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Standing in the halls of Cair Paravel, I looked to my siblings all dressed in their best clothing. I myself was in a more detailed attire, after all I was the heir of Narnia now. Or about to be crowned.
My dress was a deep red, gold detailing the edges, the dress embroidered with flower details. I had to also be fitted with a hoop skirt. Never thought in my life I would have to wear one. Susan and Lucy had been lucky, not having to wear hoop skirts.
"You four ready?" I asked, the four nodded looks of determination on their faces. Lining up Susan and Lucy stood on my left while Peter and Edmund stood on my right. With one final intake of breath the horns blow, ringing through the castle. Our coronation begins. We walking up the aisle all of us smiling to people and creatures of Narnia.
We stop in front of the pedestal and then go to our placement of where our thrones were. Mine being directly in the middle. "Bring forth the crowns!" Aslan calls his voice echoing through the hall. Mister Tumnus and Mister Beaver bring out the crowns. While Mrs. Beaver holds a single one on it own.
I hear Aslan begin as Mr Tumnus places Lucy's crown atop her head. "To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Lucy the Valiant." Lucy smiled brightly as she stood tall. "To the great western woods," Mister Tumnus placed a crown atop of Edmund head next. "King Edmund the Just. To the radiant southern sun," Aslan spoke as Mister Tumnus gently placed the crown atop of Susan's head. "Queen Susan the Gentle. To the clear northern skies, King Peter the Magnificent." Mister Tumnus placed the crown onto my brother's head.
"And to the heavenly stars, the sun and moon, High Priestess and High Queen Crescent the Harmony, Peace and Heir of Narnia." I smiled softly as Mister Tumnus came over to me and walked up the three steps to my throne, I softly curtsied and felt the crown be placed on my head. "Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen." Aslan spoke, I stood high as the sun glistened into the room.
"Long live King Peter! Long live Queen Susan! Long live King Edmund! Long live Queen Lucy! Long live Queen Crescent!" The room shouted, cheers surrounding us. I smiled softly and looked to Aslan with a soft look in my eyes. He smiled to me and bowed his head to me, I smiled brightly, bending my head in a bowing motion to him as well. Slowly the night fell over us we had begun to mingle with everyone, I looked around trying to find Aslan having wanted to spend time with him, and when I finally caught sight of him it was him leaving the room. I smiled and ran after him, my red dress flying around my legs.
"Aslan!" I called out as I ran barefooted across the sand.
"Little one," Aslan greeted as I kneeled in front of him, my dress getting soiled, but my magic would fix it when I get back.
"You have to leave, don't you?" I questioned a sad smile on my face.
"Yes, little one, you do not need me now, I help when it is needed, I do not need to be here now, my world is in your siblings and your hands," Aslan stated.
"Will I ever see you again?" I asked, as I ran my hand through his mane, tears filling up my eyes.
"In time you will, and you can always speak to me through your dreams, we are connected after all my cub," Aslan whispered. "Before I go, I left a present in your room, open it soon and take good care of it," Aslan whispered. I nodded, and the tears fell, each sliding down my face.
"Thank you," I whispered as I leaned my forehead on his, Aslan purred and turned walking away. I sighed sadly as he disappeared into the woods. Turning back to the castle I let a tiny smile form on my face as I ran back inside to my room. Opening the door gently I looked to see, sat on my bed was a baby lioness. Walking over to her, a bigger smile grew on my face as I looked at the little cub. Its eyes opened and stared into my brown eyes; her golden eyes filled with excitement. She let out a little meow of sorts and pranced over to me happily. "Allora," I whispered, and she perked up, her name now spoken aloud. "Thank you, Aslan," I whispered as I pet the beautiful cub.
Years went by, my siblings grew, and our rein prevailed. We were all greeted with kindness, our lives were filled with some wars and some filled with peace. Today was just a day for us to bond. Our horses were galloping through the dense woods, all of us chasing after the white stag, legend has it that it can grant you a wish. All of us were laughing in excitement, but I slowed as I saw Edmund had stopped.
"You alright there Philip?" I heard Edmund ask, Allora and I making our way back.
"Not as young as I used to be?" Philip huffed out.
"Oh Philip, you speak as though you are ancient," Allora laughed. Philip sent her a soft glare but chuckled as well.
"Come on Ed." Susan huffed as she came in.
"Just catching my breath," Edmund stated a smiled on his face.
"What did he say, Susan?" Lucy questioned.
"You girls stay at the castle; I'll go get the stag myself." Susan mocked, we all laughed as Edmund half-heartedly glared
"What is this?" I heard Peter question as he got off his horse. We all follow and slip off ours as well. Allora following behind me. I looked at the lamp post, a dream of sorts seeing it there.
"It seems like a dream..." I whispered as I placed my hand on it.
"Or a dream of a dream..." Lucy muttered, then it clicked.
"Spare Oom!" Both Lucy and I cried as we jogged away from our siblings.
"Not again," I heard Peter groan.
"Come on," I encouraged as we walked towards the Spare Oom.
"They're always running off," I heard Edmund mutter.
"These aren't branches..." Peter stated aloud.
"There coats," Susan stated her voice completely different.
"Stop pushing...ah...." Our voice became louder and more child-like, as we pushed the door open, all of us fell to the floor, I looked up as the door opens and the Professor walks inside the cricket ball in his hand.
"There you are. Now what were you children doing in the wardrobe?" The Professor asks us.
"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," I giggled as I saw Allora, as a tiny tabby cat. The Professor throws the ball to Peter and with a twinkle in his eye...
"Try me," He said with a smile. I smiled as I held Allora to me tightly.
I'll miss my home. I'll miss you Narnia.
Later that night Lucy and I had walked back to the room. Lucy and I tried to get back in, but we were stopped by the Professor. "I don't think you'll get back in that way... you see I've already tried."
"Will we ever go back?" I questioned. Allora sitting on my shoulder. Her tiny form purring.
"I expect so, probably when you least expect it. What's to say. Keep your eyes open," The Professor states and he and Lucy walk out, speaking softly to each other about Narnia. I turn and take one final look back as I watch the wardrobe crack open and I hear Aslan's purrs and a mighty roar.
"I'll see you soon, Aslan," I whispered, curtsying to the wardrobe, and leaving behind a world I never knew would change mine and my siblings life for the better.
