It felt good to wrap her arms around Ben, but Lucy was quickly taken into the crowd to see Peter. "W-what's wrong with P-" but her question was quickly answered when she saw his motionless body. "Okay, hold on!" she said, pulling out her vial of healing draught. She knelt down on the grass, and carefully bent the glass over Peter's open mouth. Expertly, she let two drops fall into his mouth and waited. Oh Aslan, help us! she thought, hoping her brother was alright.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |