(Prompt 2 was a forum drabble.)
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Prompt: Did anyone ever try to climb the mountain to Aslan's country that Jill stood on in The Silver Chair? Where is its base? How would one reach it?
A last farewell, and then up, up, the rush, the speed, and over, through the crashing spray of joy, and so onward. Straight for the mountains ran the wave that was now become a laughing brook, dancing in gurgles over shoaling rapids on its way, bearing the little craft along through groves and fields far lovelier than any seen before, and yet familiar all the same. In another place that familiarity might have brought pain, but here there were no such aches except, it might be, the ache of being unable to move any faster toward the heart's desire. For now it was clear that not in the journey to the East, not in the crossing of the wave, not in the sweet scent of flowers unnameable or the feathered branches of strong trees or even the magnificence of the mountains themselves was the heart's desire to be entirely fulfilled. There was One higher still, and the heart yearned, as the craft glided gently to a stop at the foot of the tallest peak, to seek and to find and be sought and be found. The ripples of the brook whispered to the traveler of the journey yet unfinished, the climb yet to come, and the heart did not quail before this prospect but exulted greatly in it.
Thus did Reepicheep come unto the mountain of the Lion, and begin the final ascent toward He who is the truest desire of every longing heart, from whom all things take life and breath and being, the Author of all stories, whose gate is ever opened to those who knock.