The Door to Narnia

Resurrection

They stumbled down the ancient steps. The air was chill; it seemed to Susan as if winter had returned to Narnia to stay forever.

Suddenly the ground beneath them moaned and quaked, and when they had regained their balance and turned around, they saw that the stone table was empty and broken.

Light touched their faces, and they stared, eyes widened. They saw him come, a dark silhouette against the golden radiance, and flew to meet him.

“Aslan!”

Susan burrowed her face in the tawny mane and felt her own overwhelming joy and laughter vibrate in his enormous chest.