༄ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑋 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅（𝐿𝑊𝑊）༄

Chapter 16- Questions and Answers

Aslan stopped at the cliff overlooking the Eastern Sea. In the distance, I could see Cair Paravel. The place Aslan had chosen was a peaceful one, a place for one to think and I felt bad for intruding. So I said nothing at first as I walked up next to him and sat down on the ground, crossing my legs. The least I could do was provide him with my company until he asked me to leave. Though I doubted he needed me to comfort him, I knew I needed his comfort and companionship.

"What is it, dear one?" he asked before I even had a chance to speak.
I sighed and asked, "Aslan, what did she mean that I was a big part of the Deep Magic?"
"Though you were born to the humans, you were never really one of them."
"Because I can transform?"
He nodded. "That wasn't known at first, to the humans at least. When you were barely a day old, tragedy struck. It caused you to be removed from your family, for your own safety. Instead, you were raised by Narnians. Do you remember?"
I frowned, trying to recall. "Kind of... I remember a young faun couple teaching me how to hunt and track. How to hide my trail..." I had a faint memory of being raised by them, but I thought it was my imagination.
Aslan nodded again in confirmation. "You were young when they passed. Their deaths traumatized you so that you can barely remember, but you subconsciously know the things they taught you. Your parents—your Narnian parents—were the ones who discovered your powers. They didn't want to do anything that might harm you, but they had no idea how to control it. So I helped them, with a warning that doing so would cause Phoenix to be more wild, less under your control. Your parents never doubted that you'd be able to control it."
"You were the one who taught me to control it," I answered, confused.
"The Witch's forces were pressing closer, seeking out humans that wandered beyond the borders."
"That's why you needed me to transform at will. You knew the Witch was coming and wanted me to hide..."
He nodded again. "I needed you to live, and not just survive but thrive. You're were born for such a time as this. To help bring the humans back and rid Narnia of the Witch. You are Narnia's protector. Narnia has protected you so that you could get to where you are today."
I nodded, though not understanding all of that. "How did she—the Witch I mean—know about me? I mean we've never met before."
"It's who you are. She noticed you because of the Deep Magic. It's what made you who you are."

I still didn't quite understand everything, but I did better than before. I was born to protect Narnia and her rulers. I was born to help drive back the witch. There were still questions plaguing me, but I needed to let this information sink in before I asked him more about my past. When I started to think about it, there were lots of things I didn't remember, holes in my memory. It was like something was blocking me from remembering, perhaps trauma as Aslan had said earlier. But what would be so traumatic that my mind would completely block it out? These were things I could live with it for now, even if I would have no more opportunities to ask Aslan about them. However, there was one thing I had to ask him that was irrelevant to my past so I had to know.
"Aslan? I got something from Father Christmas that he had no idea what it's can do. But he said that you might know," I told him.
"What is it?" he asked, but I got the feeling he already knew. I stood up and took the phoenix necklace off my neck before walking in front of him and holding it out." It's a phoenix necklace," he said. "A very special one indeed."
"What's so special about it?" I asked."Two things. One is it allows you to go to another world, temporarily. The world where the Pevensie children are from."
"I've been there before. Couldn't I just go back the same way as before?"
"No. Things never happen the same way twice, dear one.""It happened years ago. I think I had just turned fifteen..." And with that, I began to tell him about the time I stumbled into the human world.

~3rd Person Point of View~

She had been wandering around the woods for a while now, almost lost. It was the first year of the Witch's reign, who had come to Narnia two years prior. The Witch had led an attack on the castle and killed their king. Many suspected part of the King died when his wife did nearly fifteen years ago, without an heir, since he seemed to care little for the Kingdom. A Kingdom ripe for the picking...