Author's Note- There is so much about Susan coping with her sibling's death out there, but never any insight as to her death. This is my explanation. All rights to C.S. Lewis. Set after the Last Battle, but goes into several previous books. Enjoy!

Susan Pevensie of 422 Birch Street, London, England was sitting in her powder room, staring at her rapidly growing face The childish luster and fat was gone, replaced with features that attracted many men- dark, intelligent eyes, a pouty mouth, and a 'cute' button nose. She had grown in other ways too, and smiled in a childish moment where she was delighted at how low she had allowed the dressmaker to make her dress. She tried to persuade herself that tonight was a special occasion- it wasn't everyday that you were attending a fancy premier party! Her courtier, Richard, was taking her to a play that was supposedly so good the Queen was even coming to attend. She smiled and thought about the rich, slightly handsome Richard that had sooo many connections in the world. After a while, they had become much attached, and now their parents were in high hopes for marriage.

Susan felt a small thrill as she remembered a time where she was arranging a marriage that she hadn't wanted.

'Susan, just look at him! His hat is so fluffy; I do believe he might drown in it!' Lucy the Valiant said to her as they peeked out of an arrow-slot in the Paravalian tower. An older Susan chuckled, staring at the Prince of Archenland swagger up to the palace. He was dressed in an embroidered robe of purple and blue and a bejeweled sword dangled at his side.

'I do believe you are correct, dear sister! Oh, this will be fun!'

'But what if his bounty is great. You know how much Narnia needs money in its treasury!'

'Oh, dear, he won't sell me to this pompous rat from Archenland! You know that…'

Then, she pushed the thought aside. That childish fantasy will mess with my head no more! She thought, but there was no way to stop the flow of memories. The maid, who had just come in to tell her that the Sir Richard was here to take her, saw a very distressed Susan sitting at her table.

"Is something amiss, milady?" she asked, for she was a simple-minded thing and did not know that a woman that grieves is not to be disturbed. Susan looked up, and restored her face to a mask she had perfected over the years. This face had won her over as the perfect escort, a woman of beauty that did exactly what she was told with only devotion to her lord on her face.

"No, Shirley." Susan smiled, but it was plastic. The real Susan had a smile that made grown men behave like animals, but that smile had been lost long ago. In a sudden wave of compassion, she looked upon the maid in a new light. "How about you take the night off, dear? I'm sure there is a 

lad out there somewhere waiting for you." Actually, Shirley honestly wasn't that beautiful, but as Susan spoke, she glowed.

"Actually, milady, there is," she said, blushing intensely.

"Then what are you waiting for? Get going, dearie!" The maid bobbed a curtsy and headed out the door. Susan swore she heard a giggle, but she thought nothing of it. She adjusted her fur cape (the latest in foreign lands!) and headed out to see her darling Richard.

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A few moments later, she was arm-in-arm with her love, and heading to the play. It would be the play to end all, she was certain. She knew he was important- maybe someday he would go to Parliament!- but for now she was perfectly content financing his apartment. After all, on nights like this, she knew she would be rewarded.

Richard, although the most boring man possibly on earth, was indeed handsome. He had a short stubble of a beard, light, sandy blonde hair not unlike her brother Peter, and crystalline green eyes. Susan's heart pinched again thinking of her brother.

Susan sat on her throne and stared out at the people watching her. She couldn't do this! She was young, too young to run a country. She felt, for the first time, truly homesick. Peter noticed her distress and leaned over to her.

'Everything alright, Su?' he asked, concern written across his face.

'Peter…I can't do this!' she said urgently. He took her hand and made her look out to the people. They looked out together.

'You can and you know it! You're a Queen now, Su, and now we will triumph. We will lead the way Parliament rules in great England. We will rule, for Aslan wills it so!'

Susan looked up at her brother. He was confident and proud. He was now, completely and undeniably, King Peter the Magnificent.

Again, the faintness! It suffocated her, made her faint and dizzy, making her lose focus on this world. Richard looked over at her, a look of befuddlement written on his face.

"Are you okay, my dear?" he asked. She shook her head and stared out the window. They had stopped in front of the playhouse.

"I'm fine! Trust me…" she said, trying to make herself sound convincing. Richard raised an eyebrow at her.



"Maybe we shouldn't go tonight, dearest. Maybe another-" Susan cut him off before he finished his sentence.

"I'm fine, really! I just need some air." She lied, through her teeth. Richard gave her another questioning look, but finally stepped out of the carriage and helped her out into the brisk air.

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After a few deep breaths and a swig of wine from Richard's flask, Susan was feeling a lot better. Still, as they settled into their seats, Susan could not shake off a feeling of dread. She had not thought of Narnia for years, ever since Aslan had banished her forever from the realm. Now, she was having memories she could not seem to shake. Easy, Susan. You're just overtired, and all you need is some sleep. With that thought, her attitude changed for the better and she snuggled close to Richard.

Soon, the play started, and she fell into a serious trance as she watched the play. It was truly a great play. When the fifth act came, however, she saw the costumes, and the dialogue change.

'Loving, loving

Full-moon loving

Under Cupid's

Golden Bow…'

The melody had changed. The players had serious dedication, and the mood was a lot more of a song than a play. Susan squinted.

"Do you notice a change, dearest?" she asked him.

"Yes… it seems that the chap playing Dmitri is different. Poor man must be sick."

Susan sighed in frustration and then turned her attention back to the play.

'Susan, isn't this simply lovely!' a voice came from her opposite side said. Susan turned- and gasped. Lucy, her Narnian sister, not the one that currently lived in Finchley. She wore her crown and a pale pink dress. She grinned, and pointed to the stage. The people had changed once again, and now there were tumblers surrounding a man and woman locked in a deep embrace.

She realized that the lighting had changed. She gasped and fingered her hair, now dark and in ringlets. She was outside, in Narnian apparel. She blinked.

'This is completely wonderful. No responsibility, no guards, just a play and the open sky.' Susan nodded in confused agreement. Suddenly, a feeling that she had never felt before struck her.



'I…I need some air, I'm afraid.' She stood; almost tripping over her now elongated limbs, and ran away, out of the area and into the sunlight.

Susan felt as if she was being ripped apart, and finally it sufficed. She looked over at Richard.

"Please, will you hail me a cab? I really must go…" she said. Richard took her hand.

"Certainly, my dear." He led her outside and hailed a cab. She stepped in quickly.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" she said, kissing his cheek.

"Love you!" he called to the back of the carriage. As she drove away, he rolled his eyes. "My, she is a strange one. Ah, well- she's rich!" Richard thought. "That's all I want."

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Susan rode in silence, with only yeses and noes to the cabby's questions. She felt so strange, she was about to fall asleep, and she was scared, for the first time in years. The only thing that interrupted her was a very large bump. The cabby gave a startled curse, and Susan looked around worriedly. Something didn't look right. Why did they stop? She stepped out of the cab and gasped. She was definitely not in London. As she gazed at the everlasting darkness, she realized she was not on Earth. Wherever she was, the air was getting warmer. The air was making strange noises, and now there was a strange tremor. She looked up and gasped. There was a ray of light poking through the darkness. A Lion was coming toward her. Narnia was coming for her, and for some reason, she was ready.

Author's Note- Puh-leeeese tell me you know what's happening! If you don't…wow. The poem in the play was my own, and I might do a ficlet with it later…I am going to write more soon, please comment, thank you and goodnight!