Aslan slept peacefully for the first time that night. He was surprised that he still remembered what it felt like. He lay for a while, thanking Narnia for that gift of peace, before it hit him.
Narnia was magic, yes.
But she didn't posess magic like this. Her magic was deeper.
Which only left one option.
How much power had it taken, for her to take Narnia off his shoulders, even for just a night. The weight was lifted, and all the problems had fallen to her. The kind of burden that she must have suffered. Evelyn was more powerful than he had imagined. but now, he felt it fall back onto him, and he knew that it was over. War was coming. And he couldn't do anything for that. All he could do, was shoulder it, just like he had so often before. And provide peace for those who needed it. Those that might never have peace again. Those that didn't know what peace was. Those that needed it to keep going.
Aslan expected to feel peace come from Narnia as the trees sighed into sleep, and the camp shimmered with silence and calm. But he didn't, and he knew why.
She was the reason Narnia was here at all, he knew that. She was the reason it was still standing. It made sense that her emotions affected Narnia. So he did the only thing he could think of to help her.
He lit the torch.
And sent her towards her old friend, time.
If only for a few minutes, she would feel like a normal teenage girl.
Free.
Calm.
Loved.
In love.
It was his thank you to her. She had made him feel more hope than anything else in thousands of years.
If only for a moment, the girl who fights the dark to her last breath, will get to see the light.
The light will bless her, and give her strength, for one last time.
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Evelyn woke up quite early that morning, but you wouldn't have known it. She lay in her rock-hard bed, looking as asleep as the dead trees surrounding the clearing. She felt it, too. It had been a long night of brutal nightmares, which she forced herself to carry on through.
Just a little longer... she had thought. Just until the professor tells Peter everything he needs to know.
But eventually she couldn't help it. She was too tired, mentally and emotionally, to keep going. So she blew out the fire. It was something she regretted now, of course, but she knew she couldn't have kept going. It was her only hope that she gave the professor enough time to tell Peter what he needed to know.
What if he hadn't? What if all Peter found out was that she was a monster? What would happen? Would he still try to save her, if only for Narnia? Or would he leave her, not figuring out that she was putting the whole land at risk without trying?
Oh Aslan, why was she a monster?
Evelyn was so exhausted, she wasn't aware of anything. Everything seemed like a dream. No matter what happened, she couldn't be sure that it was happening. But for less than a second, just the tiniest millisecond, she heard Aslan, whispering calm and protection, and felt that everything would be okay. And she held on to that as she fell back into her heavy sleep.
As she returned to that blissful world of black unconscious, she screamed for home, her mind's fear and anger projecting silently into the black, until it was swallowed up. She screamed for the three people that were home. The three boys that she hoped were waiting for her. And when she finally sank into that blissful unconscious, the quietest, most comforting voice sang peace into the Narnian air, on the request of one king, for one special girl.
Often the worst things happen to the best people. It's what makes you so strong.
Just hold on for a little while longer, dear one.
And Aslan knew, in that moment, that the young girl wouldn't die. Because there was one person, who would stop it. That person would die beside her, if it came to that.
He would tear apart the world for her, without a single regret.
She would hold the universe together for him, until time itself stopped.
It was such a shame that each one thought the other was disappearing.
It was such a shame that neither of them knew who their lifeline was.
Oh, in everything but soul, they were still young teenagers.
Naïve.
Innocent.
In love.
And he would be damned if he let that get away.
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The Forgotten (Peter Pevensie x OC)
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