This is my first Narnia story. Hopefully you will like it and Review!

Note: The ages are based off of descriptions and appearences in the book series (mainly Last Battle), so they are approx.

Disclaimer: Narnia, her charcters, names, places, and everything connected with her are solely the work of C.S. Lewis. No credit is mine.

Special Thanks to WriterFreak101 for helping me out with starting this story!

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Prologue: The Valediction

"Susan, come here quick!" a voice yelled across the bustling room, but Susan had her hand clasped by a young man who was about to ask her to dance with him. She was at an informal social, organized by herself and her friends. The room was so overpowered by voices and the noise of the piano, that Susan hadn't heard the voice. She was staring intently at the blue eyes that stood above her. Just as the man's lips parted to say something, the same scream rang, this time above above the commotion.

"Susan! This is no time to dance!" her dear friend, Christine, now stood near her, a terror filled look in her eyes. The young man, named John, quickly released Susan's hand, also looking toward Christine. The music and voices had ceased.

"What is it?" Susan whispered through her teeth, embarrassed in front of everyone. Although she could feel the tension of Christines eyes on her.

"Come here," Christine ordered, her voice seemed to crack. Susan relunctently drew her gloved hand away from John, she turned her face from him and look toward Christine, who was advancing to the parler. She followed her uncertain of what to expect, they both entered the room. She heard the music and conversations slowly begin again as she sat on the burgandy couch, directly in front of a radio set. She heard a crackling voice through the radio.

Earlier today a horrible tragedy has occurred, in Bristol the trains have crashed and passengers, as well as bystanders have been killed, the voice trailed off.

She remembered her parents telling her they were going on a trip to Bristol, on that train. There's still hope, not everyone can die in a wreck, even one as bad as that. Her eyes began to well with tears of fear.

The voice continued, Horrifically though only two survivors have been found thus far.

Two survivors, PLEASE LET IT BE MOTHER AND FATHER! She silently prayed, her foggy eyes downcast, her ears intent.

The two survivors are Mr. and Mrs. Joseph. It then went off to recap everything about the circumstance. Susan's head fell into her gloved hands, her tears fell freely down her face. Soft piano music played in the background, she could find no comfort, her body shook with every breath she was allowed. The tears kept flowing down her now flushed face. She pushed away the loose hair from her sticky face as she raised head from her wet hands the tears still running down her face, remembering her brothers and sister.

Mother and Father are gone now, but Peter and I now have a responsibility to take care of our siblings, escpecially Lucy, no matter what. She stood, her rosy face and red eyes held proof of her weeping. She brushed away the tears that were still streaking her cheeks. Her legs were shaking, and she felt a bit lightheaded. She walked out into the loud music and disscussion with Christine at her side, almost at once all attention was diverted to them. She covered her face, and walked to the door.

"Susan should I go with you," Christine politely asked, she was a family friend and felt as if they were sisters.

"N-N-No, I th-th-think I should go by m-m-yself, P-p-peter, Edmund and Lucy will j-j-ust want to be t-t-together as a f-family," she stuttered as she grabbed her coat and hat from the rack, on the left side of the door. She then continued,"Besides you have a social to tend to," she tried to smile the muscles in her mouth unable to, as she was still in grief.

"Alright," Christine began as she opened the door," Just be safe, I hope you will all be fine." She gave a reassuring smile while Susan walked out of the house. The cool air struck her face and the dampness of it made it even more cold. She looked back, the door had closed, but she could still hear the lighthearted music playing inside.

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Susan was still walking along the sidewalk, when she saw the trainstation. Maybe I can go find my siblings later, so I can identify my parents. She changed her course now towards the station. As she got closer and closer she heard voices wailing, moaning, and screaming over those they had lost. Multiple policemen stood watch seeing that no one would pass into the station. When she finally saw the horror of it she was devastated.

Then somehow she caught a glimpse of a face, That looks awfully like Peter, she thought to herself. The she saw two others, Edmund and Lucy. She then became frantic screaming as the others were. Screeching almost.

"Those are my siblings!" tears were now pouring down her once tear stained face. She looked at a policeman, "PLEASE LET ME THROUGH," her eyes widened "You have to I am the only Pevensie left." she fell to the ground trembling with each new tear. This was beyond anything she could endure. He stooped down and picked up her by her arms, she was limp and still shuddering.

"Madame, I will let you go in there but please don't cry like that. It 'urts a man to see a lady cry as you 'ave," she looked into his eyes and saw he was sincere. She could only nod her head, her voice couldn't work. She ran toward her siblings bodies, motionless. As she studied each she saw that they all had expressions of complete peace upon their faces. Each had a faint smile and they had their eyes closed like the were sleeping.

She then glanced at one of Peter's hands, it had a working glove on it, and it was clenched. She grabbed his hand and undid his fingers and she saw two rings, a yellow and a green one.

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Sorry if this was short, it was only a prologue though.

-Forever in Narnia

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