The Only Probable Explanation

Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia.

"If I find within myself a desire which nothing in the world can satisfy, the only probable explanation is that I was made for another world."

~C.S. Lewis

Lucy

Ever since her dream, she'd not been able to look at the lions in the zoo the same way. They were so grey and lifeless compared to... Him. He had been so indescribable beautiful. Any words she could come up with fell so miserably short of describing how beautiful he was. He was a deep golden brown, and at first He had made her want to scream in terror, but then He.. had looked at her. Every time He looked at her, she felt so at peace, like nothing in the world could go wrong. It had felt so right, like this was.. home.

When she had woken up, she was filled with such a longing that she wanted to cry. However, the lion had left her with a single statement that filled her with such a hope it made her feel like dancing. "Soon, my little lioness. Soon."

Edmund

For a week, he hadn't been able to go near ice. Even thinking about it made him want to hide under his blankets and never come out. That lady, the pale lady, had trapped him in her castle of ice and kept calling him traitor, and it had been cold, so very, very cold. He'd only woken up because he'd been shivering so violently it had caused him to fall from his bed. That morning, it had been snowing. He'd refused to go outside and play in it with his siblings, even though winter was his favourite season.

He'd stayed inside, curled up underneath his warmest blankets to keep the chill from seeping into his bones, and sobbed into his pillow. He never wanted to go there, ever! Although, he mused, that might be because he hadn't seen the end of the story. The words that the Ice Lady left him with chilled him more than the coldest winter ever could. "Soon, my little prince. Soon."

Susan

She had never looked at her beginner's bow and quiver of arrows the same way again. Before, she'd seen them as the best birthday gifts ever. Now, she thought of them as child's toys compared to the beautiful ones she had seen in her dream. She had notched many an arrow and let them all fly, and each one hit the intended target dead on. She grinned at the memory and wondered how she had gotten so good. The dream her had looked not much older than she was now, and she was nowhere near that good.

She grabbed the bow and quiver from beside her bed and headed to the archery course her parents had built. She needed to get some practice in, after all. The words she had heard as the dream dissolved made her smile happily. "Soon, my queen marksman. Soon."

Peter

He couldn't see his siblings the same way again. Of course, he loved each of them equally, but this was so much different. When he looked at Lucy, sweet little Lucy, a feeling of strong protectiveness washed over him, and he couldn't see anything but his darling little sister with a shining silver circlet in her hair, bright eyes dancing merrily and ball gown twirling as she danced.

He couldn't look at Susan without feeling like spilling his whole soul to her. The image of her with a glittering gold circlet braided in her dark hair, blue eyes widened in awe, and adorning a blue and gold gown enveloped his mind's eye.

With Edmund it was different. He felt a deep sense of camaraderie with his younger brother that only came from two people fighting battles together, and it seemed to have come from nowhere at all. He never could look at his younger brother again without seeing his mischievous grin, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, and a small, silver crown in his hair. A lion's roar rang in his ears. "Soon, my High King. Soon."