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Trent's mind kept playing over the first time he set foot in Narnia. He is so absorbed in his memory that he trips over a boulder.
"Are you alright, Trent?" Tamryn asks.
He nods, as she helps him up. He then proceeds to dust off his clothes.
"We must hurry," Trian says.
They continue down the trail for the next hour and a half. Trian decides to stop long enough for everyone to catch their breaths. Cheyenne collapses and starts rubbing her legs. The older kids sit down.
"I was beginning to think we were going to be walking forever," Cheyenne comments.
"Do not make yourself too comfortable," Trian warns, "we still have at least four more days of walking to Aslan's camp."
She groans. Trent clears his glasses and pats his pant pocket to make sure he had his spare batteries for his flashlight. Cheyenne looks over at him.
"Do you always keep that flashlight with you?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"It helps me see where I'm going."
"Oh."
Trent stares at his flashlight and sighs. His mind goes back to his mother and himself as a six year boy. He didn't want to think about the day of his mother's death.
*Trent's mother Marie sits by her son in his bed, reading one of his favorite stories, "The Wizard of Oz". When she is finished, she holds out a flashlight to him.
"Trent."
"Yes, Mommy?"
"No matter how dark a room is, you can always use this flashlight to see your way through."
Trent looks at the flashlight.
"How?"
Marie takes the flashlight and shows him the switch.
"Oh."
He snuggles up to her, unaware that this would be the last night he would see his mother alive. She waits for him to fall asleep before getting up and leaving his room. She turns and sees him snuggling a stuffed lion he had gotten for his birthday the previous year. The next day, they go outside, so Marie to teach Trent how to ride a bike. He was doing well until he had gotten into the street and fallen off his bike
"Trent!"
Marie runs into the street to help him get up. The sound of car horns going off made them hurry to get out of the street. Trent managed to get to the sidewalk without getting hit, but he saw his mother tragically hit by a drunk driver.*
"Come," says Trian, "we must keep moving, Children."
They start walking again. Trent quickly wipes his eyes, trying not to let anyone notice.
(I know it's been eight years, but it still hurts to think about it. I hadn't been in that street, she wouldn't have died.) he thinks.
He sighs.
"Trent, come on!" he hears Samuel call him, "Do you want us all to get killed?"
Only then does he realize that he is lacking behind and quickens his pace.
"Of course I don't!"
"Then hurry up!"
The sound of Samuel's voice brings back horrible memories of his father soon after his mother's death. By the time he catches up with the others, both Alan and Tamryn notice his behavior. They wait unti their next stop two and a half hours later for their next meal to talk to him. They all eat the meal that has been pack by Trian.
"Are you okay, Trent?" Alan asks.
"Yeah."
"You don't sound fine. You want to talk about it?"
"I just hate to be the cause of anyone's demise."
"What are you talking about?" Tamryn asks.
"I don't want to talk about it, guys."
"Don't worry. You'll do great."
"I agree," Alan adds, "and we all can do it together."
Trent nods.
"Thanks, guys."
"You're welcome," Tamryn and Alan say.
Alan pats Trent on the back. Tamryn puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Everything's going to work out for us, Trent" says Alan.
"You just gotta believe it," Tamryn adds.
Trent nods.
"Alan and Tamryn are right," Cheyenne comments, "we can work this out if we have faith in ourselves and each other."
They look toward Samuel.
"What?"
"If we are to defeat this villain," Alan says, "we need to count on each other."
"Teamwork is the key," Trent says.
Samuel sighs.
"Alright."
"And that means being nice and getting along with each other," Cheyenne comments.
"Fine."
"It is time for us to move on," Trian says.
They all stand up and continue walking.
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