Finale, or Whence Does Death Come To the Last Pevensie Sibling
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Susan stared at the letter. She felt tears approach her eyes but she batted them back. How dare they! What did they think, taking advantage of her like that! She realised she had water streaming down her face, ruining her make-up. She took her makeup remover off her dressing table and removed it fully.
For the first time in many years, she felt...
Pure.
This was what Narnia was about. Narnia? What was that about? Oh yes, that little make-believe game Lu always used to talk about. Except was it so make-believe? Lu truly believed in it, and so did Ed and Peter and Eustace and that Jill girl and Professor Kirke...
And Susan.
The memories rushed back in an unfiltered fashion. The letter did say they hadn't found the bodies. Of course! They were in Narnia! All of them. But, Narnian time flowed differently. For it to have been so long, they must have stayed at least a hundred years.
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Susan was old now. Her first marriage ended in a daughter neither of them wanted and a divorce. Her second marriage was more fulfilling. It was to the best man you could ask for. He was perfect. Of course, he was a little stubborn at times and misshapen but he was only human.
She had long outgrown nylons and lipsticks and invitations. She stared at herself in the mirror and saw a figure behind her. She looked like one of those goths, Susan believed they were called.
"What are you-oh." Said Susan, suddenly understanding her own mortality. "You're Death."
"One of a set of two. The other one doesn't come to Roundworld often, but oh what am I talking about." She smiled at Susan and took her hand. "It's okay, we all have to move on, it's okay." She kept saying encouraging things, but to Susan they soon dulled to background chatter. Would she meet Lucy, Edmund and Peter. They'd be so surprised to see her. She didn't even remember what they looked like.
Lucy had brown hair she thought. Oh, what is the point of this?
"Now where do you want to go? There's the conventional choices, but I think you'd do best in Aslan's Country-"
"Yes. I will." As she entered it, she slowly morphed back to the way she was when she first went into Narnia. Her wrinkles smoothened and her hair went back many shades of grey and brown before settling on her old chestnut brown.
There Lu, Ed, Peter, Jill, Eustace and two other people looked expectantly at her. "Su!" They burst out.
"I'm Digory Kirke. Remember me?" The boy she had not recognised said.
"Professor Kirke!"
" Just Digory, please." Pro- no, Digory said with a twinkle in his eye.
"And I'm Polly." Said the other, smiling. Susan instinctively trusted her.
That was it.
Susan was home.
But what of her husband, aged Quasimodo the Parisian?
He soon came to Aslan's Country and they all lived quaintly and happily ever after.
Just like a fairytale.
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A/N: Ok, first a little oneshot to whet your appetites. See what you think.
