Narnia. Oh, how much you loved Narnia.

That magical world, full of gorgeous creatures and beautiful landscapes.

That land hidden from the ones who didn't believe, but open to the ones willing to learn.

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You and your sibilings ;: Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy had found out about Narnia after getting inside an old wardrobe, inside an old spare room, inside the old house for children you were staying during the war.

There, you had learnt about magical creatures, grown and matured in morals, and crowned as Queens and Kings of Narnia.

But, sadly, everything has an end, and you had to go back to your world.

Time doesn't pass in the human world, it stops anytime a human sets a foot inside Narnia's magic lands.

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However, not long after, you started to feel horrible. You were constantly exhausted and tired, on edge, and crying —all the time—.

In 1914's mental health wasn't talked about openly, nor cared about, so there was no way you could know you were most likely sporting a heavy depression.*

Maybe because of the constant stress of knowing your father was in the war and may never come back, or because Edmund was being bratty as hell and constantly bothering Lucy —succesfully tiring everyone out—.

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So, you did what everyone would do. One day, late at night, you sneaked out of your room and into the old spare room, into the old wardrobe and back into Narnia.

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You all but dropped face first into the cold, soothingly wet, grass. Your hair was a mess, falling over your face, eyes all red and puffy.

You were laying there for a good long time, until you heard soft footsteps approaching you. You felt the wind softly picking up, and a huge shadow casted over you.

When you looked up, you were met by Aslan's kind green eyes.

"hello, my child" the soothinlgy roaring voice of the Lion reached your ears. His mane gracefully moving with the wind. The gorgeously magical animal slowly crouched down next to you, you could feel the magic radiating off of him.