A short chappie, I know, but I didn't want anyone to think I'd forgotten about the rest of the Pevensies. LOL. Just a little peek into what's going on at the home front. In other news: I NEED REVIEWS!! PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU READ!! I want to know your thoughts! Don't just put me on story alert, let me know why you're putting me on story alert. LOL.

Chapter 10

"Peter should have been back by now," Susan said worriedly. It had been four days since Peter had left for Aslan's How and no one had heard anything about him since. Now she, Lucy, Edmund, and Caspian sat at the grand dining room table eating dinner, but she was having hard time eating.

"Maybe they needed him at the How longer than he anticipated," Edmund suggested. "I'm sure wherever he is, he's safe."

"How can you be so sure, Ed? What if he ran into Ronstadt soldiers on the way to the How? What if he's hurt, or, or d-dead?" Tears began to well up in hers eyes as Caspian reached his arm out and touched his hand to hers on the table comfortingly.

"Don't talk like that, Susan," he said as she gazed at him for assurance. "He's the High King of all Narnia; he can hold his own. Have you already forgotten how he defeated my uncle last time you were here?"

"I could never forget it," she said softly with a gentle smile.

"Now, cheer up," he said with an even bigger smile. "We're going to be positive." Susan sniffled and nodded, turning to her food.

"Caspian's right, Su; Peter's one of the best swordsmen in all of Narnia. If he did run into trouble, he can more than handle himself," Edmund assured her.

"He'll be all right, Susan," Lucy added with a nod.

"How can you be so sure all the time, Lucy?" Susan asked.

"Aslan has always protected us, and he always will," she said simply.

"You've seen Aslan, Lucy?" Caspian asked.

"Not since we've been here, no, but we all saw him in the fire when were called back to Narnia. He's the reason we're here; he's the reason the horn works; he's the reason that anything magical even happens at all. Even if I can't see him or hear him or touch his mane, I know he's here with us, and he always had been," she explained as they all simply stared at her in amazement. Lucy's faith in Aslan was such an incredible testimony they were left speechless.

"How do you know all that stuff, Lu?" Susan asked Lucy later that night, entering the bedroom they were sharing from the adjoining bathroom. She had changed into her nightgown and tied her robe tight about her as she approached her little sister who was already changed and staring out into the night sky from the window seat. The view was breathtaking – the rolling green hills of Narnia extending across the beautiful countryside until they finally grew towering trees, creating dark forests and woods.

"Know what?" Lucy asked, looking behind her at her older sister until she finally sat down beside her.

"All that stuff you were talking about at dinner, about Aslan," Susan elaborated.

"Well, I guess I don't really know anything; I, I just feel it, you know?" She turned to her sister momentarily with a questioning look and then gazed back out the window as she continued, Susan's eyes fixed upon her the entire time, trying to figure her out. "I feel him." Susan's eyes grew slightly bigger at this last statement, but she remained silent. "I feel him with us, Susan, even sometimes when we're back in England. He's protecting us, watching over us, keeping us safe. He's with us right now; I can feel him." Suddenly she turned and stared Susan straight in the eyes. "When you can feel something as powerful as Aslan's spirit with you then you know you have no need to fear and there's no room for doubt."

"I wish I could feel him like you can," Susan sighed after a silent pause, drawing her knees into her and wrapping her arms around him, resting her chin on her kneecaps. "I mean, I know he must be watching over us, and he must have called us back here, but, but I guess I'm just a doubtful person by nature. If it's material and can be legitimately proven then I have no problem believing it, but things that require a great deal of faith, believing in what you can't see, I struggle with. So the fact that you can feel him with us even now, even though we can't see him at all and it's obvious that he isn't here with us physically, it's really amazing to me." She smiled at her little sister then softly. "You're lucky, Lucy. Very lucky." Lucy simply smiled brightly back.