༄ 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑋 𝐴𝑅𝐶𝐻𝐸𝑅（𝐿𝑊𝑊）༄

Chapter 21- The Reunion

I heard a faint noise, but I was unable to tell what it was. It sounded like someone was saying my name but it was as though I was underwater. I couldn't make out what was said or who was saying it. And I couldn't see anything either. Everything was still pitch black and I was trapped under the surface of the water, trying to pull myself above it. Eventually I heard someone faintly speaking. It was clearer than before and I thought I was making progress, but I still couldn't place the voices.

"Lets get her to the castle. I'm sure she'll wake up after a bit of rest," the voice said.
Another one replied "Why didn't it work, Aslan?"

Whatever the response was, I couldn't make it out. It was as fuzzy as it had been before. I had brief reprieve from the haziness, but it was gone now. I couldn't tell what exactly was going on but I knew it had to be a dream. Those voices had to be a dream. Aslan had died so there was no way he could be here unless... Was I dead? Did that mean we lost the war? What happened? Why was everything so dark and hazy? Why did I feel as though I was trapped underwater?

So many questions flooded my mind and I couldn't stop. They were overwhelming and I decided to just try and sleep. If none of my senses were working while I was awake, then what was the point? I'd be better off asleep than this weird semi-awareness. On occassion I would catch phrases that someone said like "she's so pale" or "why won't she..." but never enough to tell me what was going on. I figured I could pick up bit of their conversation because my hearing and sight were twice that of a normal humans. The Narnian part of me enhanced those senses. But if that was the case, why couldn't I see anything?

There was silence for quite awhile and I thought I managed to finally doze off. It was a dreamless sleep though. I wasn't sure how much time had passed as I had no sense of time, but I finally decided to try and open my eyes again. This time I wasn't met with darkness. Instead, I found myself staring into a too bright of light and had to close my eyes again. I had been used to the dark for too long that I was unprepared. Blinking, I slowly opened my eyes and allowed them to adjust. Once they did, I realized it wasn't as bright as I initially thought.

I tried to sit up but the movement caused a wave a nausea to run through me and the room started spinning. I place a hand on my head to make it stop and found it bandaged. A head injury would definitely explain my symptoms. And the confusion as to how I got it... I realized that I didn't know what happened.

Instead of sitting up, I surveyed the room as best as I could. Only turning my head marginally and allowing my eyes to do most of the work. The room didn't look familiar to me at all. I hadn't been in this place before or at least this room. It was much bigger and fancier bedroom than what I was used to. The bed was huge and it practically swallowed me up, making me feel quite small. But the room itself, besides a bed, wardrobe, chair, and a small table, was almost empty. No signs that this qas someone's room. The drapes has been drawn, but sunlight still peaked through and that was what had blinded me at first.

A soft knock sounded on the door and I turned my head to it. Before I could say anything, someone opened the door. There was a pause as the person seemed to wait just inside the doorway where I couldn't see who it was. Then, almost cautiously, Lucy peeked around the door and looked at me. When our eyes met, she grinned brightly before abruptly disappearing out of sight without so much as a hello. The door softly closed and I heard her footsteps depart. I frowned at the action, confused as to what she was doing.

After a few minutes where I had almost dozed off again, the door opened and a grinning Lucy appeares. She wasn't alone this time however. Susan, Peter, Edmund, and Aslan all trailed her. With Edmund's appearance I suddenly remembered him being stabbed by the Witch. I was a bit shocked to see both him and Aslan standing near my bed as if nothing had happened. Both should've been dead or on the verge of dying, yet they both looked as though nothing had happened. As if the Witch had not even tried killed them.