“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.” ― CS Lewis
THE CONTROL HEADQUARTERS OF THE UNIVERSE:
THE LION strode with dignified ease. Each stately step could be felt, as unseen waves transversing in harmonic resonance. It were as if every creature or object circumambient, were hooked to a fibrillator. HE sat on the Throne, whose projections were like an illusion. Sparkles and swirls of jasper and sardius stones, glowed in protruding and parallel hues, that eventually created a rainbow encased in emerald beams.
As THE LION sat on the Throne, what seemed like a crystal clear river began to gush through. It had no source and its banks were virtually non-existent. At each cascading flow of the river, THE LION became (interchanged) THE LAMB. THE LAMB looked slaughtered as blood gushed from His head. What would have normally been a gruesome and frightening sight, instead became a fixating and captivating episode. At each swap of the THE LION for THE LAMB were echoing voices, as thunder and lightning clamored for the last utterance. Seven towering Lamps, sporadically spat flames into the atmosphere that converged into balls. Balls that eventually erupted with symphonic rhythms like a singing volcano. As grandeur and splendor flaunted its finest, omniscience merged with omnipotence. And then with undisputed sovereignty and authority, THE LION roared!....
"This is not a game, never was. And I AM not fooled. As one has sown, so shall they reap. The one who has lied, is the liar. The one who stole, is the thief. The one who has killed is the murderer. No more, shall the role be reversed.
No more, shall evil shade good and subsequently taint and/or destroy it. No more shall darkness encroach, to surpass light. For indeed, Light has the victory!"
“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” ― C.S. Lewis
THE EVIL HEADQUARTERS OF THE UNIVERSE:
The sound of crushing was like rubber tires grating on cluttered gravel. The throbbing was spasmic and each thump left Lucer reeling to and fro in the agony of disequilibrium. Although he would never again feel pain in his molten chest cavity, this latest canon fired from enemy territory would render him paralyzed. So paralyzed, that most devious agendas would have to either cease or its root arm amputated. He hated this feeling of incapacitation. The crushing under the girls feet, had impeded a very detailed, planned and highly devised operation. If only the girl had kept her voracious and divinely funneled information to herself he would have long advanced into 'Operation Get the Gullibles.'
Lucers pride was the symbol of self-preservation coated in foolishness. He believed that as long as he was having his way, everyone should be happy for him and show some 'love'. But when the tide turned and the enemy gained the upper hand, an upper-hand that was meant to dispel darkness and break the confines and enclosure of gripping shackles. Lucer was infuriated and cried 'treason'! Now his world was imploding and crumbling as it pertained to this girl. He was so sure he had her. Everything had been taken care of. When darkness had closed in, It was for the kill. Now here she was running wild and free. In love on one hand, and at war on the other. What an annoying multi-tasker!
Lucer projectively advanced to the walls of his palace, to get some embers that would simultaneously soothe and inflame his palpitating horns. As he went about setting fire to an already fiery atmosphere, he heard what sounded like giggles and cackles. He turned rapidly in automatic rage, gearing for war or where possible a necessary beat down for whomever or whatever thought his discomfort was entertaining. He reserved the right to inflict pain and injustice, not the other way round! When he saw nothing, he turned back to his roast challenge. Giving the four savage culprits time to scoot by successfully and undetected by him. They heaved a sigh of relief and almost thanked heaven.
Most excerpts, culled from the 'A STAR IS BORN' series, by Chioma Onwudiwe/2014