They did whatever it took for me to be happy and safe. They loved me, and protected me. They acted like another pair of parents. But now, at this moment, I only feel fear. That's what happening to my heart. I fear that I may never see them again. I couldn't believe what the letter had said when that centaur have given it to us. Peter's eyes had so much tears when he read it to us. Susan feared that the White Witch might come after the rest of us. Peter tried to save Edmund, but never returned. We waited for hours. I couldn't take it and ran away, hoping I could find it. But what's a 7 year old girl going to do when she finds two heavy men? I am Lucy Pevensie, the youngest sibling.

Instead of finding my older brothers, Aslan, the great lion, had found me, and ordered me to evacuate this area. I wondered why back then, but now as I am a 13 year old teenager, I understand. It's been 6 years. The faces of the great Pevensies are fading. I cried for awhile, that they were taking me away from my family. The only family I have. 3 weeks later, they had given a note that Susan had returned to our world, leaving me alone. Back there, I thought, "Oh, she must be getting some supplies. She'll return." Now, I know what's so wrong with the world. I just don't get one thing ; why is the world this way? Why can't other people just understand other people's feelings? Why is that so hard?

2 years later, after getting the letter, I knew she wasn't coming back. She left for life. Why did she have to go? I know the answer to that one. I only knew when Aslan had overheard me asking myself. He told me, "Lucy, she didn't want to leave. But she knew she had to. Jadis might go after her and kill her. She tried to stay, and even fought back against everyone. She then lost, and she was back to her world." I knew she would think I was filled with happiness. But I'm not. I'm alone, sad, and I cry a lot. Narnia has changed, for sure. Many creatures are crying because of the event. Newsletter have gone out, with a fronting saying, "Pevensies Departed" or "Will they come back or stay apart?". It's all up to faith now. I am praying everyday for us to be together. Are we going to stay apart?

A war is said to be formed. I can't take the sight of it, anymore. Not after since I had to face the dreadful form of me finding about death. Peter had always told me, whenever dad was talking about the war, to never listen to this kind of subject. It wasn't right. Susan had always told me that girls she not even think of that cursed word. She even had made a list of words for the boys on not what to say. Peter had laughed at this, and so did Edmund. But I took it seriously. The list was important to me. Here's the list:

War Death (Die, Dies)
Hate (or hatred)
Fail(ing)
Unimportant Unworthy Idiot Stupid

It was a small list, but I liked it. It showed how much Susan didn't want us to be in trouble. Edmund was the trouble maker, though. But he was always the one to cheer people up when they were sad, or whenever they had a bad day.

Will life be ever the same?