Aslan's Will

Disclaimer : I don't own Narnia.

A/N: This has been in my head for some time now and I finally decided to put fingers to keys. Any Reviews are appreciated. Munchykins.

Like most things, this started with a baby. Me, Guinevere, Gwen. I was apparently left on the doorstep of my school, that and a bank account number. My father is apparently a wealthy multimillionaire, who didn't want me. Yes very tragic, but I got over it and that doesn't have anything to do with anything. He did however leave me with that number, which paid for my education and anything else I needed. I had no contact with my family, I grew up at school, watching people come and go, leading a very insignificant life. However, I lived a very privileged life. Many of my friends had to leave, due to the lack of finances to send their children to the school. I didn't really have many friends, and as you know, basically no family apart from a blank cheque book.

I decided to take up horse riding, a sport that I relished above all others and the Duke of Edinburgh Award. When I was twenty. Part of this award, I had to do some voluntary work ; that's how I met Mrs S. Ravenscroft. The award came and went and I still kept in touch, and one day she changed my life for the better....

'Mrs Ravenscroft?' I called, opening the door. 'Are you up. I bought that film you wanted and I made some soup, its not much but...'

The drawing room was exactly how it had been left, not a mark nor blemish stood out. The net curtains had been pulled back, to show the photos. Mrs Ravenscroft was in her normal chair, her long grey hair flowing down, her expression looked peaceful, resigned. She often took naps, most people her age did. I walked over, and gently shook her hand as not to startle her. The hand was cold, and slid off the woman's lap as I recoiled in shock,tears immediately beginning to stream down my face. I called out to her again,knowing that it would do no good,she did not stir, unbeknownst as what to do. I sat down at her feet and cried, rocking backwards and forwards slightly as the only woman who I had loved like a mother had been taken away from me.

'Do not fret child.' A rich deep voice spoke from the corner of the room, I jumped, tears still flowing, looking for the source of the voice. Panic set into me, my blood ran cold. A lion, greater than the lame, sorrowful beasts at the zoo, stepped into the light. His coat shone, like a new day, his eyes deep and wise looked into mine.

I knew that I aught to run, this was just grief, I was seeing things. Mrs Ravenscroft had some times spoken about a great talking lion. When she described the stories her and her siblings used to imagine, I backed up against the chair, looking at the door, which the lion did not seem to fret about.

'I mean you no harm. You know this.' I looked into the deep eyes of the lion, scared but oddly at home with him, whatever and whoever he was.

'Am I dreaming?' I quavered.

'No, simply seeing things as they should be.' He said simply.

'Why are you here?' My voice seemed to grow stronger, although I did not dare stand.

'I am here to take Susan home.' his voice caressed the words like velvet.

'Where are you taking her!' Alarm ringing in my voice.

'To a place where she truly lies, were the rest of her kin reside. Where she rules as the gentle Queen.'

Thoughts were buzzing around my head but I paid them no attention.

'Will I ever see her again?' the voice of a child, weak and lonely.

The lion considered her. 'You have not fled, when many others would have. You have taken care of this women, when all others would not. You have not felt love for a very long time.' I shook my head and clutched at the fabric of the chair.

'What do you want from me?' my voice cracked, I looked down at my belongings, the soup and the film I had taken for them to watch together. A pathetic existence, I wouldn't really minded if the lion suddenly stopped being all kind and loving and just ripped my head off.

'Your existence, helped another keep her life.' My head snapped up, my mouth went dry. He considered me for a long time, my mind becoming lost in his eyes, who were boring into me, x-raying her. Almost judging me.

'You shall come.' His voice was final. It was an order that I would willingly obey.

I stood up, his voice giving me strength. 'Good.' he said, a hint of a smile gracing his eyes.

'Where are we going?' I asked.

'To the world that I myself created.' it wasn't pompous or arrogant, it was a fact. I stared in awe, at this creature who had created worlds and creatures.'

My heart began to race. 'When are we going?' a faint smile was playing around my lips and she couldn't contain the growing anticipation inside me.

'Immediately.' the lion replied, 'Do you have anything you wish to do?'

'Yes, if you please.' the lion inclined his head. I lent forwards and planted a small tender kiss on the old woman's cheek, laid her hands neatly on her lap. 'How will she be going with us?'

'All will become clear...' and with that the lion stepped through a door, that I had noticed had not been their before, intricately carved with folklore of the world I was about to step in to.

I blinked, I was surrounded by lush fields, I could smell and hear the sound of the waves crashing up the beach. I spun around, a magnificent castle was bathed in a glow from the sun. I turned around, tears flooding my face, the lion was next to me.

'How is this possible and how can I ever thank you?' My voice shaking .

'You already have.' He inclined his head, 'There is someone I wish for you to meet.'

I looked around, and gasped. Mrs Ravenscroft stood their, alive and well. But young, so young, the same age as me. Her long hair, no longer grey hung low and dark, like ebony. Her lovely face grew into a grin, tears burst into her eyes as she looked around. She saw the lion and knelt at his paws, sobbing uncontrollably.

I let them have a moment, gazing around at the splendour which now beheld me. A cloak now covered me and my companion. Who was now squeezing me so tightly, I thought I may burst.

'Thank you' Mrs Ravenscroft sobbed into my shoulder, 'Thank you so much!'

'My pleasure Mrs Ravenscroft.' I sobbed back. She took my face in her hands.

'No more of that, I am in your debt.'

'And I in yours.'

'Call me Susan, Susan Pevensie.' She glanced at the lion. 'High Queen Susan the Gentle.' She hugged me tighter, she grasped my hand as she led the way up to the castle. The lion chuckling behind us.

We entered the great hall, I gasped, light flooded the marble room, at the end of the room three people sat on thrones of marble and gold, however there were four thrones, a person was missing. Susan. She was royalty.

The three monarchs rose, the eldest; tall, broad shoulder, dressed in finery I could have only imagined, rich colours wove their way across all of the royals attire. Images of finery embroidered into silk on the youngest Queen they where all illuminated by light flooding through the open passageways.

The eldest came forward, his gait was long and powerful, mimicking the Great Cat in front of him. His chest out, chin up, their was no question that this man? He couldn't be more than twenty three, twenty four. Yet he had seen more than some had seen in their entire lifetime.

He knelt at Aslan's paws. Looking deep and unflinching into his eyes. I nearly cried out with apprehension and sheer overwhelming situation. I was sure that the light Narnian cloak was stifling her. The look on the man's face – pure loyalty and devotion shone from his cool blue eyes. It made me go cold, despite feeling war

I glanced at Susan, she was terrified. Surly her siblings would welcome her back? I had seen the look in her eyes when Mrs Ravenscroft used to talk about her siblings. I didn't want know what rejection would do to her.

The Lion and the High King were speaking in low tones now. His face furrowed, eyes focused, I could not help but admire his handsome features. Feeling my face grow hot, I quickly glanced up at the remaining king and queen, who were now making their way towards us. The older of the two, handsome, just like his brother. But unlike his brother, his eyes – dark, glittered like stars. Built slighter than his brother, he reminded me of a boy I knew at school, who had gone on and become a polo player. He was one of the lucky ones. There was no doubt that the man standing in front of me – who might have been a year younger I wasn't sure, was built for speed.

The youngest – her long blonde hair swept of her face, a brocade of flowers. Although she wasn't as conventionally beautiful as her older sister, her radiance glowed from within, a lovely complexion and deep blue eyes allowed the youngest to stand out from the rest of her siblings.

I was quickly brought back to earth, I felt the lion gazing at me. Swallowing bile, I looked up at him.

'Remove your hood child.' Oh Shit. mouth dry, palms sweaty. I lowered the silk hood.

The high king's eyes furrowed immediately. Unconsciously I took a step back, now fully aware I was still in my England clothes. The valiant Queen was smiling and immediately strode over to me and embraced me as if she was a long lost child hood friend.

'Her name is Guinevere Darling.' The lion inclined his head towards her. I reeled momentarily : I had not told the lion my last name.... 'These are the High Kings and Queens of Narnia.' His voice rippled with pride.'You have already met Queen Lucy.' He said with a smile.

I bobbed, unaware of the Narnian etiquette. Allowing to catch a infectious smile from the youngest Queen.

'This is King Edmund, the Just.' I saw the king half roll his eyes at the title, only to scolded with a look by Lucy.

I bobbed again, receiving a lopsided smile in return.

'High King Peter, Highest King over all Narnia.'

I looked up at the tall, broad shouldered youth. His gaze was intense, unable to look him in the eyes without blushing like a six year old. I bobbed a lot lower allowing a 'Your Majesty' to escape from my lips.

'Who is your companion?' Peter inquired.

Well aware that my presence would soon be eclipsed I hoped that I could slip away without having to be left as a bystander ; feeling idiotic.

Susan lowered her hood, tears shining. She knelt at Peter's feet. 'Peter, my king, forgive me.'

I will always remember the looks on the siblings faces, cries of joy and apology rang through the hall. Aslan looked at me, and began to walk out of the room, towards the balcony. I followed him obediently, smiling to myself as she went.

Aslan stopped at the edge of the balcony. Allowing the breeze to dance through his mane. When I reached him, he shook himself, little bits of hope, love and faith blossomed into being. Allowing me to drink in Narnia.

I was sure that I had been living in a dull and ugly world. Similar to Dorothy waking up in OZ, suddenly my senses had come alive into glorious technicolour.

A broad grin lay plastered on my face as I basked in the glow, my mind reeling, a thought slammed into me mowing down all pleasant thoughts.

'Am I dead?' I asked, I knew the answer deep down, I just needed for someone to confirm it . The lion nodded. 'Is their anyway I could be sent back?' That thought had been niggling at me, a maggot in my soul.

'No child. I know you would never do anything to warrant banishment.'

'But..'

'Susan, simply did not believe in Narnia. She did not want to return, she made her self believe that it was merely child's play. She was not banished or punished merely because she went to out and socialised, It was her abandonment of Narnia and of her family – for that her return to Narnia was simply delayed, never forbidden.' His tone was soft and wise. Not of scolding or reprimanding.

'Oh.' I felt foolish and petulant, 'I'm sorry.'

'Curiosity is not a sin,it should just be exercised with caution, it is in fact which brought the High Kings and Queens her in the first place.'

'Their from England?!'

'Indeed. I believe some other now-Narnians used to belong to your world a long time a go.'

Unaware to what I should say next, I knelt at Aslan's feet. 'Thank you.' trying to put all my emotions into a over simplistic and overused phrase. Aslan smiled.

'I brought you here for a reason.' I stayed silent,still kneeling at Aslan's feet. I looked up at the wise face, he smiled. 'Come, I think they've calmed down.'

I grinned, chuckling slightly as Aslan led me back into the hall. My grin grew wider as she saw the mass of Pevensies, all protocol and reserve gone, for the first time she saw not the Kings and Queens but a family. Two other people had joined them, a boy who bore some resemblance to the Pevensies, the girl her face beaming who stood next to a half goat, half man : he resembled a Satyr or a faun from my Greek mythology books. Another older young man had entered, he was very handsome, I felt my eyebrows raise slightly, I had known some girls who would be right at this moment throwing themselves at the sandy haired youth's feet.

A deep rumbling could be heard, I whipped around, it sounded like someone treating upon gravel . My eyes went wide, the great cat was purring. He caught Susan's eye and nodded, she smiled back, tears of joy pouring down her cheeks. He turned back to me, 'I take my leave.' He bowed his head, I curtsied caring that I was still wearing jeans. I looked back up, the lion had gone.

Sighing contentedly, I turned; to hear the whoosh of a silk skirt behind me. I gasped and giggled as I spun around watching the indio-y blue silk dance and change colour as the light hit it. Long funnel sleeves floated behind me covering my entire arm and hand. My hair had been brushed and hung long. I forgot the rest of the details, for at that moment Susan threw her self at me into a tight embrace. Knocking me back slightly, I smiled. After a year and a day, Susan let go of me. A smile still plastered on her face, almost immediately Susan was tackled by Edmund into a rough brotherly hug, squeals and shrieks followed. Looking round the room, I saw that large tapestries woven with gold hung from the walls, the marble floor glittered, only the Pevensies remained ; the four thrones illuminating the hall.

Just then Edmund picked me up and started to twirl me around, forgetting all self-awareness, loud and girlish giggling escaped me, he spun me faster, screaming I clung to his arms tighter. He promptly placed me down gently swaying slightly, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

I looked up to see Peter and Susan in a long, painful embrace: not wanting to intrude I promptly turned to Lucy who had started to talk to her.

'There are so many questions.. I don't really know where to start, I assume you came from England?' I nodded, struck dumb, blushing slightly. Lucy took her hand : 'Don't worry, you'll soon find your voice', it seemed strange to me to here such wisdom from a girl a few years younger than me. 'How old are you?'

'I'm twenty-one, just turned a few days ago.' Lucy smiled.

'How wonderful, this could almost be a birthday present, a joyful and glorious one at that.' I smiled back.

'I never thought of it quite like that.' Looking out to the view, pink and orange had begun to appear in the sky, dusk was approaching. Tears began to prick in her eyes, Lucy seeing this immediately held her.

'It is overwhelming, but I can assure you after a day you will feel right at home.' I nodded, tears escaping and plopping onto the Lucy's dress.

'Oh! I'm so sorry, I..I.'

'It doesn't matter.' kindly Lucy took out a handkerchief and gave it to me.

'Thank you, for every thing.' I cast around for the right words. 'I cannot believe how lucky and humbled I am to be here, I don't know why Aslan brought me here?'

'Don't you?' a sharp but not unkind voice spoke next to me, making me jump. Looking around, I saw King Peter standing in front of me, Edmund and Susan talking animatedly together in the background. Lucy took hold of me hand – It was shaking ever so slightly.

'No.' I said defensively, 'All I know that it was Aslan's will and I trust in that.' Lucy squeezed my hand. I could feel the Defiance burning in my eyes. Just try me blondie.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, he looked like he was going to retort when the fawn that I had seen earlier entered the room, he bowed to the kings and queens and inclined his head to me, causing a blush to once again creep across my face.

'Your majesties, my lady : I am here...' His handsome face looked over the four Pevensies, and strode over and hugged Susan. Crying

into her shoulder and her into his. Lucy smiled and gestured to me to follow her I smiled at Mr Tumnus and bobbed to the rest. I set off after Lucy.

'Do you mind being called Guinevere? '

'I don't mind it, but...'

'Gwen?'

'Yes, please...your majesty.' Lucy waved away the title.

'Tell me about yourself. Where do you come from, how do you know Su.'

I told her everything, I wasn't about to lie to her, she seemed pleasant enough. She led me through lit stone passageways, tapestries and art lined the wall. After I had finished my story we continued in awkward silence, until we reached a room. She opened the door, and motioned me to step inside.

'This is where you will be sleeping. Clothes will be sent up shortly, I hope you find it comfortable.' and with a graceful wave and a smile she left. Shutting the door behind her.

Cheers, thanks.I looked around the room, and gasped. A four poster bed stood in the middle of the room,surrounded by lush scarlet velvet drapes, with the lion hung. The stone was dark, and cold to the touch, yet somehow it felt warm and inviting. Two large and beautiful tapestries hung from the wall, a two scenes ; The High Kings and Queens at their coronation it astonished me how young they all were. The one next to it, the Pevensies again, all on horse back, Susan blowing a white horn. They looked a lot older, the same age that they where now. I walked over to it, it had evidently been hand made, it must have taken hours.

The expressions on their faces, where so life like. I felt my face grow hot when I looked at the high king. I couldn't stop looking at him, I shook my self, only to glance back over a second later. He was very handsome...but then so was Edmund, my mind added hastily. I mentally rolled my eyes.

I gazed around the room again, the sun was slowly setting, the sun bathed the room in many colours. I sighed, a feeling of loneliness settled over me. I had barely talked to anyone...i didn't know anything about Narnia or even if there where other Kings and Queens.

A wash basin stood near the window, on top of a chest of drawers, I strode over to it, looking at my reflection in the mirror above the basin. I was still me. Same long-ish dark blonde hair, with highlights,( at first I had regretted it, I looked like a bloody badger. But now they had settled, and most of my badger-yiness had faded.). I loved my hair, that and my bust was one of my few best features; A round face with full lips and hazel eyes stared back at me, I didn't think I was unattractive, but...... Susan and Lucy... they had natural beauty both inside and out. I used to wish to be pretty when I was younger, chubby cheeks may look adorable to adults, but for me as a child, worst nightmare.

Luckily, my face had slimmed out slightly, however it still retained some roundness which I knew would never go away. My figure..... I did look ok in the dress I was wearing. I was a perfect hourglass, big shoulders,bust and hips, with a bottom to match. I could have easily walked into a renaissance painting – the goddess Venus – give me strength. I was proud of my legs though, years of horse riding and hockey had made them chunky, but muscular. Years of battling with my weight had finally ceased, I had accepted my shape, despite many of its hangups. My stomach – ugh!- and shoulders and bottom, just name but a few. It intrigued me how little of self-confidence I had about my figure, I have had one or two boyfriends, they didn't complain....no not at all. Both of them liked my 'assets', so much so that both of them tried to get me in the back of a car. Charming, so much for romance! Deciding I couldn't look at my figure any longer I shut the curtains and began to get undress, forgetting about supper.

Sitting down back on the bed, I started to cry softly. I was happy, but... the sheer enormity of it all. I still had no idea why Aslan had brought me here. Judging the way I couldn't stop looking at a certain someone, I knew that the next couple of days would be hard.