throbbing light machine

“You see,” Edmund began, and all leaned in, visibly listening, “it wasn’t just romance that kept Lucy in Narnia. She is with Caspian, now, but she also had a – a vision isn’t quite right. She was shown a prophetic image in a magical book, and Aslan vouched, later, personally, for its truth. She acted as she did to attempt to divert what she saw, and I think we’d better do likewise, on our end. Here’s what you all need to know.”

“You see,” Edmund began, and all leaned in, visibly listening, “it wasn’t just romance that kept Lucy in Narnia. She is with Caspian, now, but she also had a – a vision isn’t quite right. She was shown a prophetic image in a magical book, and Aslan vouched, later, personally, for its truth. She acted as she did to attempt to divert what she saw, and I think we’d better do likewise, on our end. Here’s what you all need to know.”

The spirit that had awoken in her in was, Lucy knew, part of her former life, her life before she’d gone back to being a schoolgirl again. Not stuck visiting family, or bored and dreaming during lessons, but striking out with knife, claws, and faith for freedom, for justice, for her people, for what was right.

Coming back to Narnia meant taking on a mantle of majesty. She felt, not old, not young, but the Queen again.

The spirit that had awoken in her in was, Lucy knew, part of her former life, her life before she’d gone back to being a schoolgirl again. Not stuck visiting family, or bored and dreaming during lessons, but striking out with knife, claws, and faith for freedom, for justice, for her people, for what was right.

Coming back to Narnia meant taking on a mantle of majesty. She felt, not old, not young, but the Queen again.

The spirit that had awoken in her in was, Lucy knew, part of her former life, her life before she’d gone back to being a schoolgirl again. Not stuck visiting family, or bored and dreaming during lessons, but striking out with knife, claws, and faith for freedom, for justice, for her people, for what was right.

Coming back to Narnia meant taking on a mantle of majesty. She felt, not old, not young, but the Queen again.

The spirit that had awoken in her in was, Lucy knew, part of her former life, her life before she’d gone back to being a schoolgirl again. Not stuck visiting family, or bored and dreaming during lessons, but striking out with knife, claws, and faith for freedom, for justice, for her people, for what was right.

Coming back to Narnia meant taking on a mantle of majesty. She felt, not old, not young, but the Queen again.

She never really had felt old, although she’d been many ages, some of them quite a bit older than her current adolescing form. The spirit that had awoken in her in was, Lucy knew, part of her former life, her life before she’d gone back to being a schoolgirl again. Not stuck visiting family, or bored and dreaming during lessons, but striking out with knife, claws, and faith for freedom, for justice, for her people, for what was right.

Coming back to Narnia meant taking on a mantle of majesty. She felt, not old, not young, but the Queen again.

She never really had felt old, although she’d been many ages, some of them quite a bit older than her current adolescing form. The spirit that had awoken in her in was, Lucy knew, part of her former life, her life before she’d gone back to being a schoolgirl again. Not stuck visiting family, or bored and dreaming during lessons, but striking out with knife, claws, and faith for freedom, for justice, for her people, for what was right.

Coming back to Narnia meant taking on a mantle of majesty. She felt, not old, not young, but the Queen again.