Finding the lost lion

Regret

Aslan brought me with him to a country he created. Narnia.

I met two children there, Diggory and Polly, they were nice enough. Diggory didn't question my silence, but Polly wouldn't stop trying to get me to talk.

Strawberry, a farmer's horse who was also in Narnia, could read my mind, and he stood by me through the whole ordeal, often nudging me with his muzzle. He understood my reasons.

I watched Aslan silently, standing off to the side and waiting for him to finish. My mind wandered to other matters, like my assignment for Zues, my tutor. Strawberry nudged me and I stroked his nose, soothing his nerves.

That's all I did, it's like my father was unaware of my own existance. When Aslan took me back home, I just went to my grandfather's study and locked the door.

Here in Grandfather's study it feels like home, nobody has ever stepped foot in his study except for grandfather himself and me. The dark wood paneling and the warm flickering light from the fire are the same as they have always been, adding to the feeling of home and safety. The portraits of us hanging on the walls show how much of a family we were.

When Grandfather died, I had to learn a whole new way of living. I had never spent much time with Aslan, so that was easy enough. But I needed him to be there when my whole life just crashed. Grandfather was my everything, my mentor, my family, my friend, my sparring partner, my life, when he died I had nothing.

I made a deal with my Grandfather when I was young, I promised him that I would do my best to protect four children from any harm, and that I would protect Aslan as well. Nobody will come near me with a sword in sparring practice now, and I miss being able to actually fight a person rather than play fighting a dummy.

I sit in grandfather's chair and put my head in my hands. How am I supposed to protect anyone? I'm just Evangeline, the silent girl in the back that nobody cares about.