Chapter 2
The Elf
The very thought of having seen an elf nearly a week ago remained on Susan's mind. She could hardly think of anything else. It was as though she had become entirely obsessed with finding it. The night she had seen it, she had quickly ran outdoors to find any trace of it, but found nothing at all. Then another thought had crossed Susan's mind. Why was she trying to find an elf? Why? What was the importance? So what, if an elf got out of Narnia and into London. It wasn't her responsibility anymore. Or was it….
Susan had always found closure by visiting the graves of her departed parents, brothers and sister. She stared blankly at Peter and Edmund's headstones.
"Oh, Mom, Dad, Peter and Edmund." began Susan, for at that moment she had begun to cry. "What has happened? Oh please, why did you have to leave me?" She looked over at Lucy's headstone. "Poor, poor, little Lucy. What's happened? You were all so young and it shouldn't have ended this way."
"Right you are, your Majesty!" came a high pitch voice.
Susan turned around very quickly to find a female Elf, sitting on a headstone. Its short legs swinging.
"I knew I wasn't imagining!" said Susan.
"Hello, your Majesty!" said the Elf, kindly.
"Who are you?!" said Susan.
"Why, I am Paravtia the Elf of Narnia."
"Well, Paravtia, what do you want here?" asked Susan.
"I have come to speak to your Grace." said Paravtia.
"But, I am not a Queen!" said Susan, stamping her foot. "Those were silly stories my brothers and sister made up for fun, when we were children!"
"Now, dear Queen, you know as well as I that Narnia and all its residence are real. That you did rule at Cair Paravel during the Golden Age of Narnia and restore King Caspian the Tenth to the throne." said the Elf.
"Elf, how did you get here? Why are you here? And out of every Son of Adam or Daughter of Eve in the world, you appear to me?" said Susan.
"I have searched the world for a year your Majesty." said Paravtia, kindly. "Its taken a bit of magic, luck, and faith to finally find you."
"A year?" said Susan. "So, only a year has passed in Narnia?"
"Actually, a two thousand, five hundred, and thirty-six years have passed since you've been there last. But as of late, only a year has passed." said Paravatia.
"That long?" said Susan.
The Elf nodded and hopped off the headstone.
"The poor Majesties." said the Elf sadly. "They need your help."
"Poor Majesties," began Susan. ", you don't mean…."
"The High King Peter, King Edmund, and Queen Lucy? Yes, I do indeed." said the Elf.
"What's happened to them?" said Susan. "Tell me."
"A tale that I have been sent here to speak, your Majesty." said the Elf, taking a seat on the grass. Susan also sat down.
"My story begins right after the arrival of your Majesties royal siblings….." began the Elf.