Whisked Away

45. Peace

Shifra's POV
When I came back to myself, I was laying in a bed with soft sheets, warmed by my body heat from the time I was laying there. The pillow laying beneath me was warm and soft as well. It was like one of those Saturday mornings when you are awake, but don't want to get up for it would ruin the peace and warmth of laying in bed for hours.

I soon drifted back to sleep and woke up hours later. This time I stretched and rolled out of the covers. I was in a room of whites and turquoise. The bed was a large four poster of white with turquoise sheets and pillows. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all white, but the curtains, chair cushions, and window seat were all turquoise. I entered the closet and pulled out a pair of white pants and a black shirt that flowed from my shoulders to a quarter of the way down my thighs. It was an off the shoulder type of shirt and very comfortable.

I looked about for my sword and other weapons, but realized with a laugh I had little need of them now. Then I faced the door. I felt a kind of anxiousness as I faced it, but shook it off and opened the door expecting to find Aslan or other Narnian creatures, but instead I was facing rolling fields. I shut the door again and leaned against it. I opened the door again and was met with the same sight. I shut the door once again and went back to the closet.

Grabbing a pair of brown hunting boots, I opened the door for a third time, slipping on the boots and stepping out. The door faded behind me and I began to panic. I was so at peace there. "No!" I screamed, starting to bang on the part of the door that was still seen. My golden eyes filled with tears as it faded the rest of the way.

"Why do you cry, child?" the deep voice of Aslan asked.

"I was finally at peace there," I replied.

"Yes," he replied with something of a smile. "You have had many years of rest in there. It has done you much good. The pains of your heart are gone." I thought for a moment and realized that they were.

"What was that place?" I asked, looking back to where the door had been.

"I was a place I had made for you the moment you expressed your wish to live through all of Narnia. I knew that one day you would grow weary, your heart would become tired, so I made this healing room," he explained.

"You said years?" I asked, trying to process everything.

He let out a great sigh, "I waited too long, longer than I should have. I should have let you rest back when you saw the Stone Table the first time, but Caspian needed you, Narnia needed you. I put the needs of Narnia before yours and for that I am sorry."

"You did right," I replied, "But how long, Aslan?"

"It has been close to seventy years," he replied.

"So Rilian is already missing, Eustace and Jill are soon to come, and the king is soon to set sail for another trip to the end of the world," I replied. He nodded, saying no more. "How old am I now?"

"You are now 2,513 years old," he replied. I nodded. I was finding I felt...graver, wiser, and there was no getting around it, older. "Your age is beginning to show, dearest child," Aslan said. I walked to a pool of water nearby and looked at my reflection. My wings had turned solid white, but the most noticeable change was to my hair. Instead of it's normal jet black, my hair was now completely white. It was still as think and long as it was before my long sleep, but the sheer whiteness of it was incredible.

My lips were now blood red and my eyes, which were still golden, had a depth to them which they had never held before. "How?" I asked after I had finished inspecting my appearance. I turned back to face him, but Aslan was gone. I let out a small huff and turned back to look at my appearance. I saw my pile of weapons nearby and began to add them to my outfit, but not before grabbing hold of one of my daggers and grabbing a fistful of my hair. Taking a deep breath, I chopped down my long locks until they only came it my shoulders.