Forget? Never

by Rose Of Narnia

What was Susan thinking about after her family died? What was Peter and Edmund's final conversation? Who did Lucy see? Small chapters full of longing.

July 27, 1949.

A horrible day.

A day when the three most important people in my life disappeared. I tried to get them back, but it was useless. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

What was I thinking? No- what were they thinking, trying to help that place? I just thought it was a joke, or a silly little game. But now, now I see what they meant.

Aslan. Aslan, why did you take them from me? They were the only people that I had to lean on in this world. Whether they realized it or not, I loved them.

Peter. You were my rock. You put all of our hardships squarely on your shoulders. You blamed yourself for everything I did wrong. Protector, rock, brave, Magnificent, there are so many things to describe you.

Edmund. You were my little brother. Although, towards the end of your life, you did not seem so little any more. Even though you were bad and naughty, you changed for us, Aslan and Narnia. Your would be able to make me laugh, and break me out of my quiet shell. Understanding, humorous, fair, Just, will I ever see you again?

Lucy. You were my angel. Smart and kind, you always loved us. You kept the family together through the most trying times. You always inspired me to be a better sister. Forgiving, compassionate, angel, Valiant, can I hold you in my arms again?

Forget? Never. When I had to identify their bodies, it tortured me. Forgotten memories, flooding to the surface. But, through the pain, they almost looked better. Like they were in a place where nothing bad or sorrowful ever happens. Lucy had a faint smile on her face. Her eyelashes were so beautiful as they rested on her cold cheeks. Edmund looked very contented with himself. Even after everything that he had been through, he never truly seemed satisfied. Peter looked alright. Like he was asleep, and probably having the greatest dreams of his young life.

I will never forget them. Maybe what they all were saying is true. Maybe Narnia is more than just an old forgotten game. Only time will tell. But all that is in my mind now, is what happened on that horrible July 27.