A/N: I didn't do this any amount of justice... but then again, it might be one of those things that just can't be captured in writing? I don't know.
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? (It is not required that you answer all the questions, just use them as a starting point.)
The coracle climbed on the sparkling wave of water. Mist flew into the air, creating a million rainbows dazzling the mouse's eyes. Spray doused his fur.
A glorious chill rushed through his very core as the coracle surged higher, higher, higher.
His mouth opened in a noiseless cry at the top of the wave. The mountains rose out of the water, glistening like emeralds in the sun. He thrust his paddle into the wave as a tear of joy joined the sea spray in his fur.
The mountains were peace. Peace in its absolute fullest. They were unlike any mountains in Narnia, Archenland, or… anywhere. A thrill ran through him, down to the very tip of his tail.
Far beyond the other mountains, nearly hidden in the creamy white clouds, a cliff towered. The top of it was completely invisible, yet he fixed his eyes on it. On the light shining down from it, as bright or brighter than the sun itself.
Aslan's mountain.
He dug his paddle into the water again, and the coracle tipped downward, sliding down faster than the fastest falcon could fly.
Laughter broke from his lips as the wind washed over him. He was almost home. At last.
The miles of water between him and the mountains felt like nothing. He dug his paddle into the water again, fresh energy filling him as the highest cliff disappeared within the clouds again.
It had been a lifetime of fighting to reach this point. From cradle to warrior to sailor to… now. His heart swelled with happiness, so much it hurt.
"I'm almost home, Aslan," he whispered into the wind. "Thank you, sire." For everything.
And Aslan heard, and prepared to welcome him home.