Me: Uh… for some odd reason this just popped in my head when I read time travel fic. It reminded me of a book, and then… I got this idea so… I'm using it. Now then on to Cassie who's going to tell you something you'll need to know.

Cassie: An anomaly is a person who is tied down to their timeline. While most people can't see beyond the walls of a box an anomaly can see everything.

Me: That makes no sense, but that's close to what Ellimist says about them.

Cassie: Yeah, my memory is dim.

Me: That's alright.

Drode: FREAK!

Me: Well that wasn't kind. What are you even doing here? This is Chronicles of Narnia.

Drode: I know. I just really like CoN. My favorite character is Miraz! I shed a tear when he died. :.(

Me: … I DON'T OWN CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, OR THAT FINE YOUNG LADY UP THERE. Luckily I don't own Drode. The little prune.

Drode: Jerk.

Me: This is a Golden Age time zone.

Susan's POV

I paced in the courtyard, every-so-often I glanced towards the gate. Where were my brothers, and sister? Oh how I wished Lucy hadn't gone, but people get injured during war. I sighed.

"Queen Susan?" Lady Purr the calico cat asked. "What furrows your brow?" I sighed.

"I worry for my brothers, and sister. Shouldn't they have come home by now?"

"I do not know, your magisty." Lady Purr answered. "But…" the words Lady Purr disappeared as she stared ahead. I looked over to see where she was looking. I smiled. They were home! I glanced at the warriors. They looked tired, and alive. So alive. Where were my siblings? My smile turned into a frown, as I searched for the unicorn Peter rode. I saw him, but… he back was bare. No rider to be seen! My eyes widened. Peter! What if he were… once I saw that Bellatrix (the spotted mare that my sister rode) was also bare, my heart stopped beating for a second. Before starting again. I glanced at the other horses. Maybe they weren't riding, but walking.

And that's when I saw them. Lucy wasn't walking, she was running. Her eyes wide with fear, as she advanced towards me. Her cordial clutched in her hand.

"Susan!" she cried. "Oh, Susan!" she flew into my arm, sobs escaping her. "Susan" she shocked out. "Edmund, he's dreadfully sick, and my cordial didn't help!" I knelt down, and looked my sister in the eyes.

"Where is he?" I asked. "Is Peter with him?" Lucy nodded.

"Phillip wouldn't let Edmund ride on the unicorn, so Peter's riding Phillip, holding Edmund so he won't fall." I nodded.

"We must get him in Cair Paraveil. He'll need rest." Lucy nodded, and I looked to the warriors, and spotted Phillip. I looked at the two riders. Peter was looking down, one hand clutching the reins of Phillip, and the other wrapped around Edmund. He looked worried, frightened. Then I looked at my brother.

He was paler than he should have been. His eyes were closed, and his dark hair look stringy. His cheeks were flushed a bright red. That was all I could see. Though I knew it must be worse. I ran towards Phillip, with my skirts hitched up. Peter looked at me sadly as I neared.

"It's really bad Susan." He whispered. I nodded, gulping a little as I saw my little brother's strained breathing.

"We must get him to his room. And we need a healer." I turned to Lucy who had followed me. "Go get a healer." I told her.

La, la lalalala sing a happy song. La, la lalalala smurfing all day long.

The healer turned to look at us, a grave look on his face. "I'm afraid" he said. "That King Edmund has Narilimium." Peter, Lucy, and I glanced at each other, before looking back at him. With blank expressions. The healer sighed, and fidgeted on his goat legs.

"Narilimium is a Narnian disease that can be given to a person when a non-talking rat bites them. It is not contagious, but it" he glanced at the monarchs, before continuing. "It is fatal." It felt like time had stopped at that moment. I glanced at my little brother, as he took a huge staggered breath.

"Is there any way to cure it?" Lucy asked softly as she glanced at Edmund. The healer nodded, but he looked grave.

"There are two known survivors, one a prince, and one a queen. But no one knows how they lived."

"Thank you" Peter whispered. "You may leave." The healer bowed to us, before scurrying off. We all looked over at our little brother. I felt tears running down my cheeks. I looked at my siblings. Peter sighed, before seating himself on Edmund's bed. Edmund's eyes flickered open to show pained brown eyes.

"Pe'er?" Edmund whispered with a soft broken voice. Peter chocked back a sob as he reached over, and took one of Edmund's pale hand. A hand that was shaking, in fact every part of Edmund was shaking. "Wha's wron?" Peter looked at Edmund with a pained filled expression.

"N…" he sighed. "You're sick, Ed." He whispered. "And you might not, ever get better." I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'll be in my chambers." I said before standing, and hurrying out of the room as more tears ran down my face freely.

Dun, dun, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuun!

"I, I wish we never came here!" I screamed to the setting sun. "I wish that Lucy would had found a different hiding space! I wish… I wish… I wish…"

"Susan." I jumped, and looked over.

"A, Aslan?" I whispered staring at the great lion. He stared at me sadly.

"Do you really wish that?"

"Yes" I whispered.

"Then let it be done."

CLIFFHANGER MWAHAHAHAHA! WHAT'S A FIRE AND WHY DOES IT, WHAT'S THE WORD? BURN?! Sorry listening to Disney songs. (shrugs) WE CAN BE THE KINGS AND QUEENS OF ANYTHING IF WE BELIEVE! I like that song. What is it called? (shrugs once again) Hey want to hear a song?

I LIKE STOPPING TIME, TIME, TIME. TO DO MY EVIL DEEDS, DEEDS, DEEDS, I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHY, WHY, WHY. EXCEPT FOR ONE THING, THING, THING. I'M KRONOS AND YOU KNOW IT!

Hey want to here something funny? I meant to write: The healer sighed, and fidgeted on his goat legs. But instead I accidently wrote: The healer died, and fidgeted on his goat legs. HAHAHAHAHA! What's wrong with me?