The Outsider
The one who follows the crowd usually goes no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever been.
Albert Einstein
Some stories start with someone sitting alone somewhere watching the sunrise or sunset, don't they? For me, it's a little different. I already sit under a tree, but with a book in my hand. People usually walk past me and stare at me strangely and think to themselves: "How can she read all the time? "Poor girl, she's all alone," or even: "Doesn't she have any friends?" These are the typical thoughts that others have about me. But I got used to it a long time ago. I like to be more by myself, just with a book. When I read, I dive into another world, far away from here, away from my problems and my loneliness. While it looks to others like I am reading, I am on an adventure. My father often complains to me that I always have my nose stuck in a book instead of making friends. But with whom? I know every child in this village because I go to school with them and believe me, they are just not the kind of people I would make friends with. After school, the first thing they do is run to the meadow and do some dares. For example: You have to steal an apple from the merchant at the fruit stand without him noticing, otherwise you're a coward! They also annoy the neighbours to death, play in the mud like toddlers and steal things. Childish. I am called an outsider at my school and among other people in general.
I am an only child. There is only my father and mother, who work hard to earn enough. At least we have a better life than before, during the time when King Miraz ruled. It was a terrible time, but thanks to the Narnians we are free. Prince Caspian the 10th is now on the throne and Telmar is slowly reverting to the old Narnia. I myself was enchanted by the stories: all the beautiful creatures in the woods and especially the talking animals. No one wanted to believe in such fairy tale nonsense at first: mythical creatures like fauns, centaurs, minotaurs, unicorns and even talking animals that had been ruled by four children from a completely different world. A lion that had created an entire country with just its roar would be impossible. I, on the other hand, had always been interested in the great lion, the true king of Narnia. Aslan, that strange name remained in my mind since the first page of the book. For the Narnians he is the supreme divine ruler and now for us too, although my parents don't want to accept it yet. Aslan himself proclaimed the prince king and also stayed to bid farewell to the lost siblings. After a thousand years, the old kings and queens have also appeared and helped Narnia to victory. At least, that's how I heard it all. I don't know what exactly happened in that battle, only those who were there know that. But what I did know, what I believed in, was that they would win and finally put an end to this gruesome age. I only hope that this great turn of history will be compiled into a book that I will also read one day.
