"The storm is coming, but I don't mind."
— Ingrid Michaelson, Keep Breathing.

Begin To Hope:
prologue — in which Aslan speaks


Let me begin by telling you, I am no storyteller. I am not good with words, or making them sound musical to the ear. I suspect people think my manner gruff— although none have had the courage to tell me so, but that is understandable. I suppose that it is a loss in a way, because my existance goes beyond time. I deftly follow the threads of fate, making years and even lifetimes go by both fast and exhaustingly slow. And in that way, I am the only one who knows the rest of the story.

But that is my matter, and my duty, and something I would not give up if even such a option was available. And while they may not seem special to you, I have seen sacred things: I have seen the seasons change under my paws. I have seen children grow and laugh. I have seen true love, both lost and found. I have seen cold hearts thaw, and enemies become friends. And, even in the most dire of circumstances, I have seen people begin to hope.

And now I think I would like to tell you a story.
Or rather, I would like to show you. I will let you witness things as they happened, through the impartial perspective of a stranger.

Do you hear that?
That is the sound of time turning backwards.


New series. I am rather obsessed with Edmund/OC fanfic, so I thought I'd try making one of my own. More chapters coming soon! Remember — reviews make me happy! Disclaimer: all rights belong to their perspective owners.