The Chronicles Of Narnia by C. S. Lewis: 7 books. 7 quotes. 7 days.
An artist’s interpretation of the Wood Between the Worlds
[text] Mom!! I swear I just went to the book store very quick just to look for a book i need
[text] are you still in the grocery store?
[text] haha nope
[text] okay i might be
[text] as usual
[text] where is again the place we are going to meet?
[text] I mean, how do i get there
I know right? Sadly he is too old for Digory now, and will be even older when they decide to do “The Magician’s Nephew” But he will be always my forever Digory. Aw, MN is also my favorite Narnia book, and thank you!! <3
Aldara pulled away and touched his pale cheeks with her fingertips, finding confussion in the eye’s of the boy “you don’t know…” whispered surprised he didn’t know wbout the destroy that war left behind. “Come with me” said the girl beginning to walk away of the town a bit to sit behind a tree. Aldara waited him to sit next to her, analyzing the changes in Digory. How long it was since she didn’t see him? He had grown up a lot, he was nearer to be a man. That made her smiled tenderly “you are taller than me” said laughing a bit “I can’t believe how much you had grown Digory… You were a little boy when we met in the library and now look at you, almost a man”. Time went too fast.
He was pale. Aldara thought that the view of the city had hit him hard “I would offer you some fruit I have in bag but I don’t think it’s the best for your stomach, try to breath deeply” suggested.
"Digory… The war was hard, really hard. As you have seen, a big part of the town was destroyed and a lot of people lost their lives in the battle" said the last thing with her voice craking a bit. "I’m not sure yet how big is the damage in the town but seeing just that" said poiting in front of her "I can figure it out…I’ve come to help" she looked at him again.
She stood in silence looking at his eyes “I’m so happy to see you are alive, you can’t imagine. What about your family?” asked worried “I’m terrified to find out about the situation of my friends… I haven’t heard anything from a lot of them”.
It was strange for him to be touched by Aldara. He liked her, she was his friend, but he just shared physical contact with people that were really close to him. But since their first met at the library Digory could see she was a very gentle person, and gentle people like to show their kindness through physical contact. He looked down, feeling that his cheeks might be burning. He knew, but he didn’t know it all. When she walked, he followed her, turning his head one more time. It couldn’t be the city of Cair Paravel he knew.
He sat next to her, keeping a little distance in them. He then smiled, feeling nervous, “I… my family is very tall so it was known I would be tall too,” He could not control his smile. He knew he was growing and he didn’t want to hide it. He liked the idea of becoming an adult. “It was… a year ago?” He said, half closing his eyes as if he was making a great effort to remember, “I used to have that kid hairstyle too, I think since I cut my hair a bit it made me look older,” He teased.
And then everything went serious again. He shook his head, he didn’t need any of her fruits. He still had the toffee he brought and nothing was better to him than toffee. It was his favorite food and he was kinda addicted to it, so he had to have a little of it everyday. His mom loved to make a lot of toffee to him, though she didn’t let him eat much. On his birthday, on the month of November, there was always a toffee cake for him.
The boy felt nothing inside. All she said he had guessed from what he had seen. He knew the battle took place in the fields of Beruna, but he also knew the castle had been attacked. His mother was in the castle helping the others when it was attacked, that is why he knew. But they needed to destroy the city too?
Did she knew his parents? “They are both alright,” Digory said calm. For a moment he felt bad because he felt selfish. His family was alright and he wasn’t really worried about the others. But only for a moment. Then his heart raced. Where was Polly? He hasn’t seen her in a while. She wasn’t the one to fight, she was kinda of a coward. But the war doesn’t care who is brave and who is coward, everyone is the same in a fight.
"Is your family well?"
The boy had heard about the islands of Narnia. He had never been to one, but he had searched about them in the library of Cair Paravel. He wished he could see one, but he knew it was difficult to his parents let him go to one, alone. But maybe, seeing from the beach, he could see a glance from one of them, he thought. He walked along the beach, his blue eyes not leaving the water.
He walked several miles and didn’t get a single glance of one of the islands. Well, they must be very very far. Maybe from the highest tower from the castle he would be able to see one of them, but who was him to ask if he could go to the highest tower? It probably belonged to one of the Kings or Queen.
He sat on the sand, sighing. His house wasn’t near to the beach, and it was such a travel to get there, and now, in vain. But at least he had still time to visit the library before being time to go back to his home. With his finger he started to draw in the sand. He wasn’t the best in drawings, not like his father. He could not understand how his father could easily draw everything. He tried to draw an island but it ended looking a mountain. Angered, he erased the drawing with his hand.
Even though it is hard to hear someone approaching you while walking in the sand, Digory had a sensation someone was getting close, and he could see the shadow covering the sand. Turning his head quickly he saw a woman he had never seen before. She seemed to very shy as she spoke to him. Did he look angry? He smiled at her, standing up.
“You did nothing wrong,” He said, trying to sound polite. He was taller than her, but she seemed older. She was also very beautiful, with long brown locks of hair. For a moment he felt shy, all dirty. He tried to clean a bit of the sand on his shorts, “I’m Digory,” He said.
“Not very well.” Wen admitted with a laugh. “I nearly died after we lost Beruna to the Witch. That’s my second near death experience because of her… I can’t use a sword of anything. I’m an archer.”
Naerwen felt so humbled to be standing before him. Without this boy, she never would have been born. Her ancestors never would have been born. “Yes, a descendant. His middle daughter, Louise, is my great grandmother by about thirty-five generations. Frank and Helen, my grandparents by thirty-six.” She explained.“What was he like, Digory? Grandpa Frank? I haven’t met him yet. I’ve met Aunt Rose and Grandma Helen, but none of the others. I would love to meet them, but hearing about them is close.”