Well this is the last chapter of Dreams of the Dark. I hope you like it! This chapter was very moving to me as I wrote it because it's not only in a dream…it is reality. It makes me sad that this actually does happen. I hope this chapter touches you and reminds you that we all have a decision to make on how we live and who we follow. You never know when your last day will be. Please consider these things as you read and keep them in your heart and mind. Long live Aslan!

Lucy

I clenched my eyes shut, trying to block out the nightmare that struck me.

I found myself sitting in a cozy, little parlor. Snowflakes were falling outside and the glow of the Christmas tree set the setting for a perfect low tea. A china teapot rested in the center and there were dainty teacups set out before me. There were golden silverware and snowman napkins. Small glass candlesticks held off-white candles and some evergreen and holly had been placed around the holders.

Across from me sat my older sister, Susan. She was wearing a red, v-neck sweater and bright red lipstick. Her make-up was caked on her face and a cloud of strong perfume around her made me choke. Her hair was styled in the latest fashion and she wore black high heels with a black skirt.

"So how have you been Lucy?" she asked taking a sip of her peppermint tea.

"Fine." I smiled. "Just starting to get ready for Christmas."

"Ah yes! I have a million things to do, people to shop for, gifts to wrap, cookies to bake, and a huge party I'm throwing to prepare for!" She exclaimed.

"I just love sitting down by the fire or tree and thinking about the reason for Christmas." I sighed.

"What on earth do you mean?" Susan furrowed her brow.

"I mean thinking about how God sent his only son. And how he came into the world, humbled himself, and then died for our sins." I said, tears glistening on my cheeks as I thought about how Aslan had been killed on the Stone Table.

"Oh yes. I forgot you believed in all that rubbish." Susan rolled her eyes. "I don't know what you see in a childish story like that."

"Childish?" I raised my eyebrows, trying not to raise my voice. "How can you say it is childish?"

"Well it's a great story and all, but why would God send his only son to die for us?" Susan shrugged. "I don't understand it."

"Aslan died for Edmund." I answered quietly, trying to help her understand.

"Aslan?" She spit the word out harshly. "Oh yes. It was that childish game we used to play. What was that country called? N-narnia. I remember now." She recalled. "Lucy that was just a game. It was fun while it lasted, but we have to move on now. Those days are behind us."

"Game?" My voice cracked. "It wasn't just a game…it…it was and is still real."

"Real?" Susan laughed. "What an imagination you have."

"Imagination?" I asked. "Don't you remember being Queen?"

"I was nothing of the sort!" she denied. "This is foolishness." She snapped again, leaving the room.

Suddenly, my dream changed.

I was in darkness so black that night looked like daylight compared to it. Then a dark red light appeared. The light showed that I was on a black, sand beach and in the distance were jagged, black mountains. A red fire spewed from crevices in the mountains and I could hear distant explosions. In front of me was a huge lake it was had a black surface and dark red fire burned on top of the dark water. Behind me was a dark canyon and a rough path ran up it. The sky was black and there was no sun.

The heat was stifling and dried out my eyes. My skin burned as if I had blistered sunburn. My hair was singed on the ends and my mouth was dry.

I heard a noise as if someone was walking towards me out of the canyon. I quickly rushed over to a lava rock that was near me and crouched behind it. As soon as my hands touched the rock I pulled them back. I looked down at my hands and there were white blisters starting to form.

Just then I felt a presents. Someone was near me. A dark, creepy, evil feeling came over me and I shuttered. I peeked around the rock and saw two dark men. A black mist surrounded them and their clothes were black and hang loosely around them. The smell of death came to my nose as a hot wind blew their body odor towards me. I caught a glimpse of one of their faces and it made me gasp.

Their skin was an ash color and their face looked sunken. They had yellow and black teeth and they had dark dreadlocks. They were laughing about something. Their laugh made shivers go up my spine and made me sick.

Then I realized that they were dragging something…someone. The person was screaming and wore heavy chains around her neck.

That's when I recognized my sister…Susan. Her face was pale and she was fighting her guards.

"Let me go!" She cried desperately. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"You heard the angel in heaven. He said your name wasn't in the Book of Life so this is where you'll stay." One of the dark people hissed.

"No!" she shouted, hitting him with her fists.

I glanced back to the lake and was horrified. There were people floating in the lake. Not burning…floating. They were pale and their mouths were open.

"Time to join the others, missy." The other grinned evilly.

Then they threw her into the lake.

She screamed, but her scream was cut short as she hit the oily water. Her face reflected agony and tremendous pain as she tried to swim back to shore, but the flaming waves pushed her back and she floated further out into the lake.

"No!" I yelled. "Aslan! Oh Aslan, if ever you loved us at all, send us help now!"

I felt a warmth serge through my heart and then I saw a light. Not an evil red light, but a pure, white light shining in the distance.

I heard the fluttering of wings and saw a white albatross with wide wings and soft feathers.

Then the bird spoke, "Courage, dear heart. Courage."

My fears melted from my heart and I found myself leaning against the rail of the Dawn Treader.

Edmund was at my side and asked. "Are you alright Lucy?"

"Thank you, Aslan." I whispered. "Thank you."

-END