Disclaimer: I still don't own Narnia. I might use some passages from the books here and there, but I don't own Narnia. CS Lewis or some other dude does.

Chapter Two

I lay in bed for hours that night thinking. I tried to piece it all together. Was it all just a fantasy? If it was why couldn't they just see through it? Why did they have to believe? Why did they have to leave me alone.

And through all the pain I'm going through right now, one thought comes to my mind. It was real and you know it was, Susan. Why are you angry at them for doing what's right? All you have is your folly and they are forever in Narnia.

I gave up on trying to sleep. I was too preoccupied to sleep. I remember people saying 'Once a King or Queen in Narnia, always a King or Queen in Narnia' But am I really a queen? I'm not even sure I deserve to set foot in Narnia again, much less rule it.

The memories of Narnia are slowly flowing back.

"The wardrobe." I whisper quietly to myself. "Maybe… maybe Narnia is still just beyond there." And for a second I feel I glimmer of hope and excitement as I wander up the stairs into a favorite room of my childhood because of the magical wardrobe within.

I swing open the doors and stand inside. I feel for the trees of the forest of Narnia. I don't feel them at all, just the hard wooden wall of the wardrobe. I was too old and the doorway is shut.

I walk down the stairs sadly and I walk into the kitchen. The sun is rising. Slowly, but surely.

I walked over to the fire and sat in the Professor's old chair as I drift into a deep sleep.

I see everyone; Eustace, Jill, Aunt Polly, the Professor, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy! They were all dressed as beautifully as ever they were in Narnia if not hundreds of times better. They were all dressed in the lightest, most elegant shade of white you can imagine. They all had crowns that seemed to be mad of pure crystals and embellished with pearls with all the colors of the rainbow wrapped up inside.

There was another person with them. The man's eyes shown like Caspian's, and but his hair was a very deep shade of brown.

"Sir," The man said humbly to Peter, "I have read the chronicles alright, there should be another. Has not your majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan."

"My sister, Susan," He said in a morose tone, "Is no longer a friend of Narnia."

"Yes," Eustace said, looking sadder than I had ever seen him. "And whenever you've tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia she says 'What wonderful memories you have! Fancy you still think about those funny games we used to play when we were children'."

"Oh, Susan!" Jill said, "She's interested in nothing now except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She was always a jolly been a bit too keen on growing up."

Suddenly I started being pulled back, farther away from everyone. I tried to fight the strange force, but I couldn't. I couldn't scream, I couldn't even whisper if I wanted to. There was no way to make everyone even know I had heard them. That I had been with them if only for a few seconds. That I believed in Narnia again. That I was ready to accept the truth.

But I couldn't. It was too late to tell them. I was pulling away fast.

Suddenly everything slowly faded into pure light and the head of a valiant lion was visible to me. I didn't need to be told. It was Aslan and I was ashamed of my past actions. How could I have said he was a fictional character when my imagination could not even imagine a figment of his glory.

"Daughter of Eve." He said to me, "How have you forgotten Narnia?"

Okay I know it wasn't too good of an ending for this chapter.

marinawings, kkfraggle11, Anorwen06, thanks for reviewing. I'll try to have the next chapter up soon..