Revolution || Narnia Fanfiction || thecallofnarnia & NaturallyNarnian

Author's Note

I, as many others have, have idolised the Pevensies since I was a child. Peter's Magnificence and strength, Susan's Gentleness and beauty, Edmund's sense of Justice and fight, Lucy's Valiance and heart.

Narnia was published to be accessible for children. It's easy to see many characters simply, as 2D, at a glance. There's clear good vs. evil. Our beloved Pevensie protagonists have delicately crafted challenges and are supplied with all that they need to prevail each time, and if not, Aslan will make his appearance- their mistakes and troubles are continuously corrected and righted.

I idolised them and many other fictional characters to a point that it became almost toxic and I began to further doubt my already paper-thin self worth. Originally, I created Lilith for Peter, but also as an ideal and person that I wished that I was. The more I wrote her, I found that character imperfections were impossible to avoid- of course they were. The story- she- was almost dull without them, too. Eventually, Lilith lashed out, broke down, got lost and made mistakes. But still, I loved her and loved writing as her. The Pevensies loved her, too. Narnia has an amazing High Queen.

She is enough- flaws and all.
As am I, and as are you.

'She...
She was all she had.
She was worth an entire book.
She was enough.'

Then, I began writing with David. The Incredible High King, himself (both OC and writer). He writes and creates with such a beautiful, inspiring determination to be himself and I love him endlessly for it. While experiencing the honour of writing beside him, I've written more of myself into certain characters than I thought I ever would.

Where this Series is by no means conventional Narnia fanfiction, it's got as much heart, soul and depth to it as I see Narnia itself having.

Because Narnia should be able to be home to all. Narnia has very few restrictions- unless we give it them. To quote our favourite Centaur Chief, 'Narnia implements no curtailment of its people or their being.'

I was going to use Thirsa's quote at the beginning of this Note, for I feel I had a similar approach to the stories written in this Narnia—

'But to who do you owe this to, Dear Thirsa?'
'Myself. All others who have been cast aside. All those who aren't pristine enough for Narnia's Golden Age.'

But there is no one not 'pristine' enough, for Narnia itself isn't 'pristine'. It's wild and fantastical, accepting, exciting, welcoming and open with endless possibilities.

You- and I- are worthy of it all.
It's where we belong as long as we want it to be.

All my love,
Lea