On Saturday, I was reading the final book of ‘The Chronicles of Narnia’, “The Last Battle”, by C.S Lewis. I was at the end of the book, when the eagle, Goodeyes Farsight was explaining that that Narnia was a fake.
So I go and tell Rosalie, my sister about my discovery.
Her reaction was not what I expected. She slapped her hand to her forehead, a massive fasepalm.
“What?!” I exclaimed in exasperation.
“Aby, that was heaven.” I gwaped at her for a moment, but she continued. “They all died. That train crash really did happen. And by the way, Rumbleroar Aslan is Jesus. Jesus Christ.”
I roll my eyes. “I knew that! You know, how in “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe,” Aslan dies, but comes back to life, in like three days? That happened to Jesus too.”
Yeah. So, High King Peter the Magnidicent, Queen Susan the Gentle, Kind Edmund the Just and Queen Lucy the Valiant died. A long with the Lord Diggory and Lady Polly, and Eustace and Jill.
That made me sad.
And scarred for life. Did I mention that?
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