Finding the lost lion

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I woke up to rain outside of my window, the gentle tapping my soundtrack as I got dressed and grabbed a book from the shelf.

Curling up infront of the fire in the chair Lucy fell asleep in last night, I lost myself to the world of Edgar Allen Poe.

...

A knock draws me from the raven, and I look up to see Diggory standing in the doorway.

"Evangeline, I see you have discovered the wondrous tales and poems of Edgar Allen Poe." He says, sitting on the sofa across from me.

I nod.

"Young Lucy Pevensie has discovered something even more wondrous, in a wardrobe in a spare room while playing hide and seek." He says.

I cock my head confusedly at him.

"Lucy has discovered Narnia." Diggory says.

I jump up and run out of the room.

"That's my girl." I hear him say.

I find Lucy in her bedroom, crying.

I walk up to her and lay a hand on her shoulder, my mark burns through the bandage as I yank my hand away before it burns Lucy.

She watches the N burn with the fire, and I sigh.

"What is that?" Lucy asks me.

I grab her arm with my other hand and follow the pull of my hand to a spare room.

I push the door open and let go of Lucy.

She watches me intently.

I point at myself, then at the wardobe.

She looks between the wardrobe and I, and then her eyes grow wide.

"You're from Narnia?" She asks me.

I smile and nod.

"How did you get here? Did you come from the wardrobe too? Do you know Mr. Tumnus the fawn?" She asks me in a rush.

I shake my head as her face falls.

"Do you know Aslan?" She asks.

I nod enthusiastically.

"How do you know him?" She asks, astonished.

I point at me, and then I rock my arms like I am holding a baby.

"He's your son?" She asks, confused.

I shake my head no.

"He's my father." I say, my voice sounds weird and scratchy since I next to never use it.

Lucy stares at me in awe.

"Wait until the others hear!" She says, "they will believe me then!"

Oh boy. Here we go.