A/N: this is weird. True. But I want to prove that Susan really just tried to protect herself from disappointment. RR please!
She had looked in the libraries of her school. Nothing was there. Encyclopedias which she once thought contained all the delights of the world. Again – nothing.
Susan had the strange feeling that she was going crazy.
She remembered; oh how she remembered. Her archery. Her reign. Her crown, her chambers. Her people. Yet her life – her wonderful life was never recorded – never even happened – in England.
Susan wondered if it was ever more than a dream.
It was all a dream, wasn't it? Aslan, Narnia, Jadis. What else would it be? Oh, how she had loved that dream. But she would never, never, never go back. No, she must forget it. Aslan had told her never again would she return. If she were to believe herself (something which was becoming difficult), she knew, more now than ever, she must forget.
She must forget her husband. She must forget the ocean. She must forget the luscious, rolling green. Her horse. She must forget the bond between her siblings.
So Susan did what was best for her. Susan Forgot.
Aslan – just the Turkish word for lion. Nothing particularly great there – a big cat.
Dryads were fictional "tree spirits". Ha. As if trees had spirits. Susan could never quite convince herself of that though – the dryads whom she had danced with always stayed in the back of her mind. So she never looked closely at a tree again.
She couldn't shoot for her life, she had developed a fear of war.
Susan had broken her love to make herself happy. But in her forced obliviousness, Susan missed out on happiness in the end. But Susan never knew that.
