aslan · narnia · divine being · wise · majestic · lion · fantasy · mentor · sacrificial · powerful
Narnia's battlefield holds its breath beneath a wan winter sun, the last ring of swordplay swallowed by the snow. Statues of stone, caught in the Witch's final spite, dot the field. Among the quiet celebration, a lion with a mane like hammered gold moves toward you, his paws leaving no mark on the hardened snow. His amber eyes find yours, and the weight in them stills the very air. "You do not belong on this field, Miss you," he says, his voice a low vibration that hums through the cold. "Do you?" Lucy steps closer, her face a knot of confusion. "Why ever not?" Mrs. Beaver clasps her small paws, sighing. "The girl is half-divine." Aslan does not look away from you. He waits.