My name is Carson Adams. I'm a 16 year old in England. My best friends are Peter and Susan Pevensie. Right now, I'm heading over to their house. Susan needed to see me really badly.
''Carson!'' Susan was sitting on the stairs that led up to her doorway. She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs into her bedroom. Quickly she slammed the door and locked it.
''What's wrong?''
''I'm pregnant.'' She blurted out. I expected her to smile or laugh but she was being serious.
''Oh my Susan. Who's the dad?''
''His name is Caspian.''
''Weird name.'' I muttered.
Then she started explaining all about some magical land named Narnia. She fell in love with Prince Caspian. She told me all about the White Witch and Aslan. I really did expect her to burst out laughing. But she never did. Then she continued on about how she and Peter couldn't return to Narnia anymore but Edmund and Lucy could.
''Come on Susan. There is no such thing as Narnia.'' I told her after she was finished.
''You have to believe me Carson!''
''I really want to. Believe me Susan. But the story is just too far fetched.''
Suddenly, everything changed. We weren't sitting on Susan's bed. We were sitting a snowy floor. Trees surrounded the area, snow fell gently onto the grass, and there was a huge castle in the distance.
''I believe someone has something to say to someone else.'' Susan said smiling. ''Nice dress.'' I looked down and saw the dress I was wearing. It was a dark purple, shoulder-less, and it was elbow length. Susan was wearing a light blue dress. [The one she wore when she left.]
''Who goes there?!'' A Spanish accented voice said. When we looked up we saw a man on a horse. ''Are you here for the King's wedding?''
''What wedding?'' Susan asked.
''Caspian the 10th's wedding. He's marrying the Princess Of Archenland.''