Disclaimer: I don't own Susan, Narnia, the magic rings, or the wood between the worlds. I think everything else is mine. If it isn't, no one's told me.
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The wood between the worlds was just as Peter had read it was, although he hadn't understood the description properly until he had been there. He had been expecting the strange drowsy feeling, so had been able to keep his wits about him. Martha, too, seemed wide awake.
"What pool should we try, Martha?" Peter asked cheerfully.
"That one." She pointed to a nearby pool. "No, wait, what's that?"
There was a small piece of cloth caught under a tree root about twelve feet away. Peter walked over to pick it up, and found that it was a very old handkerchief. Embroidered in one corner were the initials "S. P."
"How did that get here?" he wondered aloud.
"Let's jump into that pool. Maybe we'll find out." She grabbed Peter's hand and dragged him towards the pool.
"Stop and switch rings, or we'll only get our shoes wet," Peter cautioned.
They put their yellow rings in their pockets and took out their green ones. Then they stepped into the pool.
Peter and Martha were in a giant flower garden. At least, it was a little like a flower garden. There didn't seem to be much order to it, as all kinds of flowers were mixed together. Peter looked to the top of a fifty-foot sunflower and started to feel dizzy.
Martha tugged on his arm and pointed at something. "Look, Peter, look!"
"What is it?"
"Is that an angel?" she whispered.
"No, of course not. Angels aren't blue."
A winged human figure was descending gracefully from the top of one of the nearby flowers. It landed next to Martha, and Peter could see that it was a girl a couple of years older than he was.
"Hello!" said the girl. "I'm Crystal." Up close, she looked nothing like an angel. She was, to begin with, quite unmistakably blue. Her hair was as blue as a first place ribbon, her skin was the same shade as a winter sky, and her eyes were the color that blue eyes are in our world. Her wings were not angel's wings, but butterfly's wings.
"My name's Peter, and this is my little sister, Martha."
"I know. I've been waiting for you," said Crystal.
"You knew we were coming? But we didn't know that ourselves," said Peter.
"Then you don't know that we have a job to do?" asked Crystal, puzzled.
"This is the first I've heard of it."
Crystal frowned and turned her head and stared into space for a moment. Then she looked thoughtful, and said, "That's all right. I'll be ready to leave in a moment."
She flew up into a huge daffodil and returned with a covered basket. "This is our lunch," she announced. Well, let's go."
Crystal took hold of Martha's hand, and Peter and Martha put on their yellow rings.
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Note: I have finally thought of a title for this story, but you might not see why for a chapter or two.
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