A/N - A/N – I should be finishing stuff I'm writing really, but I had an insatiable urge to write Narnia fanfiction. Also, sorry this A/N will be long but if and when I continue the story they'll be shorter.

Basically Susan after the Last Battle with her husband and daughter gradually remembering Narnia. Or that's how it should work out if my writing's good enough. Because I think it's completely possible that she would start believing in Narnia again.

I've written the next chapter already because this is a prologue and I'll post it almost straight away probably, but I doubt it will work like that all the way through.

Also, I'm posting the start of another Narnia fic about Edmund before LWW and I will probably only focus on one Narnia fic at a time (yeah, I meant to only write one, finish it and then maybe write the other but it didn't work) but I haven't decided which yet so if you do read them both and have a preference and want to tell me 'twould be good. I might always end up writing them at the same time but I don't plan to at the moment.

Bookverse, but I suppose there could be some influence from the films because I've seen them recently.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia, I never have owned it and I'm not going to start owning it midway through the story. Or ever.

A great monarch sat silent in a country that almost glistened with life and virtue. The river on which he fixed his eyes chattered with excitement as it flowed down, ever down past the regal trees and lively creatures. Indeed, the monarch himself seemed the only inhabitant lost in thoughtful worries, separated from the rest of that world by his doubts.

Presently, another King, perhaps greater than the first, approached, throwing himself down in a show of exuberance under the same tree, glancing at the same river, having already made acquaintance with the shallow section, so that he was caked in mud form the thighs down, wet through and thoroughly enjoying himself. "Come on, Ed," the High King implored, stray spots of mud flicking from his hair onto his brother, to remain there, ignored "Lucy and I are down there with the others. Why won't you come and join us?"

For a long time, it seemed the first King wasn't going to answer at all, but as his brother shifted, wondering whether to leave, the words escaped "Why am I here at all, Peter? What am I doing here?"

Guilt, the realisation dawned "You're a Narnian," the reply was accompanied by a gentle, damp punch to his shoulder "Of course you're here,"

His companion had started speaking again almost before the High King had finished "But why am I here – why do I deserve to be here – when she doesn't?"

A silence ensued, during with the older King – Peter – picked idly at the grass and the younger – Edmund – reasserted his fascination with the river. They both understood perfectly well which she they were talking about.

"Susan's not here... because – because she stopped believing in Narnia. How was she supposed to come here if she didn't believe it existed?"

"Isn't what I've done worse than that?" The question would rarely leave him, and it had been all he could do not to trouble his siblings about it until now. "I betrayed you, Peter. I betrayed Narnia. I could have – could have doomed the whole country, the people. I nearly killed you. Susan just – forgot. So tell me what I'm doing here when she's not. Tell me why what she did was so much worse than what I did."

The grass in Peter's hands was shredding faster, and Edmund thought he wouldn't have an answer. "You... you repented Edmund. You're a better person now and – you're not doing it anymore..."

"So..." Edmund knew what his brother meant, couldn't accept it as an excuse for what he'd done. "I suppose it was just a phase, was it? Maybe Susan was just... going through a phase. A perfectly harmless one and maybe... I don't know. I'm sorry, Peter, I didn't want to... I shouldn't be just talking about this, it's – selfish..."

"No, go on,"

He almost didn't, but he heard a voice replying and it sounded like his own "So it's OK for me because I grew out of it? Because I was given more time. Maybe she could have grown out of it, but... she's not here,"

"No," both brothers looked around in surprise to see another monarch sitting beside them, in a better state than Peter, though not by much; neither of them had heard her approach.

"Lu!"

The Queen nodded distractedly, before continuing "No, Susan's not here. Because she's still alive. It wasn't our world – our old world, I mean – that was destroyed, was it? We died in our world on the train, but Susan wasn't on the train." Her hand brushed gently against Edmund's knee "Susan will remember. Aslan will help her, and when she does, and once she's – once she's dead, we'll be here waiting for her. I know she'll come."

"You know it?" he needed reassurance.

"Well, I believe it," the words were simple, but with them, the man remembered that he, too needed to believe, have faith and know that his sister wasn't being punished for a lesser crime than he had committed. He would believe and have faith and when their family was whole again he would be free and –

Suddenly, the younger King was blushing, abashed that he hadn't considered what his little sister had known unquestionably, and the worry was lodging back in his mind, because Susan wasn't there yet and she had to remember. She had to, because if not, how would his being there, his section of perfection, his – playing with Lucy and Peter, how would that be just?

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