[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

When I first met Elvis Hawke, I didn't have a good impression of him.Like every boy I've ever met, not to mention the Supreme King who is the same age as him, even King Justice who is four years younger than him, is several times as calm as him.But having said that, I can't be too harsh - after all, his age is less than one-tenth of mine.

His magical talent is indeed very high.We tree spirits and flower spirits living in the forest, although we spend time all day long and live as "old fairies", we only know a few spells in total.He is different.Magic was a part of him, ever-changing at his will, beginning small and often achieving subtle results.I used to think that apart from discussing spells, the communication between us would stop here, but who knew that he was actually serious and persistent in his treatment of feelings.

The first time he saved me in battle, it was almost unnecessary.Of course I was aware of the sneak attack!And if I want to parry, I can solve it by turning sideways; but he muttered a long spell.Due to my sympathy, I was embarrassed to laugh at him, so I had to pretend to be extremely grateful.Later, he boarded the ship with us and sailed with a sense of responsibility for the common people in the world; as a little boy, he always hopes that he can become a superhero.

"Superhero" is actually quite good-looking. Both Edith and Furiel praised him privately: it's a pity that he always uses his weaknesses to avoid his strengths, racking his brains to learn those beautiful words.He was natural and intelligent when he talked to Edmund, and he was a dead wood when he talked to me.I say he might as well make do with Edmund, and leave Edith with us girls.I don't remember what he said to me afterwards on the boat; I only remember that he told me before landing on the island that he had a dark premonition that he was going to do a lot.

No one expected that his deeds would be like this.I remember the way he gritted his teeth and took away Edith's light, his mana was about to run out, and the drops of water on his face couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.I really couldn't bear it, so I stood behind him and gave him a little mana to support him in making swords.Everyone said he didn't know what was going to happen to him until he cut the red ribbon; but I knew otherwise.Before he rushed out of the gate of the banquet hall with a sword, he whispered "I like you" in my ear.Although his eyes lit up the first day he saw me, he didn't have the nerve to say those words even after ten days on the boat.At that moment, I read the death-defying look in his green eyes.

After all, he grew up in a country with many magicians, so he probably knows these legends and rules well.

Maybe it's because I've seen too many things, and I'm not as good as him.In fact, he has very few distracting thoughts, for what he thinks is right, he will not hesitate to burn his beard and break his wings.I will be afraid of death, afraid that I will not be able to make greater military achievements and realize my dream of becoming a knight.But that day, he didn't ask for anything, so he calmly rushed to his own return journey.The sword-bearer is not necessarily the sword-maker, it is he who suppresses this secret and chooses to sacrifice himself.

I never expected to see him again after burying him.I fell in love with him almost before he died, which is not lucky at all.

The day he came back to Cair Paravel was my happiest day.Although the face is calm, I have already decided to put my heart into it.I plan to go with him if I can't convince him to stay with me in the Intelligence Bureau within half a month.There are still many places in the world that need us, and there are still many places that are not free from barbarians and poverty; he taught me that it is gratifying to be widely known, but the most precious thing is the affirmation and approval from oneself.

I left with him, and I was so in love at the time that I didn't even notice that he was hungry, fed, cold, and different from a living person.He used magic to conjure a boat and took me to sail around the world.He would always pick up some friends on the boat, and I didn't know until later that those people, like him, were undead gathering comrades.Under the guise of traveling around the world, he secretly planned a conspiracy to subvert the world of the living.

Why did he cheat on me when I finally got the chance to treat him well?It turns out that I, who have lived for more than 200 years, is still a naive fool.

The second time he dissipated, I could see it clearly.He stood not far from me, fighting with Edmund for a long time.At the moment when the world trembled, he turned into powder along with all the undead, and dispersed in the ice-gray winter sky.

A part of my heart turned to powder with him, leaving a hole that could not heal.It is already painful to fall in love with someone whose life span is far from your own, yet this person died twice within a year.

Edith also disappeared.In the following months, every time I saw the expression on the face of Justice Wang in the Intelligence Bureau, it was as if I saw another self.

On King Justice’s 19th birthday, there was no dance. He came to me with wine in the middle of the night and asked if he wanted to get drunk.He is a good bureau chief, serious and decisive at work, but he has no airs in private.I opened the last bottle of rum in my room and poured him half a glass.He said the rum was too sweet for our mood.I told him: "You are much luckier than me, at least you didn't see her disappear into thin air with your own eyes."

We've all lost a good friend, and a loved one.So we bet on who can get out of the depressed mood first.Edmund said he bet on me, I said I bet on him.Until I write this article, we don't know who wins or loses, but it doesn't matter much - the world always pushes us forward.I became the "Knight of Autumn Water" in Narnia, a role model for all girls who dream of challenging the monopoly of men; the King of Justice learned to calmly respond to the love and pursuit of girls from all over the world, and weaved a more precise and accurate intelligence network.If Elvis and Edith are both living in their own world, they must also be trying to get better.

I once read such a sentence in the book: Love makes smang row up or sink down.

I think we can all make good choices.