My brothers, beloved sister, how long must I endure without your presence? How could you go where I could not follow? That I must stay in this place, in this world without your radiance is a pain beyond bearing. What is my sentence? For no other words can express a life without you. Do not leave me in this hateful place, I beg you, but speak to Aslan on my behalf that I shall not tarry here.
Mother and Father are no comfort to me, for they do not, cannotknow me as you do. They treat me like a treasure that could break at any moment, the last of the Pevensie children, and speak of things beyond their comprehension. Their words are empty and painful to endure.
What would I give to have you beside me, to hear your voices and listen to your counsel? Is this my punishment for some unknown crime, for I have never known the Great Lion to be cruel. There must be some purpose to my torment that I, being human, cannot fathom.
Worry not, for I do take comfort in the knowledge that we shall one day be together again. Though, I must confess, it seems rather selfish of you to have taken all who could have shared my pain. Loyal friends of Narnia following their Sovereigns, unwittingly, into Aslan's Country. I miss you all.
By his grace, I shall be with you someday soon.
AN: Yes another 'Poor Susan' fic. I wanted to post something else, but it's being stubborn.