Narnia Dawn Treader Painting Novels & Stories

But then, why hadn’t he called him? They meandered down the walkway inside the roped section of the room. His mother paused in front of a painting. It was a beautiful depiction of a lioness standing protectively in front of the lion—a king and his queen, the queen strategically painted in front of the king against a brilliant backdrop of greenery and sunlight. The art was stunning. He checked the starting price of it, the price others had bid on, and wrote his own bid on the notepad.

Laughter caught my attention and drew me to the backyard, where I found Kierra and the kids painting on canvases. “Oh, wow, Daisy. That’s so pretty,” Kierra praised. The painting consisted of globs and streaks of different paint colors that eventually produced an undesirable shade of brown. She was no Picasso, and it wouldn’t sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars, but I was sure the painting would find a home on a wall. Maybe the laundry room. “Kiyah, tell me what kind of car you’re painting,” Kierra urged. “It’s a yellow Camaro like Bumblebee.”

"Ah. That's a very interesting piece, Mr. Armstrong. What can you tell me about it?" The piece in question features a lion, identifiable only by its spiky mane, standing next to a dinosaur, identifiable only by its long neck. The two wonky creatures are standing on a strip of green, beneath a strip of blue. A yellow semicircle—the sun, I assume—hangs above them. "It's Trevor and Dino," Brandon explains. "This is one of their adventures. It's from my story last night." It's hard to say what scene in particular Brandon's painting depicts, but I'm not about to tell him that. Instead, I smile and say, "What a brilliant composition. You're a very good artist."

He said out loud instead. “Yes.” Nova clapped excitedly, throwing her hand around his waist to hug him. “You like it?” “Yes baby, I love it.” He said, gently stroking her hair as he stared at the painting. The way the young woman had mixed colors to get this shade of neon was just intelligent. Well, he should not be so amazed. Ciaran only admitted geniuses, no matter how much money their guardians owned. “It’s Blind Tonto Drawing.” “What?” He turned to look down at Nova.

Taking his eyes away from the pool he looked up and just above the pool is a huge painting which consisted of the Map of Aquarial and the Fire Trident. "What brings you here young Tide?" Naga asked, breaking his trance as he turned to face the Merdragon. "I have come seeking your guidance, Naga," Tide said. The Elder Merdragon looked pleased, his tail swishing slightly, he looked like a child who got his favorite toy back from their grandparents or an old man whose favorite book was returned after decades of absence. "I am always glad to aid my young Tideian. Have I told you what a wonderful role model I find you to be?"

She wondered if there would be an addition to her art if she knew that rebirth was possible. The teacher called out the student’s names one after the other. Freya went up and presented her artwork that used oil pastel. It was something related to taking care of nature. The others were even quite dark. Like feeling caged up, or being swallowed up by a monster. There were some who drew mythical creatures, landscapes or self-portraits. It was Dawn’s turn and no one expected anything extraordinary from her. Talent was after all something that takes time to master. She carried her poster paper, with its ends together so it doesn’t hit anyone on the way.

Carolina knelt and offered the brush. “Yours if you want it,” she said. Penny dipped, chose purple, and drew a wide, wild arc over the wall. It was perfect. It turned into a mural, layer on layer, a record of every hand in the house. Eventually the other walls filled, wild with saltwater fish, stars, crows, broken crowns, weird animals, bright geometric shapes. Even after she scrubbed clean, the paint never left Xander’s hands. * On a half-melt day, with rumors of electricity returning to the grid fulltime, Xander took her on a walk. He claimed it was business, but the pack following them (Finch, Lyra, Morgan, and a tiny girl named Pip) proved it was a family thing.

Inside, it was filled with beautifully crafted paintings. “You made all this?” I asked in disbelief as I inspected each drawing. Tiana nodded, smiling widely. “They are perfection,” I said, starstruck. “Let me show you something you might like the most,” Tiana said, moving to the far corner of the room and pulling the cover off another canvas. The canvas revealed an unfinished painting of a young girl that looked exactly like me. I looked at Tiana in shock. “It's not finished yet, but I hope you like it,” Tiana said, blushing hard. “You remind me of the sunset, calm and lovely.”

Full of life. Lila sat in the middle of the window seat with Mr. Roar and a new stuffed fish she had named “Sir Splash,” narrating an elaborate story about a kingdom where dinosaurs ruled the water. Paint smudged her cheek. Glitter clung to her curls. She looked exactly like the future we had fought for. I stood at my easel, brush in hand, watching the morning light pour through the skylights and spill across the canvas in front of me. Dante leaned in the doorway, coffee in one hand, watching me the way he always did when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

The space beyond stole his breath away. A large expanse spread out before him, dominated by a huge sofa that could comfortably accommodate a dozen people. Its ebony frame was adorned with exquisite gold embellishments, and velvety velvet cushions in a rich burgundy color begged to be stroked. A powerful picture of a raven in flight appeared to oversee the room over the sofa, its eyes shimmering with an unnatural liveliness. "This must refer to Azure's protection," Trevor reasoned as he studied the artwork, hoping to comprehend the secret meanings included within the pictures.