Chapter 1
What Susan Saw At The Party
It has been nearly a whole year, since the horrible deaths of Peter, Edmund, and Lucy Pevensie, Digory Kirke, Polly Plummer, Eustace Scrubb, and Jill Pole on that horrible train wreck in 1949. Well, this story begins in the gorgeous home of the lovely Susan Pevensie. She (as you very well know) is all grown up and has been having the time of her life. She has traveled the globe and met various famous people. She has expressed dreams to one day become a famous actress in America. Susan has been taking various acting classes at a small theater in downtown London. She hopes to make her big break in the production of The Love Before Me (a rather boring play, I might add) where she will portray a bride, whose falls in love with someone else, a week before her wedding.
Susan's best friends Maggie and Molly Norman, the twins, came over to her house to help decorate for Susan's amazing party. Its going to be the hot spot of the evening.
"Su," said Maggie, holding up streamers, "where would like me to hang these?"
"Above the archway." called Susan, as she began to mess around with her brother Edmund's old radio. "Come on, I know you can work." She swatted the radio and it shut off completely. "Edmund's stupid old radio never works when I need it too!"
"Please, Susan, don't talk about poor Edmund like that." said Molly, entering the room. "It is a horrid thing. After all he was your younger brother."
"Molly, dear, I was only saying…." began Susan.
"I know exactly what you were saying Susan." said Molly, placing her hands on her hips. "You inherited a lot of money from your parents, since your brothers and sister died. Last year, you were a horrible wreck and now your making it seem like everything is okay. I don't like it, Susan."
"Come on, Molly, I was just…" began Susan again.
"I think I shall take this to Rupert." said Molly, cutting across her words again. She walked over to the radio and picked it up. "I'll see if he can do anything about it for your party."
"Thank-you," said Susan, kindly.
Molly nodded curtly and left.
"Su?" came Maggie's voice from the archway.
"Yes, Maggie, dear?" asked Susan, turning to face her.
"I remember, back in school, you use to always tell us those funny little stories about that world you made up. What was it again? Carnie? Nia? Jarnia?"
"Narnia," said Susan, remembering now. She hadn't thought of Narnia in years. She remembered how they played those little games of going into a wardrobe and going into another place where hundreds of years could pass in a year or two. How she had been given a bow, arrows, and a Horn by Father Christmas. A battle with the White Witch, Jadis, and setting King Caspian the Tenth on the throne at her old home of Cair Paravel.
"Have you forgotten your own stories, Su?" asked Maggie.
"No, no, of course not. But they were all childish stories. None of it were real at all." said Susan, rationally.
"I don't know, Su. You surely made it sound real. I use to dream of Fauns, Dwarfs, Naiads, Dryads, and talking animals." said Maggie.
"Well, you should had been around Peter, Edmund, and Lucy, much more often." said Susan. "They loved talking about those stories to Professor Kirke, (you remember I introduced you to him two summers ago) and Ms. Plummer, (remember she took us with her on holiday to Paris), along my cousin Eustace (who had surprisingly changed ever since Edmund and Lucy told him a story about Narnia), and his good friend Jill."
Maggie was silent afterward. She continue to hang streamers, while Susan finished cooking.
Within the next two hours, Molly had returned with a much better radio, along with records by famous singers of the 1940s and 50s. Susan's entire house was crowded with guests. She had squeezed her way through a pack of gossiping women over to the punch bowl. She had gotten herself a glass of punch and looked over at the clock, which read midnight. It was getting dreadfully late. But the party seemed to get more hyper as the hours went deeper into the morning. The moon was very high in the sky that night. Susan couldn't take her eyes off it. She had a slight memory of different star constellations and a much larger moon in the sky of another world. Then something flashed by the window. Something Susan had seen. But it couldn't be, she thought. How could it had been? What was is it doing here? And in this world?
Even though Susan had lost faith in the world of Narnia, its adventures and information hadn't truly left her mind. For she knew she had seen none other then an elf…………