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MORGAN LA GRÂCE MATTHEWS WAS AN 18-year-old devout Christian girl who had the wildest of imaginations.

She was the Pevensie children's closest friend. She had known them since they were toddlers, and she a child. Their parents had been close friends, their fathers having gone to fight in the war together.

She had chestnut brown shoulder-length hair that naturally curled around, faint freckles, one dimple that appeared on her left cheek when she smiled widely, and forest green eyes that were overshadowed by long, dark eyelashes that didn't need any mascara to look as good as they did. She had plump pink lips that she chewed on and picked at, as it was a bad habit she was never able to keep at bay. It often left her lips sort of red and painful in some places, though they were always somehow soft and pretty. She had far from perfect teeth, as a couple were slightly higher than the others - and yet, she was always told it gave her character... only added to how pretty she was. She never really agreed, however, but left them the way they were because people seemed to like them the way they were. (Besides, it would have been expensive to fix them.)

Morgan was quite skilled at drawing and singing, as she'd been drawing animals and people and singing since she was very little. She never used to be very good at either, but, as they say, with time, patience, and practice comes skill. She was now drawing portraits of people and detailed dragons, drawing full-body figures in different poses to practice with anatomy and drawing different woodland and mythical creatures. She didn't think she was the absolute best at singing, but she had pretty good control over her voice. She had been complimented by her parents and childhood friends on her voice, and she'd always been modest but thankful for it.

She always had an affinity for rings and necklaces. Not bracelets as much, but she did have two that she liked - a copper one with pretty engraved patterns, and another a leather braided one with five copper hearts lining it that her father once got for her. The first one, he'd gotten as a gift for her from America (Arizona, she thought), and the other a gift that he let her pick out from a nice jewelry store they'd gone to on a father-daughter date before he left to fight in the war. She was only thirteen at the time, but he wanted to get her something special in person, since he would be away for a long time. She never took it off, save for when she bathed. She proudly donned the bracelet wherever she went. Despite those beloved bracelets, necklaces were her favorite and always would be.

She wore a silver cross necklace (the cross about two inches long) with a scripture engraved on the front of it, and she wore it everywhere she went. The scripture was her favourite one in the whole Bible, one that had been dear to her heart all her life: Matthew 6:9-13. The Lord's Prayer. Her father, Lewis, whom she had always idolized and cherished, had bought it for her and had mailed it to her along with a letter for her fifteenth birthday. He couldn't personally give it to her because he was still indeed serving in the war. It was her most prized possession, and she kept the letter he sent with her wherever she went. He always had such a way with words that never ceased to make the girl feel so special. That letter was the last thing she had of him before she and her mother learned that he had been killed in action.

She vowed, that day, to live on and be like her father in any way that she could, and to keep the necklace and letter with her - even if one of them broke or deteriorated over time. She would never get rid of either item that she cherished with every fiber of her being.

Morgan also had a small brown Bible containing all 66 ancient books in the pocket of her jacket, protected by a drawstring pouch. It had the large brand of a lion on the front leather cover, and she later found that it closely resembled Aslan.

She, at first, thought it was quite a coincidence when she found out the book's cover looked like the mighty Lion when she first saw Him. But, she would realize that it was not coincidence at all when Aslan gave her a knowing and understanding look that told her everything. That made her love her Bible all the more.

Morgan had placed the letter her father sent to her between the pages in the back of the book, so she always knew where it was. She also had a small piece of parchment tucked between the two table of contents pages, and it listed many scriptures that pertained to different ailments, whether it be physical or mental, where to find help, teachings about life problems - from depression, anxiety, physical pain and illness, to anger, greed, sin, and many, many more. It's also listed virtues to Christianity, like cleanliness, endurance, faith, forgiveness, Godliness, etc.

She had a little Psalms and Proverbs New Testament Bible back at home that she used as a reference to write those down. She liked to look in the psalms and proverbs Bible at the pages in the front to find a reference for something she was looking for, and then go into her normal Bible and find it in there. Later on, though, she figured she would write it all down on a small piece of parchment and stick it between the pages of her Bible. She called it her reference, so she could look at it and find whatever she wanted.

She took the Bible wherever she went.

Her parents had both passed, and she lived with her crotchety old grandmother, Amelia.

Like mentioned above, her father, Lewis, served in the war, but hadn't made it out alive. Her mother, Katherine, had been devastated. Her grandmother had told her "Good riddance," and that he was a useless man, even though he served in the war for his country. She had just said that, among other things, because she never liked him.

Katherine was ill with tuberculosis a couple years before Lewis was KIA. Months later, after becoming depressed due to her husband's passing, her sickness became much worse, and she ended up succumbing to her sickness after a couple years with the agonizing pain from the disease eating away at her lungs. She'd been coughing up blood and writhed around in her bed in total agony. Morgan was terrified.

Unfortunately, she had to live with her grandmother, Amelia, once her mother passed. Morgan never wanted to live with Amelia. She loved her, yes, but the elderly woman never seemed to care. She took care of the girl, yes, but it was always the bare minimum.

Due to her upbringing, which wasn't the most exciting, despite her closeness with her parents, she never really had the chance to learn how to swim. She had seen small private pools filled with parents playing with their children on occasion, but was never allowed to go in. She'd seen the rocky beaches in the distance before, but always had to be somewhere else. It bummed her out, but, she never really knew what to expect. Besides, she'd had other exciting things in her life to focus on. For example, close childhood friends.

Morgan would spend as much time as she could with her best friends, the Pevensies. At least they made her feel loved, and they did so much with her that filled her days with happiness, having no need for any pool or beach excursions. They always seemed to notice when she became distant or distraught at her remembrance of her beloved parents, and the practical neglect of her grandmother. Her best friends, having known her majority of their lives, had told their Narnian friends about her, including Prince Caspian. Their stories always seemed to cheer her up.

At first, the Pevensies were unsure about telling Morgan because they didn't know if she would believe them, but she said it sounded magical once they told her. She mentioned that her father told her stories in her childhood that sounded similar to what they told her about their adventures. She had also told them that some of the events that took place reminded her of the life of Christ; the main one being how Aslan sacrificed His life for the guilty - Edmund. Just like how Jesus sacrificed His own life for the guilty man, whose name was Judas, along with every other person that lived. He sacrificed His life for a man whom betrayed Him, for people that would betray Him all the way up until today. Thing is, if they asked for forgiveness, they would be forgiven.

She couldn't help but feel that there was a connection there.

Later on, Morgan would come to realize just how magical the world of Narnia really was, in more ways than one.

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