Susan; The Forgotten Past
Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia.
Chapter One
"Fancy you still think about those funny games we used to play when we were children." I saw myself say to my sister. "Don't you think we're a bit too old for that now."
"Susan," Edmund said, his face turning white. "How could you say such a thing. You – You haven't actually forgotten?"
"No," I said calmly, "I haven't forgotten, it never happened. It was just a game we used to play, you don't actually believe in fairytales and such? Do you?"
"But, Susan," Peter said, with both anger and sadness in his voice. "You are a queen and you're just going to trade that away? I can't believe this."
"Oh! Don't be so childish! I'm going up to my room!"
I woke up. Those were the last words I said to them. Lucy had looked like she was about to cry when I had said them. That dream has haunted me for the last seven years; since their deaths in a train accident. Part of me remembered the fantasies and longed to believe them. They had almost seemed real, we all had been gifted with such glorious imaginations. But that wasn't the way things were. There was a time to grow up from such fantasy anyway.
Here I am. I'm all alone now. I don't know why I visited this old house or why I was the one whose name was on the old Professor's will years ago; before the horrid accident. I remember he had started to think I was silly, with all the years of makeup and parties and, of course, boys. When I look back, it was foolish. Who did it help? No one, it only caused pain.
As I sit here, reflecting, just thinking at the kitchen table, something catches my eye. There's a golden box in the corner. It looks very beautiful. It's funny, in all the years I've lived here I've never noticed it. It is a strange house.
I walk to it and open the chest. There were many things in it. I noticed a little book which seems old and faded. I opened it and start to read:
August 7th.
Have now been on ghastly boat for twenty four hours if it isn't a dream.
I stop to think for a second. The book was clearly in Eustace's hand writing. Was this a diary of his? Would this be an invasion of his privacy? I ignore my thoughts and continued.
All the time a frightful storm has been raging (it's a good thing I'm not seasick)
I stop. This was definitely written by Eustace; whenever he set foot on a boat he always puked for days later. His seasickness was so great that he had only set foot on a boat once when he was five, but never again, except, of course, for his great adventures in Narnia.
This was going no where, I skipped ahead a bit.
September 11th.
Caught some fish and had them for dinner. Dropped anchor at about 7 p.m. in three fathoms of water in a bay of this mountainous island. That idiot Caspian wouldn't let us go ashore because it was getting dark and he was afraid of savages and beasts. Extra water rations tonight.
That was strange. Eustace knew Caspian as more than fantasy? Fancy he would write of a fantasy prince as an idiot? But whenever I had seen Eustace after he had supposedly been to Narnia, he'd always said such nice things about Caspian. I skipped to the end for further explanation.
August 15th.
It was a ghastly day today. Susan said it was foolish to believe in Narnia and Lucy couldn't stop crying because she was afraid for Susan. Poor Lucy. Edmund and Peter couldn't believe it and went for a very long walk. All of us cannot believe it. We are going to discuss it over dinner tonight at the Professor's house where the Professor and Aunt Polly will meet us. I suppose we shall have to tell them about Susan.
Than his writing stopped and for a couple pages and then I found a scribbled note.
We have seen a phantom… Possibly Narnian! We are going to attempt to find him! Aslan said that the next time we came to Narnia would be the time that we would stay! Me and Jill are going on the train to meet Peter and Edmund in five minutes! They have the rings to get to Narnia once more!
This was too much and I was tired. I was going back to bed.