? Not My World: Caspian X Reader

Part 2 - Where Do I Belong

You shifted your gaze to the water that reflected the dark sky speckled with white above, but a gasp escaped your lips when you saw a lion majestically sitting next to you. It made no movements of aggression, almost as calm as the water itself.

As subtly as possible, you turned your head just enough to the spot where it was sitting, but unlike before, the lion was there, actually there and not just a figment of your imagination from your mind having a lack of sleep.

You opened your mouth and closed it a couple of times, imitating the fish in the river, with only one name echoing in your mind as you studied it over -

"Aslan?" The beast was seemingly more human than the dangerous animal it was supposed to be as it nodded.

"You are correct in identifying me."

You hadn't expected the deep rumble of his voice, having thought that the talking lion of the Pevensies' stories didn't actually exist, but you should've envisaged that this part was true as well, especially when you had met the various Narnian species.

You almost lost your balance, yet managed to keep yourself upright as thousands of thoughts raced through your mind.

"You seem troubled, child." Could also read your mind too? You honestly wouldn't put it past him by this point. "You're seeking answers, but not just about Narnia."

"Yea- uh, I mean, yes... I don't know who I am."

You bowed your head, not understanding exactly how to convey what you were going through. Ms. Whittle had imbibed in you the way of behaving with people who stirred up trouble, when she had met Edmund while he was trying to tickle you for making fun of him about liking a girl. The other thing that was taught to the orphans was about how to behave when there were people who could potentially adopt you and make her burden lessen.

And from all that you had ever heard, Aslan seemed like he was technically God. If he decided that you were worthy of living in Narnia, you could, right?

You chose to be silent for now until he asked you something, wanting to show how good mannered you were and that you would never disturb him. But that was only achieved until he said something that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

"Your parents, both witty and brave, were born right here in Narnia." You couldn't control the gasp that escaped your lips.

"You're much like them, although your nature is suppressed by your upbringing which comes out in the presence of the right people." Aslan deeply chuckled. "Though there are things no one should have gone through that you have, there is still the fire that I had seen in your mother's eyes, and the gentleness of your father that has lead you till here."

Your throat felt dry as you asked, "You knew them?"

"Y/F/N and Y/M/N were known by everyone here for many things, especially the adventures they used to have, discovering Narnia's various secrets together. They studied every creature that was created when they encountered the White Witch."

"She didn't have much power then, but she was sly enough to trick your parents into a chasm which opened into the world that you grew up in. But now, they are in my country, both happy and safe with an eternity of being with each other."

Vision now blurring with tears, your tried to keep them in, but the dam broke open anyway. A sharp, poisonous chill ran through your blood, wishing that you could have avenged them yourself, but her defeat at the hands of the Pevensies was at least what she deserved.