Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me. If Narnia belongs to you, please don't sue me. It's a harmless piece of fanfiction, and I'm just having fun. If nothing here belongs to you either, then go ahead and read it, but don't be too critical. It's my first fanfiction, and I don't have a muse or a beta-reader.
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Susan re-folded the letter mechanically. Surely, it couldn't be true. Everyone was dead? In one train wreck? Peter, Edmund, Lucy, her mother and father, and even her cousin Eustace? She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it.
It was true. Susan went to stay with Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta for a while. She signed for a box of things salvaged from the wrecked train, went to the funeral, and chose headstones. She still couldn't believe it. She was numb.
After a while, she opened the box. It contained, among other things, three watches, a necklace Susan had given Lucy for a birthday, and a small box that had been found in Peter's pocket. Susan opened the little box. There were four rings inside. Two were yellow, two were green, and all were very shiny. She almost imagined she heard a humming noise. Susan thought she had heard something about magic rings from Professor Kirke (also killed in the train wreck) when she was a child, and these made her feel uneasy. She closed the little box, taped it shut, and hid it.
Life went on. Susan forgot about the rings, like she had forgotten about Narnia. She moved to America, which she had once visited with her parents, married, had children, and eventually grandchildren. If, once in a long while, she thought about Narnia, the strange, bright rings still hidden in her closet, or even lions, she told herself to "be sensible" and pushed it to the back of her memory again.
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This will be a Susan-gets-to-Narnia story. The other chapters will, of course, be longer. This one is only an introduction.