"She was young, naïve, but she had a special talent..."
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"ASLAN?" I WHISPERED, "Is that really you?"
He was coming closer until he was close enough that I could reach out and touch his mane.
"Child, it is I, who speaks with you."
When he spoke, I felt a violent shiver run through my body. It felt like he was...bringing me to something. It felt like we were traveling, the feeling you get when you're on the elevator, going down, your stomach plunging.
"Why am I here?" I asked timidly, which was stupid, I thought. I was dreaming of course. I had just read The Chronicles of Narnia before falling asleep, so it had to be a dream. Though, if this were a dream, then how could I subconsciously think?
"Child, this is no dream. It is real, yes. Real as you would never think this would be." Aslan spoke softly.
"What am I doing here?" I asked louder this time.
"You have a mission. Whether you choose to accept it or not, that will be your choice." He put it simply.
"A mission?" I repeated. My tone was laced with confusion.
"It was always your destiny to accomplish this. It may hold the key to a question you've been pondering."
"What question, I'm sorry Aslan, but I-" I cut myself off. He was right. I did have a question about my aunt.
My aunt had never, well, been diagnosed with a specific illness or disease that caused her death. She's regularly gotten sick every two years in the same month, on the same day.
