HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen." - D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
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"I can hear you."
Andie stopped walking, turning to see why the prince had stopped. As their eyes met, he sighed, nodding his head to the trees behind them, where Trufflehunter and Nikabrik slowly came out of hiding.
"They're not going to leave, you know," Andie murmured, taking the opportunity to lean against a tree and catch her breath. It hadn't gotten any easier to bear the pain of her wound. She just hoped she was doing a well enough job at hiding her discomfort.
"I just think we should wait for the Kings and Queens," Trufflehunter tried to reason, eliciting an eye roll from Andie. He shot her a look that was quickly lost as he tried to regain the attention of the prince who had started walking again. "Fine, go then! See if the others will be as understanding."
"Or maybe I'll come with you," Nikabrik piped up, "I want to see you explain things to the minotaurs."
Caspian stopped, taking a moment before turning to face the dwarf once again. "Minotaurs...they're real?"
"And very bad tempered." Trufflehunter scoffed, hurrying to catch up to the humans on his tiny legs.
"Yeah, not to mention big."
"Huge," Andie supplied, earning half a glance from the prince. He seemed much more interested in Narnian history than her humor.
"What about centaurs? Do they still exist?"
"Well, the centaurs will probably fight on your side," Trufflehunter explained, a troubled look on his face, "But there's no telling what the others will do."
Caspian paused, as if he was considering how best to ask his next question. "What about Aslan?"
Andie stiffened, exchanging glances with Nikabrik and Trufflehunter. Nowadays, Aslan's name was one that was better left to whispers, or unsaid altogether. The Telmarines had erased all traces of Narnia's past, claiming the land as their own, worshipping their own deities and pretending anything that had come before had simply never existed.
Aslan was someone whom Andie tried to forget. He had disappeared around the same time the Pevensies did and hadn't been heard from since. She had given up hoping that he would answer her prayers when it became evident that he wasn't listening in the first place. The Pevensies weren't coming back. Her immortality was always going to be a burden on her shoulders. And worst of all, her brother had been captured and he had done nothing to prevent it.
How could she continue to believe in Aslan if he didn't give her a reason to?
"How do you know so much about us?" Nikabrik said at last, his voice lower and more skeptical than it had been previously.
