A/N: First Narnia fic. This is kind of a drabble. One of those "how did Sue cope after the last battle" sort of thing
Disclaimer: Wow… I love British books, but I don't own them.
Susan walked into the old building. She hadn't been to a church in ages… unless you counted the funeral. But that was out of guilt.
It was stupid of them, was her first thought, to go do something for an imaginary land. But then she realized, it wasn't pretend. It was all real. She thought back to how beautiful and happy she was in that strange place. A few tears escaped her eyes.
She looked around. Not a soul to be seen. That didn't matter anyway, she wanted to be alone. She held an old book in her hand. It was Lucy's worn diary. Of course, it wasn't a normal diary. It had all of her adventures in the beautiful land they had traveled to. All Susan did was sit down in a pew and flip through.
It all rushed back to her. The trees, the fauns, the battles. She nearly laughed, which was something she hadn't done in a while. Narnia, sweet beautiful Narnia.
But the very end of the book confused her. Aslan was known by another name…here? Who was he, then? Try as she might, Susan couldn't understand.
There were a few other things in the book, like bible verses. Guilt welled up inside her. She should've been as faithful as Lucy, Edmund, and Peter. They had always felt a strong hold on God.
She finally stood up and took one last look around the church. She would come back, she would be better.
As she left, she noticed a picture of a lion on the wall. The noble, gentle, yet fearsome face looked into her eyes. A shudden realization hit her.
Son of The Emperor beyond the sea…..