( 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 )
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
⸻ Cordelia Winterbourne's ordinary life with her mother was shattered by the onset of war, prompting Cordelia's mother to make a gut-wrenching decision by sending her daughter away for...
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The boat gently made contact with the sandy shore, and as we disembarked, the soles of our shoes met the soft grains of sand.
Stepping onto the shore, we formed a small group of five, walking together toward the water's edge. There, a magical sight awaited us, the water seemed to dance and ripple without ever spilling over, creating a mesmerizing display.
As we strolled closer to the shoreline, captivated by the enchanting display before us, a sense of wonder and anticipation enveloped our small band.
Each step brought us nearer to this mystical space, where the waves defied gravity in an otherworldly performance, inviting us to explore the wonders of Aslan's country.
"Aslan," Eustace announced, prompting us to turn around, revealing the majestic lion whose presence we hadn't seen since our arrival in this wondrous place.
"Welcome, children. You have done well," He spoke, his voice resonating with warmth and wisdom as he approached us. "Very well indeed."
"You have come far, and now your journey is at its end," Aslan declared, his words echoing through my heart, resonating with a poignant sense of closure that had lingered in my thoughts throughout our journey.
"Is this your country?" Lucy questioned, seeking clarification from Aslan.
"No, my country lies beyond," Aslan responded, his gaze drifting toward the mesmerizing waves that defied gravity.
"Is my father in your country?" Caspian's question hung in the air, filled with anticipation.
"You can only find that out for yourself, my son," the King of Narnia replied solemnly. "But you should know that if you continue, there is no return."
Caspian stood contemplating the words for a moment before slowly advancing toward the captivating waves, drawn by the allure of discovery and the potential of revelations that lay ahead.
He halted in front of the mesmerizing waves, a mixture of anticipation and hesitation evident in his demeanor.
Slowly, he extended his hands toward the enigmatic waters, his fingers delicately brushing against the shimmering surface of the magical waves.
"You're not going?" Ed's question hung in the air as Caspian turned around, a glimmer of emotion shimmering in his eyes.
"I can't imagine my father would be very proud if I gave up what he died for," he reasoned, a pause punctuating his thoughts.
"I spent too long wanting what was taken from me and not appreciating what was given."
"I was given a kingdom. A people," he continued, his voice firm with resolve as he approached Aslan, halting before the majestic lion. "I promise to be a better king."
