A/N Hey guys! I know that I've been working on my other Narnia story, but I wanted to take a little break from it for a while! So I started off doing this one shot, which has now evolved into a two shot. It might go to a three shot but I don't know yet! It's just a little story about Susan Pevensie after her family was killed in the train accident. I hope you like it.
So here it is, Two choices, Two paths and Two destinies
It was a bleak day at the funeral. The rain came down as a mist, making it wet and foggy. It was in the afternoon and still no sun had been seen. There was a young girl standing in front of the five coffins, leaving a small bouquet of flowers on top of each one. There was a small crowd that gathered, and the service started. As each coffin was laid into the ground, the young girl came closer and closer to the brink of tears.
That girl was known as Susan Pevensie: the last one remaining. Her parents and her siblings recently died in a tragic train accident, leaving Susan devastated.
"I mustn't cry, I mustn't cry, I mustn't cry…," she kept telling herself, "they would be useless to them anyway. They're in a different place now." Through the fog, a lion roared. Susan whirled around expecting a familiar, friendly face. But there was nothing there.
She kidded herself, and her parents where lowered into the ground. She thought of all they had done for her, and then she felt so selfish for what she had become in the last few months. She had taken them for granted, and was now feeling ashamed and guilty.
When Lucy's coffin was finally lowered into the ground, a small tear fell from her eyes.
Lucy. The one who smiled no matter what. The once small, immature, ball of energy and hope had grown up into a beautiful young woman. She was her best friend, the only one that didn't expect her to go out of her comfort zone and go to parties and wear huge amounts of make up. The one whop went out of her way to make others happy. She was one of those people who you couldn't help but like. People loved her with being only ten seconds of being around her. She was the sibling she felt closest to.
The next one was Edmund. Another tear escaped.
Edmund. The one who had a difficult time when the war started. He was envious of his older brother because everybody liked Peter more than him. He often referred to him as 'Saint Peter.'
Susan remembered the first time she heard him say that. A tiny smile found its way to her lips.
He was also the brother that could be more fun sometimes. Peter would often go away after a while because of university, and Ed would be our comical relief. Ed was the more serious one at times as well, but he always had a point behind his argument. Overall, Ed was the younger brother: the serious, bitter but mature and loyal brother.
Peter was the last to be placed in the ground. Once again, a tear fell. She was close to breaking point.
Peter. The kind, sweet older brother. He had been left so much responsibility back in the war because Dad had gone to fight. He was often serious, but not as serious as Edmund. He was able to make you laugh a lot, but recently, because of university, he had grown more distant and spent a lot of time in his room, studying.
But what could she say? She was the one who was almost never home, and she now hated herself for it.
Peter was an amazing person, no doubt about it. He was the one who kept them safe during the Battle of Beruna in… in….
How come the name of this place became so hard for her to say or think? She hadn't kept the faith in it, and thought it was imaginary, but it was, wasn't it? She didn't think it was fair that the others kept believing that an imaginary country would one day take them back. It was insanity! This caused a lot of fights between us, but I knew they were just being silly. They didn't seriously believe that, did they?
Peter was the one who ruled over all of them. He was the oldest, and also High King. He 'ruled' over all of them in this world and that other place.
Susan jumped as a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned around to see who it was, and she saw a kind, old familiar face. "Professor Diggory," she started, "I didn't think you would come." "Well, my dear, I mightn't be as mobile as I once was but I can still come to events such as these." He looked towards the coffins. "Dear me, how horrible for you! They were so young as well…" "He only takes the best." Susan stated.
The old Professor patted her shoulder. "Susan, would you like to come to dinner at my house tomorrow night? Just for a catch up, that's all." Susan considered this, before saying yes. How could she say no to someone who had one so much for her in the past?
"It will be good to see you Miss Pevensie." He nodded and walked away.
She looked towards the headstones once more before going back to her old house. Her real home.
She turned the radio on to the news, and the first thing she heard was;
"A lion has been seen going around the streets of London. Police are saying to stay in doors, particularly if you live in the Finchley area. They are also saying that it has not escaped from London Zoo." Susan froze. Her logical mind was telling her that this was just a coincidence, but her heart was telling her otherwise. Finally, after much debating, Susan jumped out of her seat and ran out the door onto the abandoned street. A familiar lion was walking towards her. Susan stood still as it came closer and closer. It walked past her and turned into the open door of her house.
She quickly ran back inside and into her living room where the lion was sitting. "Hello, Susan Pevensie. It has been too long has it not? Too long for you to forget Narnia?"
Susan's brain shut down for a minute after he said THE word. The word that she had feared for many years, had finally resurfaced in her mind again. "Don't be afraid, dear one. Just look at what you have feared." He lifted his velvety paws and placed his front to in Susan, one on her head, one on her heart. She started having visions of her time in Narnia.
The first time they stumbled across it, the robin that 'psst'ed the, the beavers, the tunnel and the stone figures, the fox and the frozen lake, Father Christmas and the waterfall that they had nearly drowned at, Aslan's camp, the greeting, Edmund coming back and the Witch coming to the camp, Aslan's death and resurrection, the Witch's castle and the battle, shooting the dwarf that almost killed her brother, the coronation, and the images of her fifteen year reign at Cair Paravel, the train station that the had been called back to that place from, the ruins of the castle and the secret chamber, Trumpkin and the bear, Caspian and the night raid, the battle and the river god, Caspian's coronation and going home. They flashed before her eyes and overwhelmed her.
"I'm sorry I had to do that Susan, but you must understand. You lost your faith in Narnia, and now, your family have asked me to bring you back. But I must tell you something. The thing is, with myself appearing here to you, you have only one day to make your choice before the last portal to Narnia closes. Forever. You will have to morrow to make your preference. Then, you will make your decision: whether to go to Narnia or to stay on Earth and live. It is up to you dear one."
The great lion got up and started walking towards the door, slowly disappearing as he took each step. "Aslan!" Susan yelled. But he was already gone. "Tell them I miss them." She finished, just hoping that he heard it. She sank back in her seat and tears threatened to pour out of her eyes for the second time that day.
"So I have two choices, each leading to two different paths. One will lead to… that place and the other will keep me here. How do I decide?" she mumbled to herself.
A/N So? What do ya think? Don't worry, I'll have the next part up in a while, and if this story gets some reviews, I might update Two Kings, Two Queens and a Guardian later on! So please review! (if you want to)
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