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“But Nurse, I'm not...not...tired...” The five-year-old trailed off into a yawn.
The old woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled. “Not tired, eh? We'll see about that, young prince.” She reached down to where he sat on the rug among his toys and hoisted him up with a grunt. “Gracious, child; either I have the strength of a frog or you're getting heavier.”
“A frog!" he giggled, clearly delighted with the idea. “Froggies! Ribbit, ribbit, rib--” He ended in a small hiccup and blinked sleepily. Nurse chuckled again and lightly tweaked his nose.
“Speaking of frogs (whether they ‘ribbit’ or ‘hiccup’), one of these days I'll have to tell you about Marshwiggles.”
“What are...what are marsha-wiggles?” he asked, cocking his head to one side and putting a finger in his mouth.
“Not marsha-wiggles, Caspian. Marsh-wiggles. And don't you go chewing on your fingers now,” scolded Nurse, pulling his hand away with stern gentleness. “You'll make your pearly-whites go all crooked if you keep that up, and I highly doubt your tastebuds appreciate it as it is.”
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All around her were dark, disfigured shadows, covered in red from the glare of the torches and the blood of so, so many... A rhythm thumped dully in her ears, but it was not a drumbeat. Rather it was a single, terrible heartbeat, pounding out a pulse of evil joy...
“Did you think that by all this, you would save the human traitor?”
She gasped and struggled, a sick feeling twisting inside her...
Aslan! Make me stop! I'm trapped! I can't do anything!
“You have given me Narnia forever...”
Aslan, HELP! Someone stop me, please!
“In that knowledge, despair...and DIE!”
NO!
Lucy bolted upright in bed, panting, feverish tears leaking from her eyes. Struggling to grasp the difference between Reality and Nightmare, she stumbled out of the mess of lacy bedspreads and silk pillows and dashed across the room to her mirror. She had to know it wasn’t real.
The wide-eyed reflection swept the damp hair out of its face and ran shaky fingers over arms and hands. Lucy sighed and the panic subsided slightly, but the last horrible image held her...
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What is your testimony?
Who are you?
What kind are you?
Are you an Edmund? Addicted and greedy for the sweets and pleasures the world offered you, perhaps you sought love and affection in the wrong people when you thought friends and family treated you harshly. Maybe you betrayed someone or something for the sake of yourself, for that pleasure or affection you craved.
And it was only because of Aslan's sacrifice that you were saved. By His grace and love for you, you are forgiven and blessed...a condemned traitor no more, but a member of royalty.
Are you a Jill? Have you danced on the edge of danger to impress someone or brought a friend down because of your foolishness? Did you ever find yourself so terribly thirsty, only to find that the stream has a Lion next to it? A Lion who wouldn't go away, who was not safe and never promised not to hurt you?
And then you looked everywhere for another place to drink and discovered there is no other stream. You were horribly afraid and wanted to dash away, yet you came...and you drank...and found it was the purest, loveliest, most...
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