Authors Note: I know that my story is short... I might add more to it someday. Enjoy! My story is based off the books by C.S Lewis. They are really good, aren't they?
My name is Susan Pevenise. How could I? How could I say it was all a game? Each time Peter, Edmund, and Lucy told me Narnia was real and I was foolish, I ignored them. But deep down inside of my heat I did believe. And those words that Aslan said ring in my head, "Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia." So why did he say I couldn't come back because I was too old?
That is why I stopped believing. I wanted to be in Narnia forever and I couldn't. So I told myself it was a game that Peter, Edumd, Lucy, and I played as kids. And knowing that they died in a train crash kills me. I never told them sorry. They died believers. And they died knowing that I was not. Until the day I die that will be a scar on my heart.
All I want is to be in Narnia with my brothers and sister. They were too old for Narnia and couldn't go either. But they had hope and still believed. But I let it tear me apart.
A few nights ago I had a dream about Narnia and Peter, Edmund, and Lucy. It was about what happened after the crash. They got to Narnia when they died. They were happy and reunited with all of their friends and Aslan. Aslan made a new Narnia. It was brilliant and better than the old one. But it was a dream. A simple dream.
I wish I could go back in time and never not believe. But I cannot go back in time. It has happend and is over with. Over with and never coming back...
I have finally reached down in my soul and found my belief. Only if I could tell Peter, Edmund, and Lucy that I do believe. Peter, Edmund, and Lucy died as believers. They died knowing that I was not. That will be a scar on my heart forever.