Author's Note: Second chapter's up. YAY. Just a note, yes, there is christianity in here. Sorry if that's not exactly your thing... and sorry this chapter's a bit short, I promise the next one's longer.
The Pevensies have gone up to bed, quietly and without complaint, leaving Digory and myself to sit at the fireside, pondering their story.
"Do you really think it happened?" I find myself asking.
Digory blinks owlishly and turns to me in surprise. "Don't you believe them?"
He doesn't understand what I'm asking. I barely understand, myself. "I believe the Pevensies without a doubt," I reply quickly. "I just don't know if…" I trail off, unable to verbalize my uncertainty.
Digory waits patiently, understanding my need to put my thoughts into order.
"Aslan died to save Edmund," I think aloud. "I can accept that. After all, Lucy and Susan saw it happen, and if I can believe they went to Narnia – and I can – then I can believe they saw Aslan's sacrifice."
Digory nods and I continue, "So if Aslan died and rose again in Narnia, does that mean he could just as easily have done that here?"
Digory smiles as he sees what I was leading up to. "Of course," he answers gently. "Do you see it now? Do you believe?"
I don't answer right away, instead thinking back to that time, nearly ten years ago…
"Polly!" Digory exclaimed, bursting into my room where I was packing up for the journey home. "Polly, look what I've found!"
I looked up from my suitcase to see him standing over me with a thick book in his hands. He flipped it open to a previously marked page and began reading, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God."
"Digory," I tried to interrupt, but he kept reading.
"All things were made by him – did you hear that, Polly? - all things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made. In him was life; and -"
I cut him off again. "Digory, this really isn't a good time right now. I need to catch the train."
"But Polly, you have to hear this last part -"
I stopped what I was doing for a moment and faced him. "Digory, stop it!" I exclaimed. "He's not here. He's in Narnia. Just because you see something pretty, or read something inspiring doesn't mean he's here too!"
Then, leaving Digory stunned speechless, I picked up my bags and stormed from the room…
"I'm sorry, Digory," I say suddenly, "but I don't know if I'm ready."
"Ready?" Digory repeats, not following my train of thought.
I take a deep breath. "I'm just not sure if I'm quite ready to believe – no, that's no right. I do believe it's him, now. I'm just not ready to -"
"Give yourself up to Him?" Digory suggests.
"Yes," I say with a sigh, thankful he understands.
He smiles gently. "It's only a matter of time now, Polly," he assures me. "Believing is the first step. After that, everything else follows."