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"What do you mean forgotten? How could this have happened?"

The yelling voice of the young King echoed across the catacomb-like-corridors of Aslan's How, drawing each and every Narnian's attention, as they perked up discreetly their ears, trying to listen to the rest of the Prince and the King's discussion. Susan, however, was crawled up in a corner, near Caspian's room and was trying to get a grip of something.

That young man introduced himself as her youngest brother.

He had seemed so excited –too excited, really- upon meeting her. She even caught him glancing merrily with a hint of nostalgia at Caspian. But when she had stepped back, her hand gripping Caspian's sleeve, his cheery smile turned into one of confusion and upon meeting both hers and the Telmarine's weary, almost hostile looks, he not only seemed puzzled and uncertain, but also hurt.

It would be a lie if she said that she recognized him, even a little bit.

But it would also be a lie to say the exact opposite.

Edmund had an aura about him, she couldn't exactly put a name to it, but the couple of times he tried to reach her and stand close to her, she felt a wave of comfort, loving protection warm her heart as he stared at her with his wise eyes of darkness. The years he had lived and the experience he had gained were crystal clear obvious in his brown orbs and his young looks did not fool her. His face of friendliness seemed if not familiar, then acceptably welcome and it gave her the notion that she had indeed looked upon it before more than once.

As if from a dream of a dream…

Shaking her head, clearing it from all kinds of thoughts, she realized that what she heard was…pure silence. She crept a little and stood as close to the shut door as possible. The voices became audible again and she paid great attention to them, not wanting to miss a single syllable.

"…in the woods and took her, thinking her to be a Narnian spy." the Telmarine was in the middle of his speech of explanation. "He locked her up in the castle but the Professor helped her escape, instructing her to find me and the Narnians. And find us she did. She had no idea whatsoever who she was and I'm convinced she still doubts her identity. But Trufflehunter instantly recognized her as the Gentle Queen of Old. We weren't sure if she were the only one of the Monarchs of Old to have returned but you, King Edmund, are proof enough."

There was silence for a brief moment and she heard heavy sighs and footsteps traveling around the room before Edmund spoke. "How could this happen!"

"Maybe it is something that took place in your world, not in Narnia." Caspian suggested, and Susan could just picture him shrugging his shoulders and focusing his hungrily inquisitive eyes on the King expecting an answer. She could hear in his voice his great curiosity to know what had happened in the other world and she had to smile.

"Well, actually… we were on this train…" the King started, his struggle of disguising the quiver of emotion in his voice quite evident. "…it…crushed…"

'A train…?' she mouthed to herself, barely any voice coming out of her throat. Her eyes were fixed upon the stone ground, going back and forth spastically as the word rang more than one bell in her blurry memories. She had no idea what a train was, yet a picture of cars connected to one another speeding on iron tracks had formed in her mind the moment she heard the word.

"What is a train?" she heard the Telmarine questioning, shattering the trail of her thoughts.

"Well, it's like several very large iron carriages, large enough to fit lots of people, connected to one another and moving with great speed on iron tracks. It's used for quick transportation."

"A train crushing can be…deadly, then?" Caspian asked in a guessing, uncertain voice.

"Very. Aslan obviously spared us though I still cannot figure out his reason of us being in this time and place…"

Susan stood to hear no more. She disengaged her collided on the wall back and walked away, rubbing her temple gently.

So she and her… siblings –the word still felt odd in her mind, though she always found herself fighting back a joyous smile when thinking of the family she did not remember- had a train accident. Were they dead in that other world? Well, it mattered not. What did matter, was her recalling back the events, her whole life actually.

She found herself walking out of the How and so she pressed her back against one of the ruins before the holy place, shutting firmly her eyelids and trying her best to bring to life her buried memories. She felt so alone, so weak and powerless. She was not the type of girl who would trouble people with her own burden but she would try to fight it off instead. However, at the moment, she wanted more than anything to have somebody to comfort her, wrap an arm around her and tell her that everything would turn out fine.

"Faith… you must have faith…" a voice came out of nowhere, making her jump in surprise and look in alarm the area around her. Her eyes scanned for the author of the voice but there was no sign of anyone as far as she could she. And her trained eyes, the eyes of Narnia's finest archer, could see miles away and locate even the smallest acorn.

She sighed almost in resignation and relaxed her tense muscles, actually going over in her mind the words. The voice was warm, rich in gentleness and love, it was majestic and caused her awe and perhaps fear. She had heard it before, the day she woke up in the middle of a strange forest and knew nothing of herself, not even her name. "Faith… have faith on what? It's all up to me, really,... and my head. Though it does not seem really willing to cooperate with me…" she mumbled to herself.

"Then have faith on yourself." The voice spoke again in a more whispering but motivating manner and Susan felt the strangest desire of not disappointing him, whoever he was. "You can make it happen, my daughter. You can make anything happen if only you believe in yourself. But always remember and never forget that I am always by your side, watching over you, dear one. You are not alone."

A small, bashful smile crept up on her lips, a smile of relief. "Thank you…" she whispered, her hands over her wildly beating heart and she shut gently her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sunrays kissing her ivory, delicate skin.

"Who are you talking to, Susan?"

She gasped and jerkily turned to face two very puzzled young men. She reckoned Edmund was the one who spoke up for his voice felt still strange and unfamiliar to her ears, though it did felt familiar in her mind and lost memories.

She racked her brain to find a believable answer but found none. Even she did not know to whom she had been talking just a moment before. So she shut her agape mouth and stared back at the Telmarine Prince and the Narnian King with expectance and question.

Caspian was the one to break the awkward silence by clearing soundly his throat and glancing at her meaningfully. "Uh, Queen Susan," she gave him a perplexed look at the formal tone of his and his use of her title. ",your brother would like to have a word with you. Alone."

Edmund nodded and mumbled ineloquent words neither her nor Caspian could catch. Still she made no reply, only stared deeply in the Prince's eyes, thinking he would read her mind through hers and act as she wished him to.

In reality, had she not been shocked and puzzled by the latest events happening to her, she would have ordered him right away to not turn his back on her and leave her alone with Edmund. She did not feel ready yet to face the man who obviously was her brother just yet. She feared, though she knew not what. Maybe the incomprehensible images and sounds that surprised her every now and then since the moment she met with Edmund, she wasn't sure. But she was certain, she wasn't prepared to face him just yet.

Caspian grinned awkwardly at Edmund and walked beside her. "What are you doing?" he whispered in his thick Spanish accent. Spanish?

"Please don't leave me alone with him. I am not ready- I… don't know what to say to him!" she whispered through gritted teeth and stared up at him almost pleadingly. "What if I-?"

"I will have none of that, Your Majesty." He cut her off, his voice heavy, commanding, surprising her. "There is nothing to be afraid of. You are just going to tell him the truth and perhaps you might find helpful what he has to say to you."

"Helpful? How?"

"He might help you with your memory loss." He explained rolling his eyes so faintly that she almost did not notice. She opened her lips only to shut her mouth again and avert her uncertain eyes away from his. He sighed and made her face him by placing a hand on her shoulder. "Look, you have to do this. It will help you, I know it. There is nothing to be afraid of. And besides, I will not be far away. Should you need anything, just call out for me and I'll be here in an instant. You are not alone, Susan."

She had no argument to his words –she had no arguments anyway-. She accepted what he told her with an appreciative smile and a light nod of her chestnut head. He nodded back with a slight grin before planting a small kiss on her forehead, a gesture that could have left her speechless had she been talking. No matter what he did or what mood he was in, that man would never cease to surprise her.

"So, now, I'd better go. It appears my skills in the crossbow are not as good as I had hoped." He said out loud before exchanging a knowing regard with the King and jogging away, looking supportively at Susan over his shoulder.

Susan's gaze drop on the grassy soil beneath Edmund's feet, not knowing what to say. Perhaps he should be the one starting a conversation. And he was. "So…uh… how are y…you feeling?" the young man started awkwardly and she could have almost grinned at how nervously he ran his hand through his ruffled, unruly ebony hair. Something told her that Edmund had never been one for such conversations and heart-openings.

"Look, I know you obviously do not know me, but I know you, too well. And I miss you, sister. Very much indeed." He spoke again after a small pause and Susan had to look up at him. His face could not hide the sorrow and nostalgia he felt intensely in his heart and she actually felt sorry for him and the urge to break in a run and wrap her arms around him. "In fact, I know you so well, that I could have guessed what would have been going on in your head right now should you still had your memories."

"And what would that have been?" she asked and was surprised as much as he was to hear the playful challenge in her voice.

"Well," he started cocking one clever brow ", you would have probably snickered and said something like 'So King Edmund is capable of feeling after all' or something like that. Sometimes your retorts and comments were so cunning and cheeky that Peter would say that there is no doubting we are brother and sister!"

Susan did snicker which brightened the small grin that had started curling on Edmund's lips. "Yes, usually our sly comments would be fired against our brother, Peter, and sometimes Lucy would participate in the 'firing' too! At first he took everything too seriously but he slowly came to think it an everyday routine and he would play along, except the times he was too mad or exhausted."

The young Queen found herself enjoying immensely the way Edmund narrated moments of the past she so struggled to recall and the things he narrated also. "Play along? How?"

Edmund, receiving this as a welcoming sign, drew closer to his oldest sister in excitement. "Well, in different ways. He would either try to defend himself by embarrassing us with his comments –so we are talking about a banter, which was what usually happened- or he would put out his tongue –how many times I wished that Narnians would catch their High King acting so childishly!- and defend himself with ridiculous excuses that would make all of us laugh!"

Susan had already grown fond of the brother Edmund so keenly spoke of but she had grown even fonder of Edmund himself. The protective warmth of comfort and strange familiarity in his aura and the way his shimmering eyes smiled playfully at her made her all the more less doubtful about her not being who they thought her to be. "Sounds like fun."

"It was." He agreed before his cosy smile dropped in a nostalgic frown. "We were very close to each other, Su. Most people were surprised by how bond we were, you see usually siblings argue a lot but we rarely did. Well, we did have our bad moments as a family, but we'd always make up the same day, mostly thanks to Lu and sometimes to you."

"You speak as if this family is forever ripped apart…lost…" she stated, a question quivering slightly in her gentle voice.

Edmund only lowered his head with a sad smile. "No, I believe –nay, I know that the four of us will be together again. I know you will remember everything, especially once you have met with Lu and Peter." He said convincingly and she actually believed him to have faith in his own words, to actually believe them himself. "Don't you remember anything? Anything at all?"

"Uhh…" what was she supposed to say? She certainly was getting several flashbacks and déjà vu's, a heck lot of them in fact. But they were just random, brief moments she could not give name or time and place to. Well, however, she had an uncertain thought of what her two other siblings might look like and what they might have looked like during the Golden Age of Narnia. "I…I'm not sure… sometimes the meaningless of things can make thousands of images rush in my head and usually I do not understand most of them if not all of them." she replied shrugging her shoulders. "Tell me about the train accident."

"Actually…" he started walking even closer to her. "…you tell me."

Susan half chuckled nervously, half frowned puzzled. "W-what?" her voice came out more high pitched than she had expected it to be but she ignored it. Edmund only shrugged innocently, folding expectantly his arms across his chest with a kind look of motivation. She needed no more to understand what he wanted her to do. He actually wished her to do what she wished she would; remember even a small moment of that accident.

With a determined sigh, she closed her eyes and forced the gears in her head to spin and bring back memories. I can do this, I can do this… Have faith, Susan, have faith… she kept on reminding to herself until she actually believed it and knew that she was capable of remembering if she tried hard enough.

She gritted her teeth and dug her nails in her palms as suddenly, an incomprehensible sound of iron colliding to something also metal started gaining more and more volume, piercing hauntingly her ears and shattering her soul with frozen fear. A girl's frightened voice, a young man's reassuring words and another older one's protective embrace.

Her heart was overwhelmed with feelings of disbelief, fear –not for herself but for the people who were embracing her-, shattering hope and despair and she was surprised to feel her chest rising and dropping frequently as she panted breathlessly. She could finally see, though her vision still blurry, herself trapped under the loving, tight embrace of her siblings while they were all whispering, including her, -nay, they were yelling with courage and might at the top of their lungs-

"Once a King or a Queen of Narnia…" she muttered to herself as her eyelids snapped open in surprise.

"..Always a King or a Queen." Edmund beside her finished the phrase for her with a sad but proud smile. She stared at him in wonder and he touched her shoulder requesting permission. Without speaking a word, she threw herself in his arms and cried freely. She still didn't remember much but the event of the train wreck she had seen as clearly and vividly as she did Edmund.

She sobbed, burying her face at the crook of his neck and he felt the greatest comfort and the sincerest love as he held her tightly in his arms, whispering tenderly, his lips brushing her hair as he gently kissed her forehead. "I saw it. I saw it, Edmund. Oh, it was horrible! I remember exactly how I felt back then, such despair and fear… oh!"

"Shhh… I know… I know…" he whispered and ran his fingers through her hair, knowing she found it comforting. She always had anyway.

"But…in all this fear, the smallest ray of hope was in my heart as we held onto one another…" she confessed once her breathing had slowed down a bit but she still remained in her brother's arms. "I…I have felt it before… here."

"Really? When?" he asked softly barely able to disguise his curiosity.

"Well, when I first found myself here, I was so lost, I had practically given up…" she started and pulled away, stepping backwards a bit. "But then… just as I was about to resign, he spoke to me, the voice. His voice was so…gentle, so loving, so…rich, as if I have heard it countless of times before, as if I know him. He spoke to me with such love that the wind blowing filled my heart with hope and courage and I found the strength to carry on. And then, just a moment ago, when you asked to whom I was speaking, it was him again. He told me that I am not alone, that he's watching over me."

Edmund smiled knowingly. "Aye. That he does." He agreed nodding his head. "He always has and always will, since the moment we first entered Narnia. Perhaps even before that!"

"Aslan?" she guessed a sudden flame of hope sparking within her heart and bursting in her wide smile upon her brother's confirmation. She did not understand why the mere thought of the Great Lion brought such joy to her so suddenly. Perhaps because she felt him as her father, her leg to stand on even though she could not see him. Since the day she saw his carving upon the great stone wall in the How, she rejoiced at his thought and her heart beat faster with hope. Did the Great King had such an effect on her even before she lost her memory?

"Edmund?" speaking his name for the first time felt odd but so familiar to her lips, as if it was a word she spoke more than frequently. She even saw his face brightening as well. "What is the Spare Oom and the War Drobe? And the lamppost? And Finchley! Oh, and-!"

"Enough, enough!" he chuckled raising his hands in surrender, pleased to see her so suddenly cheering up and getting so excited. He rarely ever saw his sister so joyous even when she had her memories and he enjoyed the bright smile upon her face. "I think we have a lot of things to talk about, do we not?" he asked rhetorically. "Better have a sit then, Your Majesty! This is going to take a while!"

OoOoOo Later oOoOoO

"And then you said 'He's a beaver! He shouldn't be saying anything!'!"

Susan and Edmund cracked up at Ed's imitation of her squealy voice and shocked expression upon her first meeting with a true Narnian. Had she not been holding her stomach with both hands from laughing so hard, she would have said the words along with Edmund since she actually recalled them.

"Yeaaaah…well, you've always been the logical one. That's what we most teased you about until you got so upset that we dared not breathe a word about it again." Edmund shrugged his shoulder, wiping tears of laughter off his eyes. "Yeah, believe it or not, sometimes you are more deadly than both me and Peter combined!"

"Oh, I so want to remember all that! And I want to meet Peter and Lucy…again! I may not remember them but somehow I do miss them."

"You will, sis, you will." Edmund said reassuringly as he threw an arm over her shoulders and pulled her to him. she didn't feel strange anymore being so close to him. The feelings she felt for him, the sibling bond between them, had easily been reminded to her and she felt comfortable, at home though a part of her was still missing. And she knew it would not be complete until she met with the eldest and youngest Pevensies.

"Sue, there is something you must know." He said carefully, his voice turning deadly serious and she pulled away, looking squarely in his face, brows knitted in curiosity. "Uh, well, you see… this may sound crazy but, this has all happened before. Well, not every little thing but-"

"Hold it, hold it. What do you mean, I have lost my memory before in the past?"

"No, no. That's not what I meant." He sighed and took a deep breath as if sucking courage through his nostrils. "We have lived through this time before. One year after our return in England, Aslan called us back a second time. And even though only a few months had passed for us, in Narnia it was 1300 years later."

"But…but I thought this is our second time in Narnia…" she said pointing to the ground to prove what she meant.

"No. This is your third visit and my fourth one. You see, like I said, we had been called back again. Don't you recall at the underground station as we were on our way to school?" he attempted to give it a try but she pursed her lips apologetically and shook her head. "Uhh…try?" he suggested and giving a roll of her eyes she tried hard, repeating the same words as she had when remembering the train wreck.

She found herself in another place once she shut her eyes, she was indeed in the underground.

A boy staring at her. Exasperation.

Phyllis?

A group of other boys fighting. Disappointment.

He bumped me.

A tingling feeling and a rush of cool air. Surprise.

Feels like magic.

Her palms sweaty, warm. Hope.

Quick, everyone hold hands.

A deafening sound pierced her ears. Indifferent.

Something passed before her at great speed.

A sunny beach. A magical place. Familiarity

The sound of a Horn as the train passed by, leaving them in a cave of a beautiful coast. Excitement.

"Uhhh….Phyllis?" was all she could master once her eyelids fluttered open, making Edmund chuckle heartily. It was probably some private joke that she could not share due to her conditions.

"So you did remember!" he exclaimed in enthusiasm before seriousness replaced his cheery smile. "Anyway, that was the second time we entered Narnia. We had been called back but… we had been called by your Horn…"

"Someone had blown my Horn? Who was it? What did they want?" she interrupted yet again before she could stop herself and control her childish curiosity.

"Prince… Caspian..."

Susan's eyes widened, her jaw dropped and she was speechless before she cracked in a fit of laughter. "Prince Caspian? Really?"

"Yes."

"Prince Caspian the… Second?" she guessed as if it was a game.

"No, Susan, Caspian the Tenth of Telmar." He cut her excitement off by staring at her with grave seriousness which made her smile vanish from her lips.

"You are joking, right?"

Edmund sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, Su, I wish I were. But like I said this has happened before. We had been called back by the same man standing next to us just a while ago. I can tell you the whole story if you like. It's exactly the same one as the one you have lived." He suggested. "I honestly do not know Aslan's reason for sending us back in time and in such manner. Me in Archenland, Lu in Galma, you in Narnia and Pete Aslan knows where…"

"But Caspian… he doesn't…"

"...Know. Yes, Caspian does not know." Edmund reassured her though she could hardly called it reassurance. She couldn't actually give a name to it, nor to what she was feeling. She felt too confused to think any longer.

"Know what?" a voice made them snap their heads over their shoulders only meet with the eyes of a very inquisitive and perplexed Telmarine Prince.


So, yeah, no Peter or Lucy in this chapter (surprised me too) but I really had to focus on Ed and Su's relationship. I hope I got it right. Oh, and sorry to all the Suspian fans since we see very little of lovely Caspian in this chapter. Anyway, I hope you liked the way I wrote this one, I actually quite like it, especially Susan's second effort of remembering the train station.

So please leave me a review with your thoughts (pretty please? :D) and if you won't, then i only hope you like the story!

Thank you all so much for reading, and even greater thanks to my reviewers! You are wonderful, guys, and I feel so bad for not having the time to reply. Honestly, it's a miracle I updated this story! School exams and all that, and I won't be free until June 10th when my school exams will be official just an awful memory XD