Because of my horrible workload, I'm trying to go back and finish my other stories, this fanfic will be review based. If I get reviews to continue, I shall…HOWEVER should I not get any this story will be canned until further notice (and by then we'll all be 80 years old).
So the moral of the story is: REVIEW PLEASE
Think of this as a teaser trailer! Thanks everyone!
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Seasons, like people, change without warning. You know it will happen…everybody does. But secretly you push it to the back of your mind, hoping this last beautiful spring will never bend to the iron will of the winter snows. But it always does.
I tried my hardest to fight it. I dug my fingers in far deeper than Peter ever did and never quite let go. I hated Aslan with all my heart. I hated Narnia and, eventually, my siblings, for never letting go of their childish desires. It was time they grew up and moved on with life.
And in the end, the great and powerful land of Narnia, the magnificent and wondrous Aslan who always came to save them, abandoned them to fate. They died.
I was alone. I was bitter, I was angry. It was easy to withdraw, to escape the bitter world and live in my own mind, where I could control the dangers within, where Aslan and Narnia couldn't find me, couldn't make me remember. No one understood me, no one was patient enough to bring me out of the cocoon of anguish and pain that I had willingly locked myself in.
Then I met Moira.
Susan's shoulders shuddered as she waited at the train station, the cold radiating from inside her body outwards, chilling the soft light that filtered through flaming branches. Her face was blank, her body on autopilot, moving along the boards without thinking. Only the echoing battle cry of the approaching train could break her resolve, and break it it did, smashing through the hollow dam that had kept her eyes dry for so long. There, alone, waiting for a phantom train, Susan snapped. It was a pitiful sight, the glorious Queen of Narnia reduced to sobs on a decaying country platform, devoid of all hope and broken of spirit.
She would not have broken so easily had she known she was being watched…