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"A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way

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"A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way, and shows the way."
- John Maxwell






Narnia, 2318

Caspian cleared his throat, calling the crew's attention.

"No matter what happens here, every soul who stands before me has earned their place on the crew of the Dawn Treader. Together, we have travelled far. Together, we have faced adversity. Together, we can do it again. So now is not the time to fall to fear's temptations. Be strong. Never give in. Our world– our Narnian lives depend on it. Think of the lost souls we're here to save. Think of Aslan. Think of Narnia."

The crew fervently chanted 'For Narnia!' as Caspian descended the stairs, raising their swords and weapons. Suddenly, Edmund understood what Olivia had seen in Caspian in their last adventure: a leader—a King.

In only a matter of minutes, the vessel plunged inside the dark clouds of the Dark Island, a place ruled by nightmares and fears. They all felt the shivers run down their spines as the eerie voices of the green mist whispered more and more temptations and fears.

It was useless to watch as their wishes came to life: Rhince's lost wife, a bucket full of gold, a utopian kingdom, a brand new sword. The fog was getting thick, too thick. Indistinguishable what was reality and what was fear and sin.

Caspian swore he was going crazy when the gentle voice of his father murmured in his ears, telling him he was disappointed. It's just a dream, It's just a dream, he silently repeated to himself. But it seems so natural.

Lucy felt a finger poke her shoulder - green and whimsical. "Excuse me," said a green version of Susan, who had each of her brothers by her side. "May you take a picture of us, miss?"

Don't doubt your value, the voice of Aslan echoed. You are a part of this family; always remember that. You are equal to your sister, not more, not less.

With a newfound confidence, Lucy wiped her hand in the green fog, the image of her siblings fading away.

"Edmund... come with me. Be my King. I'll let you rule– all on your own." Jadis's voice rang in the Just King's ears like a gong, that icy-cold tone that haunted his worst nightmares.

"Go away. You're dead!"

"You can never kill me... I'll always be alive in your mind, silly boy." She faded into nothingness, leaving a screaming Edmund behind, comforted by his younger sister.

All of their attention was called by a piercing groan echoing through the sound of the cave, bouncing off the walls. At first, Edmund considered it might have been just another taunting fear of one of the crewmen. Then, his panic spiked when he considered the possibility of it belonging to Olivia.

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