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🎭Sweet Sorrows🎭
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Everyone had assembled at the old oak by the Telmarine village. Charlotte stood by Caspian's side with her hands enveloped over her waist. The Kings and Queens of Old stationed themselves beside the old oak, overseeing their leadership.

"Narnia belongs to the Narnians just as it does to man," Caspian announced, "any Telmarines who want to stay and live in peace are welcome to. But for any of you who wish, Aslan will return you to the home of our forefathers."

Charlotte glanced over her shoulder at Edmund, who sent her a warm smile. This made her heart heavy and she exhaled a sigh before facing their audience.

Edmund was puzzled at her distant behaviour. He frowned, but remained silent and kept his eyes glued to the Telmarine villagers.

"It's been generations since we left Telmar..." A villager complained.

"We're not referring to Telmar." Aslan corrected him. "Your ancestors were seafaring brigands. Pirates run aground on an island."

Whispers spread among the crowd over the accuracy of his claims. Some of them were doubtful, while others were willing to listen with an open mind.

"There, they found a cave, a rare chasm that brought them here from their world. The same world as our Kings and Queens," Aslan continued, "it is called Earth, where many human nations thrive in their own advanced civilisations."

"It is to that island I can return you." He stepped forward, seeking their trust in him. "It is a good place for any who wish to make a new start."

"I will go." A voice among the silent crowd spoke.

Caspian locked eyes with Glozelle, whom the voice belonged to. His eyes held a sincere glance, a transparent window to his vulnerabilities and agony. Between them, he had committed a great deal of transgressions, especially serving a tyrant with the intention to murder Caspian. But at this moment, he was humbled in the presence of Aslan.

"I will accept the offer," he stood bravely before them, "for I see the truth that you are the supreme, and I wish to leave my mistakes behind in the past."

Caspian nodded as a gesture of forgiveness, which cued Glozelle to step forward. He bowed before the great lion, radiating humility and respect in his demeanour.

"You have praised me," Aslan stood proudly, "and I will answer your prayer."

"So will we," Prunaprisma followed suit with her infant cradled in her arms.

She met eyes with Charlotte, who sent her a gratified look. "You will be a fine young queen, who is far more deserving of the throne than I was."

Charlotte remained silent, but her saccharine smile spoke a thousand words of gratitude. She managed a nod before Prunaprisma joined Glozelle in standing before Aslan.

"Because you have spoken first, your future in that world shall be good," Aslan assured them.

The old oak split, revealing a peculiar portal between its bark. Most of the Telmarines broke into gasps and whispers, overcome by doubt and uncertainty.

They stepped through it with full trust in Aslan, never once glancing back with doubt, only to dissipate from existence. This heightened the panic among the crowd. Many retaliating voices sounded from it, throwing wild accusations towards Aslan.

"Where did they go?!"

"They killed them!"

"How do we know he is not leading us to our death???"