This is by far, the shortest chapter. Honestly, though, I expected there to be a few more chapters before the end inevitably came. One would think that 25 pages in a Word document would result in more than 7 chapters.

Anyway, the first story is done. I have the sequel written, but it needs to be edited, and there's one more story I'd like to put on here before we get to the adventures of Prince Caspian. Hopefully, I can have that done in the next week or two. Feel free to bug me about it until it's done and posted. :D

Thanks to everyone who read this story. I hope it was enjoyable, at least a little bit.

Disclaimer: see chapter 1

Every year, I waited to hear of the White Stag. There would be rumors here and there, but the hunt I was so afraid of didn't happen until about twenty-six years after our arrival in Narnia. The Stag was supposed to grant a wish to whoever caught it, so when we heard the rumors of the animal roaming the Western Woods, my family was excited. A hunt was planned for the beginning of November.

I cleared my schedule of everything for the day before the hunt, and instead of attending meetings or helping my siblings with various things, I spent the day with my husband and my kids. We had fun the entire day. After dinner, I called my family to a family meeting in the sitting room. My seventeen-year-old twin daughters, Hannah and Faith, sat down on one of the couches with my oldest son, Brandon, who was nineteen. My fourteen-year-old son, James, sat next to my ten-year-old daughter, Alexandria on one of the loveseats. I sat next to my husband across from them. The meeting that followed was filled with tears as I told my children and my husband that I was leaving Narnia. They weren't exactly happy with the news, but there was nothing I could do about it. We stayed up late, just talking. I gave each of my kids a gift, something to remember me by. Finally, we went to bed. My daughters all congregated in Alexandria's room to sleep, and my sons went to Brandon's room. I climbed in bed with my husband, and we talked long into the night. He made me tell him what I knew about what was to come, and I just knew he would have a few surprises for me when I came back. He finally went to sleep, but I stayed up for a while longer, just looking at my husband, trying to memorize his face. Eventually, I got up and went into my office. There were so many things I wanted to say to the man I loved that I knew I wouldn't get to say before we were separated. With that in mind, I wrote him a letter, filled with everything I couldn't say. I poured my heart out, and when I was finally done, I was crying. I sealed it and hid it until I could put it somewhere where he would see it after I'd left. Once that was done, I went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining on my face. Bran was already up, but when he saw that I was awake, he came over to me with a plate of breakfast. I ate quickly, and then got dressed as fast as I could. By the time that was done, it was nearly 10 in the morning, but the hunt wasn't scheduled to start until around 1, so Bran and I spent about an hour talking with each other. I'd decided to give him a gift to remember me by: the book I'd received from Father Christmas all those years ago. It was well-used. The book was magic, and would show me different things every time I opened it. Sometimes it would show me pictures of the family I'd left behind in America. Sometimes it would show me letters that Bran had written to me when we were apart. I hoped that by leaving it with Bran, it would help alleviate a tiny bit of the pain that my leaving had created.

After about an hour with Bran, just talking and resting, my kids came in, and I proceeded to spend the next two hours with them, laughing and teasing and talking. Finally, it was nearly time for me to leave. In those last, precious moments with my family, I made sure to give them each a hug and kiss, and whisper words of love in their ear. I didn't want to leave them without making sure they knew I loved them. The last thing I did before I left to join my family, was to take the letter I'd written to Bran and place it on his pillow.

I reached the courtyard where my siblings were waiting. Before I mounted up on Amata, I made sure to go around to each of them and tell them I loved them. I gave Amata one last hug before I mounted her, and we set off, bantering and laughing. We spent a few hours looking for the Stag before we happened across the lantern burning in a clearing. I knew what it stood for, but the others didn't seem to recognize it at first, but then Lucy seemed to remember that the entrance to the wardrobe was near and she started toward it. The others followed her. I took one last look at the land I loved, and then knelt. I sent one last prayer to Aslan, praying that he would keep my family safe, and then my eyes closed, and I blacked out.

I woke up on the couch in my apartment. Only a moment had passed since I'd left. All of my roommates were still out, but I knew they'd be back soon. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, so I went into my room and closed the door. For the rest of the night, I went through all of my memories of Narnia and everything that had happened in that wonderful land. I cried off and on, knowing that it would be a long time before I saw my family again, but I knew that Aslan would take care of them. At some point or another, I noticed that I was still wearing my wedding ring and my Advisor ring, and the realization made me weep. I silently promised myself that I'd never take it off.

It was a strange feeling, being 18 again. In Narnia, I had just turned 45. I knew that the 26 years spent in another country had changed me, and I resolved not to let myself go back to the girl I'd been before I spent a lifetime in another country. With that resolution in mind, I started looking up different things and making plans. I didn't know if I'd ever go back to Narnia, but I wanted to be prepared if I did.