The Honest without The Brave // Narnia

Chapter 13

"Sophia! Wake up."

Groaning slightly, I pry my eyes open at the sound of my name being called - stifling a yawn as I stretch, my back aching from lying on such an uncomfortable ground for so long. Blinking quickly at the blinding light beating down on me, I can slightly hear Gael continuing to try and grasp my attention - which is oddly confusing. Adjusting to the light, I gaze over at the girl with furrowed eyebrows - watching in utter confusion as she shakes Lucy awake in a desperate manner. As though noticing my stare, Gael glances over at me with a wide grin - her eyes wide with excitement. 

"Look."

She gestures to the sky and I follow the point of her finger - my own eyes widening in surprise and also happiness. Shining down on the island is a bright, blue star - growing bigger the longer I stare at it.   

"Holy Aslan. We found it."

I mutter to myself, pinching my arm to subtly see if I am still in a strange dream state brought upon by the evil. However, as a sharp pain jolts through my body I realise that is not a dream - not even in the slightest. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Lucy abruptly sit up - a gasp escaping her lips as she too notices the blinding blue light floating in the sky.   

"Everybody! Everybody wake up! It's the blue star!"

Murmured mumbles and groans erupts over my shoulder from Caspian and Edmund - the two not waking up very graciously. However, as I gaze over toward them both with a wide grin on my face I notice their own expressions fading from confusion to pure bliss. 

"We have to get back to the ship. Before we loose it."

Caspian's orders cause me to nod and we all scurry toward the remaining long boat on shore - wanting to sail toward the Dawn Treader as hastily as possible. Its as though a new burst of energy is cursing through my veins - and I am determined to get rid of this evil, even if its the last thing I do. 

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Throwing my vest onto the bed, I smile as Gael begins drawing on a lone piece of parchment - her concentration face reminding me strangle of Andrew and the peace he finds within art. As a small ounce of sadness pangs in my chest for my brother, I am suddenly dragged toward the bay window - memories immediately filling my mind of Professor Diggory's mansion and our favourite seat in the library. I share an amused glance with Lucy before sitting comfortably among the bundle of cushions - Lucy and I falling into comfortable conversation about everything and anything, just as we always do. Gael sometimes makes a noise to show that she is listening, but as I gaze over my shoulder once again she is happily drawing away. I can feel the ship moving awfully slow, which is not surprising considering today there is no wind - just our luck. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I notice a nymph splashing about in the water - the water spirit jumping up and down as though to catch our attention. Smiling out the window at her, I am about to wave when the woman stares up at the ship in an alarming manner - her hands flailing about as though warning us. Furrowing my eyebrows, I lean closer to the window to try and see the nymph slightly better but she disappears underneath the water - leaving nothing but a splash behind. Utterly confused, I gaze over at Lucy to try and gain some understanding only for her to look just as confused as I feel. The two of us stare at one another for a few seconds before Gael's voice draws our attention - my mind wandering away from the nymph and her strange behaviour.  

"Sophia, you and Edmund remind me of my mummy and daddy."

My mouth drops at her words, trying to make sense of them - ignoring Lucy's soft giggles erupting from her direction. However, as I try ask the young girl what exactly she means, her words bubble out of her as she continues to talk.