See The Castle Loom [2]

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"Aslan?" I heard Lucy mutter in bewilderment. I spun around fast, once I heard her call out my father's name. "It's Aslan! It's Aslan over there!" she cried, loudly, pointing to the other side of the gorge.

But I couldn't see anything. Father wasn't over the gorge and he certainly wasn't in sight.

"Don't you see he's right..." she trailed off but her smile soon faded, revealing confusion and disappointment. "There..."

"Do you see him now?" Trumpkin asked sardonic filled his gruff voice.

"I'm not crazy," Lucy commented simply. "He was there, he wanted us to follow him," I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Peter turned to Lucy. "I'm sure there are any number of lions in this wood. Just like that bear,"

"I think I know Aslan when I see him," she snapped back shooting a cold glare.

"Look, I'm not about to jump off a cliff after someone who doesn't exist," Trumpkin sighed, agitated. My eyes narrowed as I glared at him.

"The last time I didn't believe Lucy, I ended up looking pretty stupid," Edmund mentioned gently, remembering the time back at Professor Kirke's house, I nodded.

"I know my father and he does work in mysterious ways."

Peter turned back to where Lucy had seen father. "Why wouldn't I have seen him?" "Maybe you weren't looking," replied Lucy, gazing up at her brother. "I'm sorry Lu," Peter shook his head and walked away, with Susan and Trumpkin following close behind him. I looked to Edmund, he was confused, I just shrugged and we walked after Lucy.

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After a long trip to the fort (which was dangerously occupied by Telmarines) and back, we stood in the exact same spot. "Where do you think you saw Aslan?" Peter asked. "I wish you would all stop trying to act like grown-ups. I didn't think I saw him, I did see him!" Lucy whined. I felt a rush of wind over me and I shivered, my head filled with images that I couldn't dischiperI was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a scream. "Lucy!" Susan yelled, running to a hole in the ground. I followed her, looking down to see Lucy on a piece of rock that seemed to be the beginning of a pathway. There was no doubt in my mind. This was the work of Aslan.