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Chapter one
What happened to Susan Pevensie after the railway accident? A very good question indeed.
Susan Pevensie, while grieving over the loss of her beloved brothers and sister, met a man named Harry Hobbs and married him soon after. They had a daughter, and named her Emily Lucy (after Susan's dead sister) Hobbs. The rest is history.
* * *
Emily Lucy Hobbs was bored to death. It was the nearly the end of Christmas hols, and nothing was going right.
First off, Emily's father, Harry Hobbs, had gone to America on a business trip. Emily, who was the sort who loved adventures and exciting happenings (her mum often said that she was very much like her late aunt Lucy, the one she'd been named after) was left alone with her mother at the house. Her friends, Catherine and Charlotte, had both gone away for the holidays. So, Emily felt completely alone and weary from traveling around with her mum for Christmas shopping.
One rainy day, Emily decided that she should have at least a pretend adventure, whether or not her mother approved. Though, the only fascinating room in the house was the attic, so she would have to ask her mother for permission to venture in there.
"Mummy," Emily said, approaching her mother in the study, "may I please play in the attic? Just for a bit, please?"
Mrs. Hobbs' eye's flickered up from the morning paper. In Emily's opinion, she read too much, and never read anything but non-fiction. How very boring, Emily reflected disapprovingly.
"And why, may I ask, would you want to play in a dusty old attic?" Her mother questioned, narrowing her eyes.
Emily teetered on her heels for a moment before answering. "I, er. I was going to, erm, go on a. adventure?" Emily was hesitant at these words, as her mother got very sore at her when she mentioned "going on an adventure".
However, this time Mrs. Hobbs seemed not to be angry-more like calm, yet slightly wary.
"I suppose that's just what any eleven year old girl would want to do on a rainy day." Emily's mother said, even throwing in a smile-well, the corners of her mouth turned up a bit, anyway. "All right, go ahead Emily. Be back in time for lunch, please!" She called at Emily's retreating back.
"Okay Mummy!"
Emily sifted through the pile of old photographs. She hadn't meant to look through them-but she had stumbled upon an early picture of her mother in the pile, and had become immediately absorbed in old pictures of her aunt and uncles. Her aunt Lucy looked almost exactly like Emily-that intrigued her even further.
Emily moved a picture aside, and beneath it, on the very bottom of the box. was a green ring. And lying right beside it was another ring, this one a golden yellow. And next to that there was yet another green ring. Why, there were golden and green rings occupying the entire bottom of the box! How curious, Emily thought, cocking her head.
She extended her hand slowly, cautiously. and enclosed it on a yellow ring, then-
Emily wasn't in her attic anymore
Chapter one
What happened to Susan Pevensie after the railway accident? A very good question indeed.
Susan Pevensie, while grieving over the loss of her beloved brothers and sister, met a man named Harry Hobbs and married him soon after. They had a daughter, and named her Emily Lucy (after Susan's dead sister) Hobbs. The rest is history.
* * *
Emily Lucy Hobbs was bored to death. It was the nearly the end of Christmas hols, and nothing was going right.
First off, Emily's father, Harry Hobbs, had gone to America on a business trip. Emily, who was the sort who loved adventures and exciting happenings (her mum often said that she was very much like her late aunt Lucy, the one she'd been named after) was left alone with her mother at the house. Her friends, Catherine and Charlotte, had both gone away for the holidays. So, Emily felt completely alone and weary from traveling around with her mum for Christmas shopping.
One rainy day, Emily decided that she should have at least a pretend adventure, whether or not her mother approved. Though, the only fascinating room in the house was the attic, so she would have to ask her mother for permission to venture in there.
"Mummy," Emily said, approaching her mother in the study, "may I please play in the attic? Just for a bit, please?"
Mrs. Hobbs' eye's flickered up from the morning paper. In Emily's opinion, she read too much, and never read anything but non-fiction. How very boring, Emily reflected disapprovingly.
"And why, may I ask, would you want to play in a dusty old attic?" Her mother questioned, narrowing her eyes.
Emily teetered on her heels for a moment before answering. "I, er. I was going to, erm, go on a. adventure?" Emily was hesitant at these words, as her mother got very sore at her when she mentioned "going on an adventure".
However, this time Mrs. Hobbs seemed not to be angry-more like calm, yet slightly wary.
"I suppose that's just what any eleven year old girl would want to do on a rainy day." Emily's mother said, even throwing in a smile-well, the corners of her mouth turned up a bit, anyway. "All right, go ahead Emily. Be back in time for lunch, please!" She called at Emily's retreating back.
"Okay Mummy!"
Emily sifted through the pile of old photographs. She hadn't meant to look through them-but she had stumbled upon an early picture of her mother in the pile, and had become immediately absorbed in old pictures of her aunt and uncles. Her aunt Lucy looked almost exactly like Emily-that intrigued her even further.
Emily moved a picture aside, and beneath it, on the very bottom of the box. was a green ring. And lying right beside it was another ring, this one a golden yellow. And next to that there was yet another green ring. Why, there were golden and green rings occupying the entire bottom of the box! How curious, Emily thought, cocking her head.
She extended her hand slowly, cautiously. and enclosed it on a yellow ring, then-
Emily wasn't in her attic anymore
