Susan:
I kneel at their grave. The three of them were buried together, the way they way they would have wanted it. My hand traces over the names on the stone. Peter Pevensie. Edmund Pevensie. Lucy Pevensie. It hurts to say the names out load, but I do it anyway. Their names deserve to be heard, they deserve to be remembered. I haven't visited them since the funeral, I couldn't bring myself to do it, I needed time. Suddenly, I begin to sob. Softer at first, then louder and louder until I am screaming into the fog that surrounds the graves. It's now that I see her appearing from the mist like a ghost in a dream. She is there, even though my mind tells me that logically that's impossible. Lucy cannot exist anywhere she lies in the ground beneath my feet. But my senses tell me that she is there walking through the mist to me. My little sister!
"Lucy," I breathe. "You cannot be here. I must be imagining you." I close my eyes and count to ten but when I open them again she is still there. Standing next to me.
"You look horrible Susan," she says, a flash of a smile passing across her face.
She sits down beside me and pulls out her handkerchief from her pocket. I recognise it immediately as the one she gave to Mr Tumnus all those years ago. "Here," she says handing it to me. "You need it more than I do." I take it from her grasp and wipe my eyes slowly.
Lucy turns to face the gravestone. Her face turns white as she realises where we are sat.
"I forgot we must have a grave here," she says, her face pale with shock. "I… I never thought of that before."
"Y-you ca-can't be here," I manage to stutter.
"But I am here Susan. I am… I live in Aslan's country now, we all do. It's a real place and it's perfect. Everyone is there Tumnus, the beavers… Caspian."
His name plays on her lips a little longer than the others. She knows how I feel about him. The reason why I could never really flirt with a guy for longer than a few days before I seemingly lost interest. It was because of him. However hard I tried I could never really stop loving him.
"You could be there too. When you die." Lucy continues. "But you have to believe. Believe in Narnia, believe in Aslan, believe in me."
"I can't Lucy," I whisper. "I'm sorry. I can't."
But its then that all the memories come rushing back, heavy and quick…
Stepping through the wardrobe for the first time, tea at the beavers, the race to the stone table, Father Christmas, archery, Aslan, the battles, the excitement, our coronation, the lamppost, Caspian, Miraz, the white witch, the trees…. I remember it all…
"I remember…" I exclaim. "I remember." I look up to see Lucy smiling at me but already she is fading. "Please don't leave me again," I cry.
"Just hold on to the memories," she says. Before she disappears completely.
"Lucy," I mouth into the mist, a single tear runs down my face, but this time everything feels different.
I am ready.
Lucy:
I think I did it! Susan's face and her surroundings slowly start to disappear and our replaced with the vibrancy of Aslan's country. Slowly, my brothers' faces come swimming into view, anxiously awaiting my news. I watch them light up at the sight of my smile as I run towards them and we embrace.
"I did all I could," I say. "And I think it worked. All we can do now is wait."
