After Reading C.S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, our teacher gave us the assignment of writing a story as if we were one of the characters in the book.  I chose to be one of the statues who had been frozen in the White Witch's castle until Aslan rescued them.  I couldn't help wondering what it must have been like for them to wake up and find everything so different from when they had been frozen!

I had heard tales of a lion named Aslan, the true ruler of all Narnia, but I had never once dreamed that I would actually meet him. One day in the spring, I became curious at to what lay beyond the two hills in the distance. Wisely, my mother had forbidden me from going there, but I was determined to find out what was there. While the path was beautiful for a while, when I crossed the hills, the sky was gray and the atmosphere gloomy. Approaching the valley, I saw the most amazing and horrifying sight!

Nestled in the valley, a castle loomed, mysterious and foreboding. I crept nearer. I wandered in through a door next to the barred gate. Curiously, I stepped into the eerie courtyard that was filled with lifelike figures of stone. As I peered around the corner, I jumped because I was shocked with fright to see a stone lion, mouth open and ready to lunge.

As I wound my way through the passageways, I heard haunting footsteps rhythmically clicking against the cold stone floor. Before I turned to hurriedly leave, I caught a glimpse of the pale, white face of a strange lady. She saw me. Staring into her piercing eyes, it seemed as if they were cutting through me. She raised her wand….

Like a deep breath, a gust of air rushed over me. Yawning widely, I felt like I had just woken from a deep sleep.

“Kaeilah,” a deep voice rumbled. I opened my eyes, squinting in the sunlight. As I looked up, my eyes focused on a giant lion, who I knew as Aslan. His kind eyes gazed at me. Quickly, I bowed before him. As he shook his mane, it shimmered like gold in the morning light.

As I meandered out into the courtyard, my eyes scanned it, observing all the animals and tree people who had once been motionless figures of stone. Suddenly, it dawned on me that I had been turned to stone. Filled with gratefulness, I found Aslan and thanked him sincerely.

“My daughter, join the others in seeking out more stone figures within the castle,” Aslan directed.

Thoroughly, the castle was searched, and soon, enough animals were gathered to form an army. Giants, other centaurs, fauns, and all kinds of mythical creatures now filled the courtyard. As I continued wondrously surveying the scene, I spotted someone I recognized--my uncle--Carneasius the centaur. Rushing over to him, I warmly greeted him and we were reunited. My next question was, how would we all get out of the walled-in courtyard? The gate was closed. Just then, I saw Aslan speaking to a giant, and soon, the giant smashed the wall.

Aslan then commanded, “We must depart to aid all our fellow Narnians in defeating the White Witch and her evil forces once and for all. Charge!”

Swords clashed. Battle cries rang. People were turned to stone. As we arrived, a stunning scene of chaos met us. Only a few were left in Peter’s army now. With her wand, the White Witch had turned many of them into stone. The powerful forces of the Witch were too strong for Peter and his troops alone, but now with Aslan and the reinforcements that he had brought with him, they had a chance. Peering through the fighting, I caught a glimpse of Edmund charging the White Witch and destroying her wand! She could no longer turn anyone into stone. He had done the army a great favor, but the White Witch had stabbed him with her sword.

Since I was too young to fight in the battle, Aslan sent me to help care for the wounded. Edmund was soon among them. Arriving not long after Edmund, Lucy came with her cordial and gently poured a few drops of the healing medicine into Edmund’s open mouth. After she left to cure the wounded still on the battle field, Edmund quickly regained strength and was healthier than ever. Now that Lucy was healing the wounded with her cordial, I had time to watch the battle. It was almost won, firstly, because Aslan was helping, and secondly, because Edmund had smashed the Witch’s wand. The White Witch’s forces were vanquished. Hooray for Narnia!

After the victory over the Witch, everyone was invited to the royal coronation of Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy at Cair Paravel. Once there, there was joyful celebration, and many of the former stone statues were reunited with their families. I also saw my family, but to my surprise, beside my mother was a young centaur. Obviously, she and my father were very glad to see me again, and after we had hugged and I had shared my adventure with them, I asked who the young centaur was with them.

“This is your younger baby brother,” my mother told me.

“After all, you were gone for over two years.” my father stated.

“Wow,” I thought. “I guess I was a stone statue for longer than it seemed.”

After the joyful reuniting, the four children were all crowned kings and queens. We all cheered together, “Long live the kings and queens of Narnia!”

After the coronation, I walked out on the balcony and watched Aslan as he walked off into the sea. When would he return again?