Susan walked back to the orphanage. It was now snowing and Susan put her hands in her pocket. She felt something in the right pocket of the coat. It was hard and cold. She pulled it out slowly to reveal an ivory horn. A horn she actually recognized! The horn of Queen Susan of Narnia? BUT! THAT was a GAME! A silly game to keep us occupied! But… how could my horn… my imaginary horn… be in my… REAL POCKET! She stopped walking, and stared down at the master piece.
Flash Back "Peter, Adam's son," said Father Christmas.
"Here, sir," said Peter.
"Here are your presents," was the answer, "and they are tools, not toys. The time to use them is perhaps nearer at hand. Bear them well." With these words he handed Peter a shield and sword. The shied was the color of silver and across it ramped a red lion, as bright as a ripe strawberry the moment you pick it. The hilt of the sword was gold and it had a sheath and sword belt and everything it needed, and it was just the right size a weight for Peter to use. Peter was silent and solemn as he received these gifts, for he felt they were a very serious kind of present.
"Susan, Eve's Daughter," said Father Christmas. "These are for you," he handed her a bow and a quiver full of arrows and a little ivory horn. "You must use the bow only in grate need," he said, "for I do not mean for you to fight in battle. It does not easily miss. And when you put this horn to your lips and blow it, then, wherever you are, I think help of some kind will come to you."
"Lucy, Eve's Daughter…"
End Flash Back
Susan gasped, "b-but that's, that's im-imposible! T-that w-was a g-game! R-right?" she began saying to her self. She was now having trouble telling herself that Narnia didn't exist. She had hard, cold, ivory proof in her hand.
"Peter, Ed, Lu," she said softly, "I'm sorry for my disbelief, for my horridness, for my doubt in a talking lion named Aslan, for thinking it all silly games, I want you all to know… that…" she stood there for a second.
"That I am the a friend of Narnia."
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