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Aria picked on her fingers, her eyes fixed on a certain point in the castle.
She had a lot of thoughts running through her mind and she wasnt sure which one out of them was right.
Aslan had talked to her a while ago and while the lion had like always been mysterious about it, Aria had a bad feeling about what he had meant.
She glanced at the boy standing next to him, shaking her head in defeat.
"I can't choose one", she admitted.
Caspian turned to the girl and frowned.
"I'm not sure what he meant either".
Aria groaned and held her head in her hands.
"Return to where you belong".
Aria repeated Aslan's words, emphasising each syllable.
She closed her eyes and thought about it but she kept going back to the same idea.
She was supposed to be in Aslan's country, having died a long time ago.
Is that where she belonged?
Or is there really a way that she still belongs to England?
Despite the power she possess?
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The Chronicles Of Narnia : The High Queen
FanfictionCompleted A Peter Pevensie Story Stumbling upon an entire new world just behind a door, Aria had her prophecy written from ancient times and it was not what she had expected. To save Narnia? Yes. To give up her life for Narnia? Not exactly. As years...
