AN: Yes this is the new muli-chapter, I've started. This is the first chapter. Hope you like. It takes place right after the last battle.

"Mum! Father!" The two kings and their sister the queen ran towards their parents at a surprisingly fast speed.

Helen Pevensie blinked in surprise when she saw her three children standing before her in such splendor. They were dressed in the most beautiful clothing she had ever seen and they wore golden crowns on their heads. Surely she was dreaming. She looked to her husband wondering if he saw them too. He did, his mouth was open wide and his eyes looked like they were going to pop right out of his head.

"Children." Their father said. Though even he could see they were hardly 'Children' anymore. He simply didn't know what else to call them. "Where are we?"

"In Aslan's country." Peter told them. "We have died in the train wreck. And come here."

"But why here?" Their mother asked.

And so they told them of all the wonders of Narnia and all the adventures they had had. And how they knew of a great lion called Aslan whom Lucy was the closest too. Although it seemed like a fairytale, it was so true that their parents believed them at once.

"But darlings," Helen asked. "Where is Susan?"

All three of them hung their heads sadly. Edmund happened to glance at his brother for a moment and caught an expression that he didn't understand. It wasn't only an expression of sorrow. It was one of...guilt? but what was he guilty of? Surely nothing to do with Susan. It wasn't his fault that she wasn't a friend of Narnian anymore.

Later that evening, Lucy stood on the great golden-gated hill looking out over everything with her new eyes. She never grew tired of it. She could see everything so perfectly. So many delightful colors. So many people.

Lucy focused her eyes down at different people to watch them. She saw Caspian and his wife with their son. She saw Mr. Tumnus and talking with Edmund and Eustace by the sea. She could see Aravis and Cor laughing and splashing each other in a mossy pond. She could see dryads dancing about happily. Mr. And Mrs. Beaver were playing chess with Reepicheep. Peter was sitting by himself looking out from the cair paravel balcony. King Tirian was talking with Jill pole.

She found herself wondering if Tirian liked Jill. Surely Jill was too young for him! But they seemed so happy talking together. She wouldn't be young forever. He could've fallen in love with her. He could simply be waiting a few years to tell her first.

Oh, how Lucy wished it wasn't a possibility. She didn't want Tirian to be in love with Jill. She had some feelings for Tirian herself. Was it love? she wasn't sure. After all, she hadn't known him long enough for that. But it was certainly like. A lot of Like. She really liked him. She liked the way he talked to her as if she was his equal and the kind kingly smiles he shoot her way every now and again.

"Hello oh great Queen. May you live forever." A voice said from behind her.

Lucy quickly spun her head around to see who it was. It was Emeth. She might have guessed it from the way he spoke. "Hullo, Emeth." Her eyes wandered back to Tirian.

Emeth noticed. "Ah, youthful love." He sighed.

He must mean Jill and Tirian. Lucy thought. "He's not in love with Jill." She said quickly her cheeks flushing bright red.

"I wasn't talking about Jill." Emeth said. "I was speaking of you and the King Tirian. Surely your obvious pleasure in his company does not go un noticed."

"Oh don't be silly." Lucy said. "Tirian would never notice me. He likes me as a fellow ruler and friend. That's all."

"And you're okay with that?" Emeth asked.

"Yes." Lucy lied. Her first lie. How rotten it felt. She's always been so truthful before. Curse you Tirian!

"I think you should tell him how you feel." Emeth said.

Lucy laughed. "How can I tell him that when I don't even know how I feel?"

"Well it's just another thing you have in common." He said.

"Emeth, were you a Calormene match maker?" She teased. "Because I don't suppose you'd simply bother other wise."

"Not, I fair lady." Emeth said, smiling. "I was only solider."

"Emeth," Lucy said, her tone changing. "Have you ever been in love?"

Emeth shook his head. "No, but I do imagine what it would be like from time to time. I just haven't met the right girl yet."

"Non of the Calormene ladies suited you?"

"Nay, I could not find love in my heart for ones I knew. The sky appeared dark in my eyes if I could even thought about marrying one of them. Father and mother were disappointed when I didn't wed my childhood sweetheart but I didn't love her."

"Oh." Lucy sighed, she looked back at Tirian again. Then her eyes wandered back up to where Peter was. What was with him? He seemed troubled? How could he be? with everyone here in Aslan's country?

Edmund wondered about this as well. Why was Peter acting so strange? At first he had seemed as happy as anyone to be in Aslan's country. Now he seemed almost...sad.

Aslan came over to Edmund, his great paws gentle padding on the ground. "King Edmund." He said.

"Yes Aslan?" He looked at the great lion standing beside him.

"I know what you wonder." Aslan said. "You want to know what is wrong with your brother."

"Do you know, Aslan?" Edmund asked.

"Yes." Aslan said gravely. "but It is he that will tell you of his own free will. It is his trouble and his own story. No one is ever told any story but their own."

"Hmm." Edmund decided he would ask Peter what was wrong.

Meanwhile, Eustace joined Tirian and Jill's conversation.

They were talking about the great northern giants. "They tried to eat us." Jill was telling him. "Cook us as man pies." She looked over at Eustace. "Remember the bright clothes they gave us? It's a miracle we weren't caught!"

"We should have listened to puddleglum." Eustace recalled. "He was in the right."

"But It was my fault." Jill confessed. "I mixed up the signs."

Tirian stopped listening for a moment and his eyes turned to the hill Queen Lucy was on. She was gazing out at everything. Oh how fair she was! He couldn't help but notice. He did wish she'd come down and talk to him. For a moment, their eyes meet before they both blushed and turned away.

Eustace noticed. "Smitten with the Queen Lucy are we?" He teased.

"I am not!" Tirian said a bit too loudly.

"You like her, you like her." Eustace teased.

"You like her." Jill joined in.

"Oh Jill, even you wont stand up for me?" Tirian said in a sulkily voice. "And I thought we were such friends."

"I am your friend." Jill said. "And as your friend, I think you should tell her how you feel."

"Never!" Tirian gasped. Was she mad? Lucy would never notice him! She didn't see him in that way. She only liked him because he was descended from her old friend Caspian. That was all.

"Oh dry up!" Eustace laughed. "Just tell her. You've got nothing to lose."

"Nonsense." He had everything to lose.

"Come on!"

Tirian looked back at the hill, Lucy was not alone. Emeth was with her. She smiled at him a few times and they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Suddenly it all made sense. Lucy liked Emeth. "She's likes Emeth, not me."

"Pshaw!" Jill said. "She does not like Emeth in that way!"

"How can you be sure?" Tirian asked still uncertain.

"I just am!" Jill said.

"I'm not telling her anything." Tirian decided. It would be beyond embarrassing! He could picture it now, He expressed his interest in her, she smiled kindly and told him she was flattered but, she 'just didn't feel the same way' and she took Emeth's arm and went for a moon lit stroll down the beach. No way, he was going to say anything.

Edmund found Peter and prepared to ask him what was wrong. "Pete..."

Peter knew what he was going to ask. He knew very well that his sad way of conducting himself stuck out in this happy world like a sore thumb. But he was so ashamed. He didn't know if he could tell the truth to his brother. He done something terrible. Something he regretted terribly.

"What is it?" Edmund's voice was filled with concern.

"It's all my fault." Peter said quietly almost in a whisper.

"What is?"

"That Susan isn't here with us." He said.

"Oh Pete, no it's not." Edmund said kindly. "You know it's not. She made her own decision. You even invited her to come with us when we gave the rings to Jill and Eustace and she wouldn't come."

"That's just it, Ed." Peter gulped sadly. "I...I...lied. I never asked her to come. We'd had a fight before, and I was just so mad at her...I didn't know...this would happen...I told her I was taking a course in pluming...she didn't know where we were."

"Pluming?" Edmund said in confusion.

"I had to explain the workmen clothes somehow." Peter grumped.

"Why pluming?" Edmund asked.

"By the lion Ed! Is that all you have to say?" Peter asked.

"We did really look like plumbers. I guess that makes sense." Edmund blinked twice as if in deep thought.

"Forget the dang plumbing Ed!" Peter shouted.

"Peter, why did you do that?" Edmund asked at the realization sunk in. "Did you hate her that much?"

"No." Peter said. "That's just it. I made a terrible mistake."

"Well, it doesn't mean she won't make it here." Edmund said kindly. "We all make mistakes."

"I know." Peter said. "I still feel horrible about it though."

"Well on a lighter note," Edmund said sensing his brother wanted to change the subject. "I think King Tirian might like Lucy."

"Lucy's too young for stuff like that." Peter shrugged.

"She's seventeen." Edmund reminded him.

"It's still young." Peter argued. "Much younger than Tirian."

"I guess so." Edmund said. "But I still think he likes her."

"He'd better back off of my little sister." Peter's expression hardened. "I made a mistake with one sister and lost her. I'm going to be a perfect brother to the other one if it kills me."

"But you're already dead...sorta..." Edmund said. It was getting confusing.

"Well that'll make it easier then wont it?" Peter said firmly.

Meanwhile in another world, our world to be exact, Susan Pevensie attended a memorial service for her family. There were no bodies but no one seemed to care about that.

They seemed to prefer to gossip. "Look at that Susan girl, she is the most selfish brat I've ever seen." One middle aged witch of a woman said meanly. "Look, her whole family dead and she's not even crying."

Susan had cried she just didn't like to cry with other people around was all. She looked at everyone. She hated them all. they were wicked and cruel! She raced out of the building let them gossip! She just wasn't going to take it anymore. She ran and ran until she reached a bridge high off the ground above a large lake of water. She took off her shoes, placed them neatly on the bridge then she jumped. It would all be over in a moment.

The water felt so cold. Her lungs screamed for air but she refused to answer them. She would just let the water rush over her head.

AN: Well whatja think? Review and let me know!