Our recent time in the 'wild west' is not the first time I've led a separate life from the one I was born into, and then lost it. Some of you know this from books from your own worlds, but some don't.
When I was twelve years old, my siblings and I were magically transported to a land called Narnia. We were there to fulfill a prophecy, and with the native creatures of that world we raised an army and overthrew an evil witch who'd cast a spell across the country that had plunged it into an eternal winter. Our presence brought spring, and with the defeat of the White Witch, we were crowned the kings and queens of Narnia. For fifteen years, we ruled the land, negotiated and warred with other countries, and served as Narnia's guardians, until one day we discovered - quite by accident - the path back to our world. Once we'd returned, we were unable to go back the same way, and found ourselves again as children, coping with more than a decade's worth of memories in another life. That wasn't the end of our connection with Narnia, but that doesn't matter right now.
What matters here is that I urge you all to not do what I did. I strove to forget that other life, and cast it aside. I told my siblings it had all been a
game and I made myself grow up and focus on other ideas and beliefs, and as a result I lost something precious, something that I can never find again.
I know that some of you went through a horrible time while we lived those other lives last month, but I know that for some of us, there were good moments, as well. Precious ones that shouldn't be forgotten. I strongly recommend that you hold onto those memories.
Thank you
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