My dearest Pevensies,

Only a month has passed here in Narnia. I have no idea how time's going on there, please do reply and tell me. Peter, don't worry, Caspian and I are fine.

After Aslan's warm welcome, crowning us as King and Queen of Narnia—you all are too. Don't forget: Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia—Trumpkin volunteered to be our counselor for ruling the kingdom, and has he been a great one. There were a few problems concerning the giants—yes, you know how they are—and some others, but now the land is peaceful once more, as it should be. Caspian's planning to go sailing on his ship The Dawn Treader to explore the distant Seven Isles and beyond, as he had promised Aslan at the crowning ceremony to search for his Father's Lost Seven Lords. Of course, I am going with him.

How are things over there? As I am writing this, I keep imagining what the three of you—oh, I miss the four of us being together—might be doing as you read and listen to my words. Lucy, how's home? I hope your days at school have gone well. I'll always be there to support you, dear sister. Edmund, have you gotten that first kiss with Anna? Oh, don't look so shock. I'm just kidding, at least a boy has hopes, right? Peter, I trust in you to take care of Edmund and Lucy, and hope your entrance into University goes all right.

Sending loves, hugs, and kisses from your Sister and Caspian,

Susan

PS. To reply, just slip it into the wardrobe. The dwarves' inspectors of the lamppost will get it.


Beloved Susan,

About half a year's gone by since you left, strange isn't it? But there's no mistaking that erratic time. It's still a million-years-unsolvable puzzle we all must figure out.

Anyhow, Peter's doing fine at his University, studying law, and me, your favorite brother—just kidding—Ed, is now going to high school, and guess what, after all the months, long-distance relationships with Anna works out. We're visiting each other once a month, either she comes here, or I go there. Lucy's doing well at her school. I guess she'll probably become an author when she grows up—when is that? I'm not quite sure myself. The words 'grow up' have multiple meanings, depending on the way you look at them, don't they? She's already written two wonderful, imaginative short stories for her school's fiction contest and won, both of which are attached for you to read.

Well, those are all the necessary updates you need to know on us. Coming next up, on how we 'grow up,' ha-ha.

Sending you laughter, tears, love, and the unique Pevensies-only loving care,

Your brother, Edmund


Edmund,

Hello. Greetings from Planet Anna…still feeling awkward to write 'dear,' in front of your name, but whatever! How's my favorite Pevensies doing? And Susan and Caspian? Hope they've sent updates!

I know those monthly visits probably are too long the wait for you—oh, more jokes, will you ever stop it, Anna? Think not, sorry Ed. Let's jump to the point, shall we? Are you shaking your head? No, that's a nod, huh? (Sounds like me talking to you there in the big London, isn't it?)

Okay, okay, I'm getting there. Don't get so impatient—or, in other words, don't imitate me so much, it's unlike you, the Ed I know and love.

Ah, right, now you have it in writing.

Thing is, my parents are planning to open franchises for selling our flowers in London, and Mum asked if I wanted to go, so here I am, packing and writing just after saying, 'Yes.' I guess I'll be going to the same school Lucy goes, if what I heard from Dad, who's already moved there is correct.

Silly Ed, do I have to make it clear now that I'm moving to London? With you?

Reminds us of that day on the dance floor, doesn't it?

Finished with your laughing? Good. By the time this letter reaches you, I'll be arriving on the same day, at about four o'clock, fingers crossed that the trains won't get any awful delays.

Once I'm there, how about a little tour? Show me the unseen London, like the unseen Curlus hills I showed you that day, on our first date. Remember?

Ooh, lots of questions. Ha.

The (boring) train details are attached, so meet me—bring along lovely Lucy and Peter. I'd love to see them again!— there :)

Love—with a kiss and more jokes to come,

Anna

Putting the letter down, his heart leaping in ecstasy, Edmund glanced at his watch, the birthday present for his sixteenth birthday from Peter, and called the rest of the Pevensies.

This being summer, they were all at their London home now.

He smiled to himself.

'Anna would never guess who's going to be there to meet her…'

A/N: Pretty Open-ended, for your thoughts :)

Well, I can't say it's really over. Yet. After all, stories do come to an end, but, as they say, happy endings are stories left unfinished. Life goes on, page after page, as with the epilogue.

Might be a sequel, would time allow,

For now, LOVE to all of you, my dear readers/ reviewers, for staying with me through all this,

Thanks a million,

Your ever humble fanfic writer :)