This one was probably the hardest to write. I wanted to show Susan as loving Aslan, but still foreshadowing her future choices. I hope I got it alright. I will probably upload Edmund's and Lucy's chapters tomorrow if I remember.

Susan: Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness

Aslan found Susan in the hallway, standing alone in the Hall of Tales by a great mirror. She did not look into the glass, though, but stared at the tapestries that hung on the walls of the hall, telling of great deeds by the former kings and queens of Narnia. "Why are you troubled, Susan?"

Susan jumped at his voice, but when she saw who it was she relaxed. "What do you mean, Aslan?" she asked, her voice betraying the collected front she put forward.

The Lion narrowed his eyes and Susan shivered. "You are troubled. What is wrong?" One could tell by his tone that he already knew her troubles, but wished her to tell him herself.

Susan sighed. "It is just…I was talking to Mrs. Beaver and she mentioned that you would be leaving soon. She said that you never stay for very long and no one knows when you will return. I…I don't want you to go, Aslan. I don't want to lose you."

Aslan stepped close to the girl, and his soft eyes turned to the tapestry in front of Susan. "Do you know who the people depicted in this tapestry were?" Susan shook her dark head. "These are King Frank I and his Queen, Helen. They were the first King and Queen of Narnia, many years ago. They were good rulers, and I would come often to see them. And even when I was away from Narnia, they never doubted my return."

Susan hung her head, ashamed, though she said nothing. The Lion started walking along the Hall, motioning her to follow him. "All these tapestries tell of the Kings and Queens of Narnia after Frank and Helen. King Frank V." Aslan nodded at a tapestry depicting a beaming king with his arms around his two sons. "Queen Hyacinth, who brought peace in the Western Wood. King Gale who slew the dragon on the Lone Islands. There were many good kings and queens in Narnia, and they welcomed me into their hearts."

Aslan's eyes grew sad. "Then, unfortunately, the royal line began waning in power. They grew to love feasts and fancy clothes, and forgot about their country, their people, and me." The tapestries they walked by showed beautifully dressed people, yet to Susan the smiles on their faces seemed false and practiced. Aslan continued. "And while the kings and queens were given the charge to care for the Tree of Protection, these later kings forgot this charge and let the Tree wither. At last a great wind blew it down, and the White Witch was allowed into Narnia."

Susan shuddered at the mention of the Witch, the memory of the night at the Stone Table. "Why didn't you stop them from forgetting, Aslan? Why didn't you come back?"

The Lion sighed a sigh as deep and sad as the darkness of the ocean. "Dear Susan, it was their choice to forget. I was there, and yet they did not see me. I became to them a legend, a childhood story." Aslan looked straight into Susan's eyes. "Child, even when you cannot see me, I am still here. When you seek me, I will be waiting always."

The words stuck in Susan's heart, but she blocked them out, only listening to what she thought he was saying. "You are still leaving, though."

Aslan did not answer, only glancing at her sadly before walking away. Susan sighed, and turned to look at the large mirror. She frowned, and with one gentle hand pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 'I really must get some sleep,' she thought absentmindedly, 'or I will look terrible for the coronation.'

Sorry if the ending was a bit abrupt. I couldn't think of another way to end it. It just seemed fitting to end with Susan's thoughts. Edmund and Lucy should be up tomorrow.