Note: I do not own any characters in Chronicles of Narnia and all character references belong to C.S Lewis.

Susan sighed exasperated, "Will you stop going on about visiting magical lands. It is not real. It was just something we made up to pass the time when we were staying in the country."

Something had happened to Susan after her return from Narnia. It was as if everything they did was just a game. She had completely forgotten everything: Aslan, Mr Tumnus, not even her love interest Prince Caspian, their coronation, to them growing up and living in Narnia as adults.

"It is real. You just have to believe," Lucy countered hotly. "Remember Aslan, the lion!"

Susan suddenly had a vision of a great golden lion and its mighty roar; the scent of the ocean of Cair Paravel; centaurs and fawns dancing to wild music. What she had just seen scared her. It seemed so real, as if she had lived it. It was as if someone had zapped an idea into her head. She could barely hear her sisters voice in the background.

"Susan…Susan?! I said we better be going. The after-school dance class is about to begin any minute. You didn't forget, did you? You promised you would come with me."

"Of course not." Susan had forgotten, but she wasn't going to let her sister know. She glanced at the extracurricular activities on the school board, seeing both her name and Lucy's down for dance. Something caught her eye towards the bottom of the page. "Archery...?"

"Sorry, what was that?" Lucy tilted her head at her sister.

"What do you think about archery, do you think I should sign up for," Susan stopped at the expression on Lucy's face. "What's so funny, think I won't succeed?"

"On the contrary, I think you're going to beat those bastards, I mean, the other boys. You will be a natural. I'm all for you joining but first, we have to hurry or we will miss our first dance class." Lucy dragged her sister away with a huge smile on her face.

Her sister may have forgotten about Narnia, but sometimes Susan mentioned things that only Queen Susan of Narnia could have known. Perhaps all her sister needed was just a little nudge.

"Susan! Over here!" an auburn-haired girl waved at them, as soon as they stepped into the dance studio.

"Margarita! Harriet! Charlotte!" Susan exclaimed, moving towards her group of friends. She had completely forgotten about Lucy and excitedly joined them in conversation on the latest fashion.

Lucy sighed, of course her sister would like to join her friends. When she last left Narnia, Aslan had given her one job: To guide Susan. At the time she did not understand the exact meaning as to his words, but as time passed back in England, it became as clear their Susan was lost. How was she going to help guide her sister?

'Aslan, help me' Lucy thought aloud in her mind.

In that very moment, Susan suddenly remembered her promise to Lucy and attempted to wave her over.

"Uh, Susan...you know, there's talk your sister is a bit weird. Like, you know, crazy. Perhaps she shouldn't join us? Imagine the rumours?" Margarita whispered, but not too softly, for Lucy heard every word.

A flash of hurt flitted across Lucy's face, which was not missed by Susan. She felt a pang of sympathy for her little sister. Sure, Lucy was difficult to deal with, especially with her made-up stories and games which drove her nuts, but she was still her sister.

"That person you're referring to is my sister."

For a split second, she was Queen Susan the Gentle, the overprotective sibling. When she turned her gaze towards the three, they cowered and grew rather ashamed.

"I made a promise, and I intend to keep it. Come, Lucy." Susan said this with her head held high and lead her sister to the other side of the room.

Whispers broke out when their dancing instructor stepped into the studio, tall and in control. He had a certain flair in the way he moved, graceful, yet mysterious. It reminded Lucy of her Narnian dancing water master, who was trained both in the art of battle and dance. He looked regal and sophisticated in his maroon coloured matching vest and tie, and knee-length overcoat. Susan did not want to admit it, but he was extremely handsome, even though he was past his prime.

He surveyed the room and tried to gauge their level of proficiency in dance. With his rich baritone voice, he asked, "Can anyone in here dance?"

Twenty hands raised in response, which was the majority of the class.

"You. What is your name? Will you please show us a demonstration?"

"My name is Harriet, sir." Susan's friend answered in her cocky voice and proceeded to take the centre of the room. She did her best imitation of swing, but her performance was dull and lacked energy.

He nodded at her in all politeness, before he pointed at another female. "And what about you?"

"Olivia, sir, but I only know some basic ballerina dancing." The chestnut-haired girl's performance was decent, but not perfect.

"Anyone else?"

Before anyone could say anything, Lucy's hand shot up in the air.

The professor gestured for her to perform.

When Lucy took centre stage, Susan's three friends had banded together and were attempting to find fault in her performance. A glare from Susan shut them up most effectively, and Lucy could not help but smile gratefully at her sister. Little did they know, Lucy had a natural affinity for dancing. She was not going to show them any weakness. She was a Queen, and she must be strong. She took a deep breath.

'Focus Lucy. You can do this.' she repeated in her mind.

And with that, Lucy danced. It was not just any dance, it was the Narnian Royal Water dance. Swift, graceful and beautiful, yet deadly. The way she moved was unlike anything their teacher had ever seen. She was a natural. There was total silence in the studio, you could have heard a hairpin drop. It was a like they were watching something out of this world, something magical, ethereal even, like a Queen. It was beautiful. The dance felt like a cross between a waltz, ballet, fencing, everything you could think of. Everyone was in a trance, none more than Susan Pevensie, who found herself transported to the throne room of Cair Paravel. Four tall-standing thrones made in marble and chased in gold which represented the eastern sea, western woods, southern sun and northern skies. It was magnificent, more beautiful than any picture she had seen in any magazine or postcard. She found herself stuck in a memory of a memory, glimpses of her and Lucy, and her two brothers dancing with the Narnian Waltz, and the water dance.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

"That, my ladies, is how you dance."

The rest of the class was a blur for both Lucy and Susan. When everyone had left, the two sisters found themselves surrounded in a bubble by Susan's friends. It appeared they had changed their mind about her sister.

"Lucy, you were brilliant!" Harriet gushed, although it was obvious that she was a tad jealous.

"Susan, why didn't you tell us your sister was such a great dancer? Margarita asked.

Susan was still in a daze, reeling from her vision that seemed all so real. She shook herself mentally, 'Pull yourself together'. She forced a tight smile and made up a lame excuse that they had both learnt dance when they were away during the summer. It was a miracle they were too focused on Lucy to notice anything out of the ordinary. It would not do for people to think her crazy.

When Lucy glanced at her sister, she could see a hidden spark hidden within Susan, however small it was, and smiled to herself. Narnia was the key to unlocking Susan's memories. Lucy knew what she had to do.

'Thank you, Aslan' she thought.