Dear Lucy,

I had a dream just the other night of a world from far away. IT felt familiar somehow though I can't say how…. I visited the old Professor's house the other day and though it's now under different management nearly nothing has changed since that summer we spent there. Do you remember that summer Lucy? I found myself wandering the hallways, just trying to remember everything of those days when I came across on old rickety wardrobe that yet again seemed familiar to me though it took me a moment to remember. It was the old wardrobe we used to play in Lucy, the one in which we made up worlds that didn't exist, remember? Mind you, I felt the strangest surge of sadness when I looked upon the wardrobe as though there was something I had forgotten. I'm sorry for whatever it was, I wish I could remember now Lucy…. My dream, you ask? Well it was the queerest thing, I dreamt of a time of castles and pirate ships where a great horde of animals spoke comfortably with three humans as if they were equals. The three seemed so familiar and happy but at the same time they looked old and as if they were missing something. They sat upon three thrones while a third stood empty. I then looked about the room and saw other thrones and other animals and I saw creatures of old legend too! There were centaurs and Minotaur and oh Lucy! There was the most beautiful creature! A great Lion stood quietly in the room and it seemed to look right at me and it seemed almost sad as it gave me the slightest of nods. Then I remembered everything. Everything everything. I remembered Narnia, not just as the place we created but as a place we knew and lived and loved. Its been over thirty years since the last time ive seen you Lucy, and the others too, Edmund, Peter, Eustace and Uncle Digory and Aunt Polly. That day you went to the train station, im not sure you know but that day the door to this world was sealed to you forever when the train you were waiting for derailed and took you all from me. I heard it once said that you believe when you are a child and don't know better, you cease beleiveing when you grow up and learn otherwise, and you believe again when you're old when you wish for anything other than the truth. Oh Lucy! How could I have forgotten? How couold I have been so blind? How could I ever forget Narnia? The three upon the throne I saw were you and our borhters, I know this now though that night I did not. Aslan nodded at me, and was sad because of me just as the three of you looked to be missing something was also me. I remember now the great world of Narnia and the adventures we had there, I remember the wars and the time that we spent there together before our return. I remember Caspian though for the longest time I had not. IF ever you happen to see him again, tell him I am sorry I did not come to his call as I had once said I would. My hope is, Little Lucy, is to be able to join all of you in Narnia when I too have the gates closed forever from this world. I long for a day when I can once again be reunited with you all.

Remembering Narnia,

Your Sister, Susan

Susan sighed and rose with a groan as her aching joints protested at her movements. She stood staring down at the gray slab of granite that marked where her sister laid eilently in an eternal sleep. On either side of the stone were the markers of her brothers, Edmund and Peter and further were the graves of Eustace and Diggory and Polly.

She sighed again and stepped away from where she had placed the carefully folded letter and smiled sadly as she took in the graves.

Upon Lucy's grave was a carving of little fantasy creatures; fauns, centaurs, unicorns, fairies, dryads the like with the inscription "Dreaming eternal in a world of endless peace." Susan had nearly forgotten how everyone had been so convinced that Lucy had simply made up a world to escape the horror of war and the world after.

Upon Edmunds grave was a balancing scale carved into the granite with an inscription that said, "Peace brother, for where you go there will be no conflicts to balance and no wars to be fought and peace will find you there." She remembered now the White Witch and the stuggle he had made to be free of her influence nad how after, people in their world had been amazed at how he had returned, clear headed and thinking of others before himself. He had become the peacemaker of the family before they had realized and so had stayed that way.

On Peter's there was a sword and a crown and the words, "Join them now, at Heavens Gates. The Angels who fight in God's grace." Susan began to cry and fell once more to her knees and wept for what had been lost. The world had needed their souls, so innocent and free even as they grew.

"Susan." Susan, still weeping, slowly raised her head in shame to the voice she knew belonged to the one who she had betrayed by forgetting.

"Young Susan, why do you weep for the ones you know still live?" Aslan asked quietly of the eldest of the sisters.

Susan's body was wracked with sobs as she looked upon the great glowing lion, "Oh Aslan! What have I done? How could I have forgotten? All the days I spent with them all, how coul I have said it had all been fantasy when I myself had once lived the same fantasy as they?"

Susan looked down at her hands, wringing anxiously in her lap, "Have I lost my chance to return to that bright land and live by their sides once again? Have I so completely failed Narnia Aslan?"

She felt a great yet gentle weight upon her shoulder as Aslan placed his great paw upon her shoulder comfortingly, "Quiet child, you have not failed Narnia. You are still one of the queens of Narnia as you have always been. You only forgot of your home because you allowed your heart to be clouded by this world's darkness."

Susan once again looked up to the great lion but this time her gaze held a hope that had not been seen in her eyes since her last vivit to the beautiful lands of Narnia, "Alsan?"

Aslan's eyes told her he knew what she wished to ask but yet urged her still to ask, "May I return to Narnia to meet again with the people of Narnia? May I see my brothers and my sister once more?"

Aslan stared into her eyes with a still gaze that told her nothing until he spoke, "What you ask, my child, is that I close the gate to this world from you as I had with the others. I will give you two choices, the first is for you to go to your home and lay upon your bed and dream of Narnia until your dream are no longer dreams but reality. The second of your choices is to take up that letter which you have written and take hold of my mane for us to leave at once."

Susan looked to her side at the letter atop her sister's grave then back to Aslan, "If I went home… how long would I have to wait to join you in Narnia?"

Aslan seemed to smile at her though in truth she could not tell, "You would not dream of Narnia until your eyes were old and you face bore the weight of all your years in this world and your limbs felt heavy with the adventures of your younger years."

Susan looked once more to her hands in her lap, "I would die of old age then?"

She didn't need to see the gentle nod of his head. She reached to her side and took hold of the letter and then, with an ease she hadn't known for years, she stood and reached for the great lion's mane, "I cannot wait for a day when I cannot even bring myself to rise from my bed and all I have left in the world are dreams of a world I once thought was lost to join my family once more."

Aslan seemed to beam with uncontainable joy and seeing this, Susan could not help but feel happy and light as they began to walk side by side though the lanes of the quiet graveyard.

They talked quietly, Aslan seemed to be comforting her and distracting her from her fear she felt as she realized with a sudden clarity that she had just decided to die and join her family in Narnia. He told her of the accomplishments of her brothers and the many suiters her sister had and then, at last Susan began to see the land around her begin to change as though in a dream.

It was the longest it had ever taken her to reach Narnia and it was perhaps because this time she was truly leaving everything behind her. The graveyard ended behind her and she knew that if she had looked behind her it would not be there any longer but she also knew that she could not look for she had a feeling that if she did she would return to where she had been without Aslan.

And then all at once, along with a blinding light, she was alone and facing a bridge in a garden that before, on her second trip to Narnia, she'd have given anything to see again.

She was home.