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Some time later
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Susan sat quietly down as she let the news sink in. Everyone was gone. A tear rolled down her cheek. Peter, Edmund, Lucy, her parents, Professor Kirke, Eustace, Miss Polly, and even Eustace's friend. All had perished in one fatal accident. How could this happen? WHY did this happen?
The next few weeks passed in a blur. Much of the funeral planning fell to her and her uncle and aunt. Between that and sympathizers dropping by at all hours of the day, Susan had barely a moment's rest. She resented it then, but as soon as those distractions were out of the way, Susan began to wish for something to keep her thoughts from the inevitable.
For a week, Susan shut herself up in the now empty house. She began going through everyone's personal belongings. While looking through a drawer of Peter's things, Susan found his diary. She hesitated for a moment, and then flipped to his last entry.
Well, it's settled. We are all to meet on the platform. I will bring with me the rings to send Jill and Eustace to Narnia. . .
Susan could read no further.
"They died for a fantasy," she thought calmly.
"They lived for a dream, and died trying to prove it's existence!" she screamed to the silent house. How could life be so cruel.
With so many emotions flooding her, Susan did the only thing that helped her sort things through. She started to paint. Half blinded by tears, Susan poured out all her anger, frustration, grief, longing, hurt, and her whole soul onto the empty canvas. When she finished her cry she looked to see what she had painted. She then wiped her eyes to make sure that they were not playing tricks on her. Indeed, they were not, for before her she saw a painting of a hill. On that hill, a giant, stone tablet stood, cracked, and just behind it, bringing the sunrise, was a great lion. His mane billowed behind him and his majestic head was lifted in a triumphant roar. To his left, two figures stood. Their faces were filled with joy, awe, and amazement. Susan chocked as she recognized one as Lucy, and the other as herself.