I was falling.
Falling through time and space and stars and sky and everything in between.
I fell for days and weeks and what felt like lifetime across lifetimes.
I fell until I forgot I was falling.
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(Jess Rothenberg, The Catastrophic History of You and Me.)
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In. And out.
In. And out.
Breathe in. And out.
Slow. Calm.
Steady.
Listen to the movements around you.
Feel the vibrations in the ground.
Steady breathing.
Let your mind flow.
Don't get too caught up in your thoughts. Just let them flow. Feel your instincts.
What are they telling you?
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"that I really need to pee."
Aslan rolls his eyes at my not so appropriate comment. He sits down in front of me and gives me a stern look. Like a teacher fed up with the bullshit of a student.
"Anna."
His voice warning me of more unnecessary interruptions.
Hours.
We have trained for hours to make me more comfortable and familiar with my new body. Or trying would be the right way of saying it.
Running, focusing on speed and agility. "fighting", to test my strength.
In the end, we just ended up rolling around playing in the grass, when Aslan found out I literally don't possess any physical strength...at all.
And instincts. meditate to try and connect with the animal part of me.
But I would somehow always find a way to disrupt Alsan in his teaching. To be honest I think he was getting quite tired of it.
"I know. I- I'm sorry Aslan."
I meekly apologize as I bow my head slightly, trying not to let him see my tearful eyes.
But like always, nothing goes past the mighty lion.
His pre-annoyed expression is quickly changed to an anxious one. A worried one. Although I think he already knows what is going on.
He always seems to know.
"tell me."
It's not a question, neither a command.
Lifting my head, grey eyes clashing with yellow. I'm comfortable now. Around him. And being comfortable results in confidence.
I can tell him how I feel. Without the fear of being punished.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not liking this new me. I- I know I love Narnia. I really love it here. But there are so many changes I'm not sure I will ever get used too Alsan. This hole new me is just a bit too much.
I will admit that I like the way I look. I feel beautiful..-"
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My dear king, save me. (Aslan fanfic) (EDITING!)
Fantasy"Lost and cold. Tired and lonely I reached out. I waved my arms and screamed for help. Desperately trying to speak. But nobody saw, nobody heard. Insecure and scared I hid myself away. Tried to silently- telepathically ask for guidance. But nobody...
