Narnia Meaning Novels & Stories

Aithusa’s POV "My child, there is a scene in the Narnia series where both the evil ones and the heroes are thrown into a dank shed. When Aslan comes those who want light and love soon walk into green and pleasant fields, they see the flowers, the sky, breathe fresh air. The creatures of darkness see none of this, believing themselves to be trapped. Don't you see, my love, we are there already. We are all in the shed right now, or at least the media might have you believe so.

She can't destroy my things if she doesn't know my locker combination. The walk to Harris Park feels like the walk Aslan, the lion from Narnia, made for Edmund. He sacrificed himself for Edmund and gave himself up to the White Witch, or so the story goes. My dad used to read me that story besides the fireplace. Then, after mom went to bed, it was just him and me and Narnia. The big tree is empty. Jeremy must have left school earlier because I rejected him. I sure hope he isn't too pissed at me.

Digest the meaning of all the words Nara suddenly very systematic and neat. Rafael looked at Nara once more. The mark on her forehead was very unique. Usually the pink winged nymph which means the angel of love. Who is in charge of sowing affection for the opposite sex. The gemstone that will have pink wings will have a maroon colored gemstone on its forehead. But Nara was the complete opposite. "I see," said Raphael. Once again the healing angel took a deep breath. "I will take you to meet the King of the Hereafter," said Rafael.

I explain shyly, my voice almost a whisper, echoing lightly in the respectful silence of the library. Zephyr’s violet eyes seem to sparkle when I inform him of this. He holds my hand, his fingers cold and bony, yet his touch is gentle and affectionate. “Anara Valen. Oh, Anara Valen! You have a beautiful name. Do you know the meaning of the name Anara Valen, young lady?” Zephyr asks animatedly and mysteriously, his voice carrying an almost paternal tone, something I never had from my real father. I slowly shake my head, unable to find the necessary words to speak. “Anara means to rise again. You carry resurrection in your name, dear girl,” Zephyr declares, his voice warm. He pats the back of

The Princess raised an eyebrow. “Yes and it… well, it also has a lot of meanings… like a lot! A really, really lot!” Eden insisted, internally scrambling her brain at the same time for her on-and-off language lessons with her father years ago, “In the West, your name literally means like a melody but… but in the Bible your name might as well be derived from the name ‘Ariel’–which means lion of God!” A beat of silence. “Huh,” the Princess smirked, “I didn’t know about that–”

"Of course that's not my real name. My name is Ci'amonae." "I've never heard a name like that." The girl said. "I'm not even sure I can pronounce it." Nanny's eyes gazed far off. "It means 'Daughter of the Ancient Ones'. It's a name from the old tongue." "Ancient ones? Like the Fates?" To the girl, Nanny was suddenly the most interesting person in existence. Aurora rocked the baby in her her arms and sat at Nanny's feet ready for a story. It was an old habit, and Nanny allowed it one last time.

He explained, and his laugh echoed throughout the entire night. "Excuse me," Nasar said, raising his left index finger in the air like a student requesting an excuse from his teacher."What did you mean by Gaea, the Middle Realm, and Gondor?" He asked, and I could see the curious looks on the rest of the team's faces. My mom replied to him, letting out a small laugh. "Gaea means Earth, the one that contains human beings. The middle realm belongs to the gods, and Gordon's is the realm where the battle with the Smith begins."

I said, munching another jellybean. With wide eyes, he stared at me. "You know Narnia?" I nodded. "Yeah," I answered wiping his tears. Now his curiosity about it made him move closer to me, "Have you been to Narnia?" he whispered as if it was a great secret that no one should know. "Not yet but I want to go. I think you could but only if you believe you will wind up in Narnia," I told him, smiling and brushing his curly hair with my fingers.

There was too many of them. I stared desperately from the shifting fog back to the Erelim again. Fear engulfed me. Pushed my face into the pillow. I screwed my eyes tight shut. 'Once a King or Queen of Narnia, Casey Brogan', whispered Mr Tumnus, slipping his warm hand into mine, 'always a King or Queen of Narnia.' My eyes flew open.

” Minch: “The hell you mean there is and isn’t one! What kind of plan is that, Naraja?!” Isilia: “Yeah! Get on with it already Naraja. Plus what even is this “Geronimo? You speak of. And that weird saying you speak of. I have never even heard of it, but yet it sounds familiar..” Naraja: “Ehhhh, I would have thought y’all would know about that saying at least even in this weird world. Familiarity is still something, even if I don’t remember who I am, but still...I mean I only know them because of how my heart/soul resonates with them. That's how I feel behind the words, but yeah it’s y’a know a pretty common saying where I’m from. Both of them, mhmm!”