Over the next couple of weeks, there were a few feasts, Caspian's coronation, and Aslan calling for a gathering of the newly united peoples to happen in two weeks. The Four and I gave Caspian a lot of advice on lots of different things. We made sure it was written down somewhere so that he could later refer to it. We told Caspian he could use whatever was in the treasury at the ruins of Cair Paravel, and he immediately sent people to gather it all. That was in the first few days after the battle, so it was all at his castle (which was originally Miraz's castle) before we left. My brothers, sisters, and I went through our chests and sorted everything. Things that were special to us, things that could be given away, things that could be thrown away or reused, etc. Anything special that we didn't want anyone else to use, Caspian had placed in a vault. He also had all of our Father Christmas gifts and our crowns put in a case for all to see. He said he was going to make it a place where people could come and remember the past. Aslan had told the Pevensies and me that we could take something from our chests back to our world with us. Privately, he told me that anything I put into my backpack could come back with me, so that I could take the scrolls from my family and the jewelry Brandon had left me. Peter and Edmund took their signet rings. Susan took a charm bracelet I'd had made for her for her eighteenth birthday. Every year, her siblings and I had another charm made to add to it. Now it was completely full. Lucy chose a necklace. It had four different pendants on it, one for each of us.

While we were there, Peter, Edmund, and I had taken the opportunity to train. We didn't know when we'd get another chance to spar with each other, and so we took advantage of the time we had. One day, as I was headed inside to bathe after a particularly grueling session, I noticed a man walking into the training yard. What intrigued me was the shield he had on his arm. It was almost identical to the one Peter had received from Father Christmas when we all received those first gifts. The difference was that instead of a red lion on a silver shield, the shield this man carried had a silver lion on a dark blue background. It looked exactly like the one Peter had given me for my 19th birthday. I smiled at the sight of it. As I walked back to my room, I thought about the story Brandon had written in one of his letters to me. A few months after the Kings, Queens, and I disappeared, Brandon had gathered the kids together and told them that they could pick out one item of mine to keep and use, so that they would never forget me. Jeremy, my firstborn, chose to use my shield. He passed it down to his son, who apparently passed it down to his son, and the tradition continued. Mariah, my eldest daughter, chose my charm bracelet, filled with charms to represent my brothers, sisters, parents, husband, and children. Melody, as Mariah's tomboy twin sister, chose to use the daggers I received from Father Christmas. James, my second son, took my twin swords. Like my shield, my double blades imitated Peter's sword, except instead of red and gold, mine were blue and silver. James, like his brother, passed the swords down through his family. And Abigail, my youngest child, chose nothing. She said that she had my ring, and that was enough for her. She imitated her brothers and passed the ring down to her daughter.

One of the last things I did before we left was to write each of my siblings a letter. I wanted them to remember me, and I had some advice to give them. Each letter was personal, dealing with an issue I knew they'd deal with soon. The longest ones were to Peter and Susan, because I knew they were about to get notified that they weren't coming back. I tried my best to give them advice on how to be their Narnian selves in a world that didn't understand that. With Aslan's permission and blessing, I put the letters in the pockets of their washed uniforms. All too soon, the day of the meeting had arrived. Aslan had called for Peter and Susan after breakfast that morning. I figured he was breaking the bad news to them. I wandered around the castle, and eventually found myself in the library. It was tiny and drab, unlike the beautiful and massive library we'd had at Cair Paravel. I stayed in there for awhile, browsing the shelves. Caspian found me there an hour later and informed me that Aslan had requested my presence. I thanked him and went to find the Lion. He was alone, walking through the halls when I caught up to him. Neither of us said anything for a moment, and then I spoke.

"I'm not coming back, am I?"

The golden Lion beside me sighed.

"No, child, you're not. Your time here is done. Your task now is to follow me in your world."

I bowed my head. I'd guessed this was coming. I knew arguing or protesting would be futile, and so I didn't even try. Instead, I rested my hand in the Lion's mane and enjoyed the time I had left with him.

We walked together for a while, talking about different things. I had a couple of questions that I wanted to ask him, and he gave me some advice, and we spent time together. Eventually I realized the time and decided to go find my siblings for lunch. Giving Aslan a huge hug, I excused myself and hurried towards our rooms. I caught them just as they were sitting down in Lucy's room. They apparently had expected me, as there was already a place setting. We chatted and laughed while we ate, relishing in the last time we'd be together for a long time. Finally, we couldn't stall any longer. We raced to our rooms to pack our clothes from the other wold and make sure we were ready. I'd packed the night before, but I double-checked the bag, just in case. My box of scrolls and Memory Book were there, as was most of my favorite jewelry. I'd even packed a pair of my favorite backup daggers. My silver circlet and daggers from Father Christmas were staying, as were all of my Narnian clothes. I planned to take my boots, though. Picking up my backpack, I looked around the room one more time. It wasn't my room from Cair Paravel so many years ago, but it was still Narnian, and I was going to miss it. Stepping into the hallway, I found my younger brothers and sisters waiting for me. Peter saw me first and smiled before offering me his arm. Smiling back, I curtsied and took it, and together, we headed to the gathering that Aslan had called.

Shortly after we took our places next to the empty door frame Aslan had asked to be erected, the meeting began. Aslan announced a new start in a new world for any Telmarine who wanted it. A couple of people volunteered, and then vanished through the door. People became skeptic and cautious, and so Peter volunteered us to go through. Quickly, we ran to where our clothes had been taken and changed. It felt weird, wearing non-Narnian clothes again. They were so uncomfortable compared to what we'd worn for the past few weeks. Proudly, the five of us walked out again to say our last goodbyes. We all gave Caspian hugs, and then said goodbye to Doctor Cornelius and Trumpkin, our DLF. We gave each other hugs, and promises to never forget each other, and then we went to say goodbye to Aslan. We went one at a time, and he spoke a few private words to each of us. Lucy and I gave him hugs as well. When we were done saying goodbye, we lined up to go through the doorway. Just before each person went through, he or she turned and either bowed or curtsied to Aslan, Caspian, and everyone else who was gathered there. As I stood from my best curtsy, I cast one more glance over the beautiful land I loved and the people who inhabited it.

"Goodbye," I whispered, and then I stepped through the doorway. I saw glimpses of the Narnian country behind the doorframe, as well as images of a beautiful beach in my world and an old train station before I saw my dorm room. Only a few minutes had passed since I'd left. I sighed and went to put my stuff away. For the rest of the night, I lounged on my bed, reading the scrolls from my family. Finally, I turned out the light and got ready to sleep.

Just before I closed my eyes, I sent a quick prayer to Aslan, asking that he keep my family safe. And as I dropped off to sleep, I could have sworn I heard a lion's roar.

Over the next several years, I went to college and got a teaching degree. I worked in an elementary school, and I loved it. I had resolved long ago to live as Narnian as I could in everything I did, and so that's what I did. I turned the Narnian Lady Loyal into the American Alexa Smith. In keeping my promise to my husband, I never dated another man, although many men asked me out. I dreamed about my years in Narnia sometimes, but nothing else. I never saw what was happening currently, and I never dreamed of my siblings.

Shortly after returning from Narnia the second time, I told my family about my years there. They didn't believe me at first, but I managed to eventually convince them. My sister, Trinity, loved to hear about my years there. She was constantly asking me for stories or demonstrations of my skill. My parents liked to hear about Narnia as well, although Dad wasn't too happy that I'd married someone he'd never met.

For the next ten years or so, my only connections with Narnia were the things I'd brought back and the stories I told. I didn't know when my next Narnian adventure would be, but I prayed it came soon.

I don't own Narnia.

I have one more story planned and written. It has yet to be edited, but that will be done soon. I should have it up within two weeks. So if there is no new story up by Dec 11, you may all nag me. Please, nag me, because otherwise I'll forget about it for another 6 months or more. Please review and tell me what you thought of this story!