Jump 070: The Chronicles Of Narnia

Jump 070: The Chronicles Of Narnia

Location: Free Choice (London, 1940)
Age: 427 (8)
Identity: [-400] Drop-In, Starborn
Drawbacks: [+500] What Are They Teaching In These Schools?, Blitzed Brit

[Free]      Claim To Hospitality
[200/1100]  Heart Of A Child
[500/1100]  Narnian Time
[900/1100]  On Aslan's Side
[1000/1100] The Preservation Of Man
[1100/1100] Till We Have Voices
[Free]      The Great Dance

Speaking of bizarre worlds... splitting my time between Narnia and the real world (specifically during the era of World War II and the Blitz) is very much not a fun thing at all.

Taking up occupancy in the night sky as a star is interesting, even if I'm not the greatest of fans of being relegated to spending most of my time performing necessary duties, but... well, needs must when a lion drives you. Narnia is at least a peaceful place. Wartime Britain, less so, especially when a buzz bomb takes out one's victory garden. Or bedroom.

Really, London is not the ideal place to be, but it's not as though it was a choice that was in my hands. At least I was too young to be drafted. And... frankly? After all of the time I spent in a war-torn galaxy, being in a city under siege was a sedate experience compared to much of what I'd been through.

Narnia was a fascinating place to be, though. And for all the sights I'd seen in so many years, it was certainly one of the more peaceful, even with its conflict brewing. I remained on the sidelines as Aslan had politely advised - as one does NOT simply disregard Aslan - and while my overall situation was far from ideal and led to more than a few close calls, it was never beyond my ability to handle without even having to consider breaking out the big guns.

I felt rather fortunate that the lion took the time to sit down and talked with me at length quite often, even when he was inaccessible to others. Perhaps at times sad of eye, but very wise was he. We spoke of many things, fools and kings, and he at least was much more sensible than the rest of the locals. Quite frankly, a great deal of our conversations was a matter of him simply listening to me; he was an expert in coaxing it out, reasoning through everything. Other conversations, we spoke of what was and is to be, and the roles I intended to take in achieving those goals. The craziest thing is that I ended up leaving our conversations feeling in far better spirits than when they began, no matter how heavy the topic.

Overall, when I left this world, I did so with a feeling of absolution. Rather unexpected. Not at all unwelcome. To not feel the past weighing on me as heavily as I have... that was quite honestly a blessing. Kind of unhappy to realize that all those years have been weighing on me since I was a Necrontyr, but it does make sense. It can be dealt with.