A/N: Well I'm back with the Third Installment. I also want to say that I am taking 19 credits this semester, and so I'm super busy all the time. So this is short and kind of not really anything except to say that The Gentle is officially In Progress and I haven't forgotten about Susan. More notes at the end. Thanks all. Hope you had a nice summer.
When Susan Pevensie was eleven years old she stepped into a wardrobe and came out on the other side a queen. She was a lot of things back then –stubborn and practical most of all. She liked to think herself grown-up, smart and realistic, but her brothers found her to be a bossy know-it-all, and her sister thought her dull. They all loved her of course (even Edmund, though he never would have admitted it), but not a single one of them would have called her "gentle," except perhaps her mother, who saw how beautiful and kind Susan was. She certainly was gentle before she went of Narnia, and she certainly was after –long after she left and it became a sad and distant memory, long after her family passed on and to even think on the rushing waters and rolling hills of her youth broke her heart. Susan never thought herself gentle, but every moment of her life, she tried to be.
A/N2: The Gentle will probably be in three (maybe four) additional parts, and probably an epilogue, but it's going to be a lot different than Edmund and Peter's. I'm excited about the form and some of the things I'm going to explore with Susan, and when I finish maybe I'll tell you why I'm doing it the way I am, but for now, here is the Prologue, and maybe in three or four weeks you'll get a sense of what I'm actually talking about.