My name is Ruhtra... Nogardnep-Dnalkrik Ruhtra.

I live in a country, in a world that used to reside within a wardrobe in a sizeable mansion, in England. I may not be telling the whole truth, however, because I do not always do so...

For I am Narnia.

My birth was hailed by a lion's roar, my Lord Aslan's roar, to be specific. At the time of my birth... the only creatures present at the time of my infant-hood were... Queen Jadis of Charn, Digory Kirke, Polly Plummer, Andrew Ketterley, King Frank I, and Fledge. Digory and Polly were a human boy and girl, King Frank I was my first king, Fledge was the Father of all winged horses, Andrew Ketterley was a Magician, and Queen Jadis was an evil witch who took over my home about half-way through my life.

But, I digress... I suppose that it should be expected when you are as old as I am...

As a nation in and of myself, I was Narnia, but I was far less important in the grand scheme of things.

My Lord was the most important thing in our world... He and his lands.

I was very unimportant.

I was merely a shadow of my lord's lands, and yet... I belonged to both my lord and the Narnians, my people. I loved them, my people... and I loved my home...

I lived through much, but eventually...

I died.

I died from lack of faith. My people were tricked by a false Aslan... but I wasn't. In the end, however, my people got into Aslan's Country... but I never made it.

...But, now, I am different...

I am still a land of Faeries and Magic... ruled by a Magnificent Lion.

I may have died... but I have been reborn.

I may be in my own world, no more... but I am content where I am.

I may no longer be a land of fawns and witches... but I am still magic in my own way.

I can affect the world around me... and, certainly, watch it change, as well.

I can feel the spirit of my people... and, lo, it feels wondrous.

I was once

A land that people read about.

Now, I am

A Kingdom worth talking around.

I was once

A Child with no family.

Now, I am

An Adult surrounded by brothers, and a single sister.

I am a Nation.

I am a Nation.

I am a NATION.

No longer a child.

No longer a colony.

No longer a test.

I-AM-A-NATION

...The year resets to Zero...

No Longer am I Narnia,

The Land of My Lord's creation.

From this moment on...

I shall be known as Albion...

Maybe, someday, I can be as great as my mirror opposite was...

And then...

I will be Brittania...

...for it is a name that suits me well.

I am growing and changing...

Becoming a man befitting the name...

England.

I am Britain to the rest of the world...

Only my brothers and sister call me England, now...

...I find that I am forgetting what I used to be.

A magician...

Andrew Ketterly

Brought a wicked witch of a queen into my home...

Her name is Jadis...

I no longer remember my time as Narnia.

Digory, Polly, and Andrew...

They've disappeared...

Along with a cabbie, Frank, and his wife, Helen...

I wonder where they disappeared to...?

They've returned...

and Digory plants a tree...

the tree grows and I go to see it...

When I touch its rough bark...

I can almost see...

A mirror opposite of myself.

And so a circle ever returns unto the self-same spot... an endless arc, going on forever...

and as I lay dying...

I cannot help but remember...

The times we shared...

Myself and I...

We two as one.

A/N~ I just had to choose Narnia, didn't I? Why? Because I couldn't forget about it like I wanted to, and I ended up researching for 2 hours, then I wrote this in less than 30 minutes.

In case you couldn't tell (and I'm not trying to be patronizing), Nogardnep-Dnalkrik Ruhtra is Arthur Kirkland-Pendragon spelled backwards.

Basically, England is Narnia. Narnia was born, lived, and died, and then he was reborn in our world as the neworn nation, Albion, the first incarnation of England.

He was Albion, then a Roman Colony (Brittania), then England, then Great Britain, then Narnia was born. Its basically a never-ending story.

Please review. I'm serious. Just do it.