Battle of Fear and Trust

The End of an Adventure

I open my eyes to the still-unfamiliar guest room in the Telmarine castle. I get up and walk to the windows, drawing back the curtains and opening the window. I see sunlight from the east shining on the Northern mountains. It was early so it looked more like the rising sun was casting out the shadows from the mountains. The birdsong fills the air, the talking sing songs of their new king and how he gave them back Narnia. It's probably the first time in hundreds of years they'd had the freedom to sing their songs.

It's so beautiful. I smile before walking towards my wardrobe which was full of dresses. They were different from the dresses I wear in our rain; those dresses had a more medieval feel to them. These dresses look like they're from the Renaissance area. At least, those are words I use to describe them in England, but the dresses here are lovelier and more comfortable than any dress in England.

I pick out a light blue dress with white sleeves and a silver lining. There was a mirror in the corner. I go to it just to see how the dress looked on me. It looks like a nice fit on me, and the curls seem to have been the right choice. I smile at my reflection. It's hard to believe my hair used to reach my ankles, or that I was half a foot taller. Most of all, it is hard to believe that my siblings and I were Kings and Queens. I remember the day of our coronation. That day before I walked to the throne room, I looked in the mirror. The idea of being a Queen had just sunk in.

My eyes were wide and my hands were shaking with terror. What did I know about being a Queen? Nothing. I was just a schoolgirl from Finchley. I have no royalty in my blood. None of us did. We're just kids who should be back at the professor's house, safe from the war, not ruling a magical land in a wardrobe.

"It is time Susan," I turn to see Aslan standing in the doorway. His mane shone in the sunlight from my windows. He was beautiful. "Your brothers and sister are waiting for you. Are you not ready?"

"I don't think I can do this Aslan," I tell him. Maybe I understand why he chooses us, or at least me. I think my siblings have the right to call themselves Kings and a Queen. They've already shown they can do the job, but what have I done?

"Do you love Narnia, Susan?" He asks in his calming voice. My mind goes back to when I first stepped into this world and thought it was the most beautiful place, even when it was covered in snow.

"Yes Aslan, I couldn't imagine a better place," I smile. England could compare to this place.

"What about her people? Will you care for them and be the first by their side in times of trouble? Will you put their needs before your own and defend them when their enemies come?" he asks. I thought about the Beavers, Mr. Tumnus, and all the others. They were all wonderful and I can't bear to see them in pain.

"Yes, Aslan,"

"Will you stand with your brothers and sisters? Advise them on their decisions and listen to their advice when it is needed?" Aslan asks,

"Of course, but Aslan," I say looking back at myself in the mirror. All I see is a Twelve-year-old girl in a nice dress. "What if I can't help the Narnians or something happens to one of my siblings and there's nothing I can for them," I tell him, feeling sick to my stomach.

"Susan," Aslan says firmly, and I turn from my own reflection. His eyes seemed inviting, as though he is understanding exactly how I feel. I did not feel so sick anymore. "There will be hard times, just as there are hard times in your world, but know that even on your darkest day, any burdens you have, are not ones you will need to bear alone," he adds. I smile at him and my nervousness seems to go away. With Aslan here, maybe I can be a queen, but will he always be here?