Narnia Day 33

I will never forget today. This evening I was woken by noises outside the tent, I woke Susan to see what it was. It was Aslan, so we decided to follow. Neither of us knew why, or where he was going, we had never travelled this way before. Soon Aslan heard our footsteps behind him, I was scared and wondered if he was going to be mad, but he allowed us to go on with him. Then he stopped; in a tone nobody would dare argue with, he told us it was time to go back to camp. My feet stopped but my mind was still going 100 miles an hour. “Why, where are you going?” My curiosity got the better of me, I had so many questions, but Aslan just said to trust him. I was really worried, even though I’m only eight, I’m old enough to know that when someone says to trust them, it never ends well. What was Aslan not telling us, he never keeps secrets from anyone, so why was is so important for us to leave? If anything happened to Aslan, my heart wouldn’t mend. Susan, being the enquisitive inquisitive person she is, decided we couldn’t go back, but should continue to follow, on another path.

Looking over the White Witch’s camp, we saw Aslan being knocked down and tied up, his majestic mane was cut off and he was dragged up to a stone table. Why? I was so confused; my eyes were lying to me. It does not make sense to me why or how anyone could do this to Aslan, he is nothing but kind, simpithetic sympathetic and generous, I love him so much. I hate Jadis though, she is simply, evil, sickening and wicked. She held up her sword. My heart dropped, as did the blade, now plunged into Aslan! My jaw wouldn’t close and my eyes couldn’t watch. I fell into Susan’s arms as my eyes overflowed with tears. I could not help but think this was all Edmund’s fault. If he hadn’t stupidly run off to Jadis, none of this would have happened. I would still be asleep in bed and Aslan would be alive. I will never forgive Edmund. I thought families were meant to love and care for one another, I guess Edmund is an exception. Mummy and Daddy are always loving and caring; I miss them so much and hope they are safe. I would do anything to see them right now.

Jadis and her followers had left, so Susan and I went to say goodbye to Aslan. I stared at what he had become and felt like a part of me had died with him. I rested my body on his, and began to cry again. I had no feeling except love and disbelief, I could not bring myself to accept that he was really gone. Now I had nobody that would listen to my crazy imagination, stories and beliefs, because no one else trust a child’s opinion, not even my own siblings. No matter what I had to say Aslan was always there to listen and encourage me.

As the morning approached Susan realised that the rest of the camp did not know about the tragedy of Aslan yet. She said we must go, but I could not just leave him, he deserved better. Then, like magic it came to me, “the trees”, we could send the message through the trees! So we did, I hope they understand our heartbreak and they’re preparing for battle without the great Aslan to lead them. Could we ever go to battle without Aslan?

Until next time…