A/N: This takes place right after Prince Caspian, when the Pevensies are finally on the train to their school. The italics are when things are being written (i.e. Susan writing in her journal, a letter sent or received, etc.) But I'm sure you would have figured that out. )

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September 8, 1941

I am crying as I write this. Peter looks at me with concern, then smiles in understanding and turns back to Edmund and Lucy.

We've been to Narnia—all four of us, once again. It was—oh, glorious! Something in the Narnian air just gets into you and—I can't describe it at all, but it sticks with you. A dreamy feeling, full of courage, and history, and dancing. And more.

I could stay in Narnia forever. Even Peter, my big brother who understands everything, can't understand this. He can feel it, in his own way, but he can't understand my feeling for Narnia, for Caspian, dear Reepicheep, the trees, the mountains, the dukes and duchesses that are no more, the ponds and lakes and rivers and Aslan. Aslan…

I will never be able to forget the time he took me, and Peter out in the lovely green forest and told us, we are never able to come back to Narnia.

"It is time to grow close to your world," he said.

But I can't grow close to this world now that I've seen Narnia. All this seems so…shallow.

I was a Queen! The gentle, lovely, sought for Queen Susan of the Southern Sun. And now I am Susan Pevensie, a schoolgirl of fourteen, on a train to school. No longer a Queen.

Soon this will all be just a fond memory from my childhood, something of long ago. The sooner I can come to terms with that the better. But the sky seems thinner here.