Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia belongs to the wonderful author C. S. Lewis, not me.
With furrowed eyebrows, the young lady looked up to meet the eyes of a rather handsome man. You'd think that she'd notice him as the king of Narnia instantly, but the only thing that she noticed about him were those pools of brown that stared back at her. Almost immediately, she felt her cheeks heaten in a blush. However, this sweet moment was short-lived when she heard her name stumble out of his lips.
"Susan?" he had asked her, but she didn't know how exactly how to reply.
Susan sat there in surprised daze for a moment, rather confused as to why and how he knew her name. Of course she had known that she would find him entering the library every morning a few minutes after she had, but for him to know her name like that was unexpected for her. Especially in the way he had said it; it was as if he had known her for a long time.
Studying his face for another moment, Susan did notice a sort of familiarity in his features and even in his soft, accented voice. Although she really wanted to admit that she had known him, Susan couldn't. It had been like this for the past month. Everyone that she saw who walked along the cobblestoned streets seemed as if she should have known them, everyone but her three siblings that is because Susan already knew them. However, other than the previous month, Susan and her siblings knew nothing about their pasts. It was as if their memories just went up in flames. It's been eating Susan up from the inside in all truth.
Realizing that she was staring, Susan immediately broke her gaze to look at something else other than him. For a split moment, Susan thought about asking him as to how he knew her name, but a small voice of doubt held her back. For some reason, this hesitation caused Susan to recall about Aslan's warning when she and her siblings first got to Narnia.
Waking from a seemingly never-ending slumber, Susan's eyes fluttered open. The moment her eyes opened however, she squinted them slightly in order to get used to the blinding sunlight. As she sat up, Susan jumped slightly in surprise to find her siblings speaking with a large lion. Her first instinct was of course to yell, but her siblings seemed comforted by his presence. Susan also thought that it was the light from the sun that had caused her to squint, but instead she realized that the bright light was emitting from the lion.
Just as she was about to speak, the lion turned directly to her. Oddly enough, the moment her eyes connected with his, Susan felt comfort wash over her.
"Susan," his strong voice spoke her name softly as she stood up. "Welcome, my daughter."
Furrowing her eyebrows, Susan stood and studied her surroundings. She was on a sandy island, one that seemed to be in the middle of a never-ending ocean.
"Where exactly am I?" she asked, walking over to her younger sister, Lucy, who was smiling brightly. The younger Pevensie had a small glint in her eyes as if she knew something that everyone else didn't. Lucy tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear before continuing to comb her hand through the lion's thick mane. "And why don't I remember anything? But more importantly, who are you and how can you speak?"
"For now, the only reason I can tell you why you don't have your memory, is because Narnia is in need of you," the Lion spoke, "As for who I am; my name is Aslan."
Susan simply frowned slightly. "Narnia? You mean this," –she motioned to the very sand they stood on– "is Narnia?"
The Great Lion chuckled. "No, dear one," Aslan said. "Narnia is a country far from were we stand now. I will send you there but for now," Aslan paused turning to the girl, "I must speak with you, Lucy."
She simply smiled in response as she walked with Aslan to the other side of the small island. Turning her head, she gave her siblings a sideways glance making sure they were fine. As she walked, Lucy just wondered why only she had memory of their past, even if it was just a bit. When the the two had finally stopped walking, Aslan turned to Lucy with a serious expression.
"Is it about why I am the only one with even just a little memory?" Lucy asked, eager to break the short silence.
"Yes," Aslan said, "But before we go on, tell me what you remember, Lucy."
"Well," Lucy began staring out to the vast ocean, "All I know is that we've been in Narnia before, but we were leaving. Susan was saying goodbye to this boy, and just as she was about to leave, Susan turned back and kissed him. But I also remember people, fauns, centaurs, and minotaurs gathered in a crowd in what looked like a courtyard behind Susan and the boy. That's pretty much it, but I'm glad I know at least something."
Another short silence followed, but Aslan broke it. "That is good, Lucy," he said, "That boy is named Caspian. I mean for him to see your sister again, but not until the time is right. He is one of the few people to help return your memories."
"But why only me?" Lucy asked. "Why only do I have the memories? Couldn't they know too?"
"Because none of you are supposed to be in Narnia again," Aslan replied. "You've all had your time in this world to learn things. However, because now that you know nothing of this world, you are all free to return. But also, because you are the right person for this task. Lucy, you are special, a person who can be trusted with this. Your sister will hesitate in wanting to get to know Caspian at first, but I need you to help her. I also need you to help Caspian. Another person will help you about him, though. Will you do it for me?"
Sighing, Lucy turned to the lion with an unsure look, but once their eyes met, Lucy gave up. "Alright," she answered quietly. "I'll do it."
"Thank you," Aslan said, "Now, come. I must send you four off to Narnia." With those words, Aslan then padded over to the other three Pevensies. Oddly enough, although his steps were powerful, as Lucy followed the Great Lion she noticed that he made no paw prints on the sand, yet her shoes easily made marks.
"Because our time on this small island is nearly ending, I must send the four of you to Narnia now," Aslan said mainly to the older ones, "You shouldn't fret about your memories, because you will meet some specific people who will help you regain your memories. However, it shall be a difficult task. You all need to be careful; make sure you choose the right people to help you."
Aslan gazed at the older three Pevensies. Peter seemed to be deep in thought, as if he were in a battlefield thinking of how he was going to attack. Or in this case, answer the lion. Susan seemed rather confused, but you could just see the gears turning in her head. She was figuring out how all of this was possible, unlike her older brother who was figuring out something else. Edmund, however, seemed to still be in shock, but he then had breathed in deeply and looked straight at Aslan.
Edmund, who had been rather quiet the entire time, finally spoke up, taking a step closer to the lion. "But how will we know that they're the right ones to help us?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
Aslan looked at him with a soft smile. "You'll know, Son of Adam. You'll know," he said. "I will send all four of you to a small cottage in the Narnian town; that is where you are to stay while you try to find out more about your memories."
"Will I see you again?" Lucy asked eagerly with a smile. Susan noticed that Lucy's look had no doubt in them that all of this was real.
"Of course," Aslan replied although his voice sounded faint. The four Pevensies found their surroundings seem to dissolve and turn into a completely different scene. Just as the sand on the beach was almost entirely faded, the siblings heard the lion's voice once more. "I always will be watching over you."
Suddenly, the scenery of the beach was gone and replaced by a quaint village with people walking around. Abruptly, Lucy turned around, and sure enough, a small cottage stood behind them. It was nothing grand, but it did have two floors. The roof was made out of dry wood and the walls out of different kinds of grey rocks.
"Welcome home," she said quietly to her siblings. Peter just stared at her for a little bit, but Lucy just shrugged and dashed inside their home.
Still looking at the rather handsome man in front of her, Susan couldn't help but think of the possibilities that he might be able to help, but a small voice of doubt in the back of her head held Susan back.
Breaking her gaze, Susan stood up quickly and took her books. Gliding her hand over her skirt, she stood tall as she apologized yet another time.
"Sorry for bumping into you," she said, trying to avoid any eye contact with him. Susan noticed that he was about to say something, but she didn't give him a chance as she turned on her heel and walked briskly out of the library, leaving Caspian disappointed and somewhat hart-broken.
Making sure that she didn't turn back, Susan made a bee line straight to the small cottage that Aslan had given them as a home. There, she saw her two brothers fighting with the swords that they had found in their rooms. Susan rolled her eyes at them; she never could understand why boys were always so interested with weapons. However, Susan did enjoy the bow and arrows she had found in her room.
"Good morning, Susan," Peter called, not daring to lose to his younger brother. His blue eyes seemed icy as they concentrated on the mock battle.
"Morning, Peter," she replied, opening the front door of the cottage.
"Find anything interesting in the library today, Su?" Edmund asked. He, too, wasn't taking his concentration off of his attacks.
Susan stiffened slightly but not enough so that it was visible. "Yes, in fact, I did," she muttered quietly. She wasn't even sure if her brothers had heard, but she didn't stay to find out. Stepping into the quaint little building, Susan then closed the door behind her.
"Susan!" Lucy exclaimed bounding down the sodden steps. "How was the trip to the library?" she asked eagerly. For the past week, she had been like this, but almost every time she had asked Susan would reply by saying, "It was fine." But not this time.
"…Interesting," she replied after a short silence.
Lucy's eyes seemed to brighten even more, but she tried her best to hide it. "Really?" she asked sitting on one of the small chairs, evidently interested, "What made it interesting this time?"
Susan sighed and sat on a chair across from Lucy. "There was this man," Susan began putting her books on the table, "And I accidentally bumped into him, causing my books to drop. When he helped me to pick them up, though, he said my name… Which I found rather queer."
Lucy scooted her chair closer to Susan. "By any chance you happened to catch his name?" she asked. "And what did he look like?"
Susan raised her eyebrow at her sister but answered her questions anyway. "No, I didn't get his name, but he was definitely very handsome," she began somewhat in a trance, "He had this long brown hair that you'd just want to touch, tan skin that seemed to be flawless, and his dark brown eyes that would just make you melt." Susan hadn't noticed this herself, but by the time she had finished her eyes had a dreamy gaze in them as she caressed the books' cover.
Lucy simply giggled. This man Susan was describing simply had to be Caspian. Her sister's description was all she needed for proof on that fact. Standing up, she smiled brightly at her older sister.
"Don't worry, Susan," she said, "I'm sure you'll see him again. Trust me."
Not waiting for a response from her sister, Lucy ran up the stairs and dashed into her room. Wiping her hands on the skirt of her dress, Lucy walked over to her bed. Taking the pillow, Lucy grabbed her dagger under it which she had been hiding from her siblings.
"I guess it's time," Lucy muttered to herself unsheathing the dagger. On the base of the red leather hilt was Aslan's head in gold. Caressing the golden lion's mane with her finger, Lucy sighed. "I guess I should figure out how to find Caspian now, shouldn't I?"
AN: Hey, Everyone! First of all… THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER! Even if she doesn't really read my FF, its her birthday today! xD Secondly… In my opinion, I think this chapter was too much in a rush so it's not my best =_= but meh. ANYWAY, thirdly… Thank you sooo much for the reviews! I didn't really think about them for the past few days so when I opened up my e-mail last night, I was all like, "O_O ohmigoodnesssomanyreviews! *writes new chappie*" So yeah… Anyway, review replies!
GryffinLord: First and foremost, love your name xD Phoenixes and Gryffins FTW! xD But anyhow, thank you so much for reviewing. I'm glad you loved it! And I hope this chapter answer your question ^_^
Banzi: I'm glad you liked it! ^_^ I honestly got this idea when I was completely bored out of my mind. I was thinking about FanFiction when the idea of the Pevensies returnig without memories hit me… So yeah!
Sar: Yup, like I told Banzi the idea just came to me randomly. ^_^ And don't worry, all of them will be included a lot in this story.
Sexy Seren: Done and done xD
AnnabethBloom: xD I love your name, but thank you so much! ^_^' Those words just made my day! I'm not kidding I was all, "AAAAWWWW THANK YOU!" out loud xD And of course I don't want you to die! Dying isn't good xD
Princess of Narnia 1192: Alright! I will! Don't worry, there'll be lots of chappies! ^_^
Obsessedchick15: ohmygoodness, OBSESSED! mah sista from anotha mista xD I figured you'd be crying xD but yeah, cerulean was the only typo I missed while editing xD Glad ya liked it! ^_^ xD and I just did update! lololol don't start the "I love you more" contest. xD cuzyaknowilurveyewmore xD
Alrighty! So that's pretty much it, so now… Imma go sing Happy Birthday to my mom for the umpteenth time xD and it's only 2:30 in the afternoon for me.
Till Next Time!
~Red
