CS Lewis owns this not me
Susan was a pretty and sweet girl. Susan didn't want to be a pretty and sweet girl. Susan wanted to be a mature and beautiful young lady. To do this she carefully pinned up her hair and applied make up to her face and she forgot. She forgot about the childish foolishness that was…… that was Narnia!
Honestly! The way her siblings carried on about it! They were in the real world! Narnia was a foolish and silly game! They argued and screamed over Narnia. Then they all stormed away. Edmund and Susan in disgust. Peter and Lucy in pity that their sister could not remember.
Susan's siblings then left for a trip to the seaside. They didn't invite her. Susan didn't care.
The train derailed, all the passengers were killed.
Susan carefully put up her hair, applied make up to her face and slid on a new black dress. Everyone complimented said she was so beautiful and offered their condolences. Susan sat their and nodded her head. They were all liars. She was not beautiful she looked more dead then alive. She was a traitor.
Eventually, as all women must, she got married. His name was George Symthe. He was a good man not very bright but she cared for him in her own way. At the wedding when the church bells rang Susan could have sworn she heard a lion roar and a boy laugh.
She had a child, a daughter. The birth was long and painful. The first time she held the pink, wrinkly, tiny thing that was her baby Susan could have sworn she heard a lion roar and a young girl laugh. The girl was named Lucy Symthe.
Mr. Symthe worked all day long and sometimes into the night. His friends didn't understand his wife unlike their own was not ugly and she didn't henpeck him and screech. But she looked at him with big, sad brown eyes and seemed to be comparing him to somebody else, somebody who he could not measure up to.
When Lucy was four she could not sleep and she asked her mother to tell her a story. At first Susan went to the shelf and reached for a beautiful-princess-is-saved-by-a-prince story then she paused.
Susan sat on her daughter bed and whispered a story. A story of fauns, foxes, beavers, and wolves. Of Father Christmas, and an awful witch and endless winter. A great battle between good and evil. Of kings just and magnificent. Of queens valiant and gentle. Of a great lion. A story of Narnia.
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