Disclaimer: I still don't and never will own Narnia
Chapter Four"Here it is," I turned to look at him with a smile, "Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to ask your name!"
"My name is Caspian." The man said, "And you are?"
I hesitated. Caspian… no, it couldn't be. This man was older than the boy I known from Narnia and, anyways, how would Caspian come to this world. He was in Narnia with my brothers and sister and everybody. I was here alone.
"My name is Susan." I finally answered, "I'll leave you to get settled. You can go anywhere in the mansion you like. Most of the rooms are empty, but they're enchanting to look at. I'll, um, call you when breakfast is ready."
"Thank-you." Caspian said, before I walked away to the kitchen.
There could be another Caspian other than the one I had met in Narnia. It was an unusual name, but if there were no one with that name, who was the Caspian Sea named after?
I tried to convince myself it was a different Caspian. Years of not believing will do that to you, I guess.
I was confused. Was it possible that the dream of my family and friends in Narnia was something I dreamed about for sheer comfort? But what comfort did it give me. Only sadness of acknowledging what they thought of me. Maybe loneliness brought the dream on. But I wasn't sure.
Grief and pain clouded my vision; what had I become? What had I forgotten? This things roamed my mind as I started to make breakfast that morning.
"Breakfast is ready!" I called as I walked into Caspian's room. His room was empty. He must be exploring the mansion. I remember the first time I was here. We were playing hide and go seek and then Lucy went to Narnia… or at least she said she did. Was Narnia really real?
I walked up the stairway to the room with the wardrobe. How did I know he'd be there of all places? He looked up at me when I entered the room and greeted me with a smile.
"I knew you'd be up here," I told him. "On my first trip to this house as a child, we used to love this old wardrobe. It was the center of so many games. There was something about it. Something we couldn't just walk away from."
"What types of games did you play?" Caspian asked, curiously.
"Well, we used to say we went to this magical land called Narnia." I shook my head, bitterly. "It was so enchanting, I swear, we almost believed it was real. I don't know how, it was so farfetched. In 'Narnia'," I paused for a second, just long enough to see the glimmer in Caspian's eye disappear. "In Narnia, animals could talk. Not all animals could, mind you, just the good, peace-loving ones. There was a special animal, a lion, Aslan, I think his name was. This lion, Aslan, was the king and yet, we, my brothers and sister and me, were all royalty. Lucy and I were queens, and Edmund and Peter were kings." I shook my head. "As I said, it was crazy, how can four people all be the ruler of one land? It makes no sense!"
"Narnia is real." I heard him whisper, mournfully. "They were right. You are not the same."
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," He said, shaking his head, "Nothing."
"Well, um, breakfast is ready." I said, "I made pancakes, so we might want to eat them before they get cold."
I had a day off school today so I had a lot of time to write. Marinawings and Greyhound Master thanks for reviewing. I hope you like the next chapter.