/a.n/disclaimer:i own nothing of C.S Lewis's great works.

The place was silent. The leaves rustled but did not make so much as a sound. Her breath came out in short gasps although she had no inkling as to why. She only knew the calmness of this beautiful paradise. All other thoughts were put out. The trees with its glistening emerald shine, shone in the bright light and although the light was so ,very bright, she found she could still see. The pools of water surrounding her shone just as bright. Some were a turquoise-blue , others ocean-like with depths so deep, she felt that in order to reach its bottom , you'd have to drown first.

She walked on , taking in the scenery. The magnificence of this place touched her all the way to her bones. She did not realize but she could not even think of anything. Not her family, memories of herself, indeed, if she thought about herself , she would have found she forgotten what her own face looked like. She kneeled down , beside a pool of water that appeared to be calling her. The pool was clear and as she peered into it , she could vaguely make out a face framed by locks of black hair looking curiously back at her.

And then came a great roar, seemingly from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. And all of a sudden as it had always happened before , the brightest of all bright lights shone and she awoke , just like the first time and all the times afterwards , shivering again in a cold sweat .Be it from pleasure or fear she had no idea.

Susan awoke with a start. She looked about in confusion. "A dream," she breathed out. "Just a dream." As she calmed herself down , she shifted her eyes to every detail of her room as though to make sure that it was really there. She jumped when she heard a sniffle. "Lucy!" she hissed , angry at being caught out so easily. However Lucy was asleep and her eyes were peacefully closed in bliss. Her lips moved mouthing "Aslan!Oh,Aslan!" In great happiness. Susan frowned in annoyance . Again with that silly game! Then again , she really couldn't blame Lucy ,if anybody were to be faulted it was Peter and Edmund. At their age! If only they hadn't encouraged Lucy. She went to America with Mother and Father only to come back to find Lucy in a fuss all over some game. Talking Animals, a lion and some king. Cas-pin? Whatever it was , anyone's expect her to end the charade already. It had already been 2 years. She was already half way to her adulthood! As a teenager, Lucy ought to know better. "A young adult," Susan hastily corrected herself. "It sounds much better."

Susan tugged on the blanket lying loosely about her. She rolled herself in it so tightly until she nearly could not breathe. But she was comfortable. Strangely enough , the suffocating situation only made her feel a little more at ease rather than discomfort as expected. She moved about awkwardly in the folds of the blanket. "Ouch, oh for As-"She began but suddenly stopped when her neck suddenly cracked. What was she about to say that was snatched? Asl-there! Again! She couldn't remember the last of the word-no, name. t was strange it was a name. She knew that much , it was accompanied with a silver of a feeling Susan felt to be guilt.

It dawned upon her…Aslan. The name gave her a thrilling feeling. It also gave her a cowardly one that made her knees go slack and her heart race. She was certain she'd heard that name before. Was it by Lucy? She spoken of that thing, hadn't she? Susan slowly closed her eyes, ohh-that name! It made her feel all out-of-control as though she was driving a car but not steering the wheel. Whoever it was , Susan would find that person. With the last of that, her eyelids really did droop this time and she drifted back to sleep.

Susan's head felt heavy. The room was too bright for her. She lifted her head up although it took up a great deal of was still asleep. A small smile stealing across her younger sister's face. Her eyes were blissfully closed and her fair hair framed her heart-shaped features. Susan only smiled with a blank mind as she noticed all for a moment , it had seemed as though the blankets were a beautiful red-and-gold patched quilt and Lucy's face looked grand and bed wasn't just a bed but a ornately carved four-poster with gems embedded in its posts.

Susan blinked and saw the only similarity being Lucy. "I'm going nutty." she mumbled.