Ok! Here is the fourth part of The Last Queen of Narnia. Thank you for your patience! I didn't know people actually liked my story, but I've received a few emails asking me to continue. I had stopped for a while, but then I read a short story about Susan which made me rather upset, so I continued my version. If you like it, please review, so I know. If you don't, review and tell me what I could do better!

My memories were interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

"Susan!" My uncle called, "An Alice Darling is here to see you. I ignored him as usual. The last person I wanted to see at that moment was Alice Darling, Peter's fiancée. She had already been around several times and each time I refused to meet her. "She has brought us a supper. You really should come out." I rolled over and faced away from the door. I had never really paid Alice much attention. She was a plain looking girl who was more than a little odd. I never understood what Peter saw in her.

My mind drifted back to the night of the Christmas dance. As I lay there, I thought of how foolish I had been. How could I have actually believed in Narnia? It was completely impossible. How could I have believed that I was once a queen of an entire country? How could I have believed that lions could talk…But I did. And so I told Abigail.

"Do you believe in other worlds?" I asked, sitting next to her on my bed. She didn't answer right away. She stared at me, surprise written all over her face.

"What do you mean?" She asked, "Like other planets?"

"No!" I said, getting more and more excited, "Another world entirely! You see, all the planets and everything are in our world. But there are other worlds, other places entirely!"

"I see," she said slowly, "and how do you get to these other worlds?"

"Well, there are many ways. I've gone two ways myself, but I've heard of other…"

"Wait," Abigail stopped me, "you mean, you've been to these…other worlds?"

"Only one." I said.

"And how did you get there?"

"The first time, I followed my sister through a wardrobe."

"A wardrobe?" Abigail said, lifting an eyebrow.

"I know, it sounds impossible."

"And, what is this world called?"

"Narnia," I whispered. I hadn't meant to, but the word felt too wonderful on my tongue to say loudly.

"Right," Abigail stood up. "And are their talking rabbits and a queen who yells, "Off with your head?""

I laughed. I knew she was referring to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, which happened to be one of my favorite books. "Not quite. There are talking animals. And there was an evil queen."

"Really?" Abigail sat down and leaned in close to me. "What do the talking animals say?"

"Well, anything we can. I remember two lovely beavers in particular." Abigail laughed. "It's true." I added simply.

"Why," she said, her expression changed, "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Yes…" I said cautiously. "I am. And I knew I could tell you."

"Could you take me to this world?" She asked.

"No," I said. My heart sank as I said it. The pain that accompanied my last memory of Narnia was still very real. "I can't go back. Neither can Peter. We're too old."

"Peter?" She asked, surprised. "You mean, your brother?"

"Yes," I answered. "You do believe me don't you?"

"Of course I do!" Abigail said gaily. "What are friends for?" And with that, she wound her arm through mine and we left for the dance. We separated and I went to find Lucy. She, Martha and I made our way slowly to the dining hall where the dance was to be held, after all, high heels are painful.

The hall was decorated with Christmas trees and a band played Christmas songs from the stand at the end of the hall. Lucy and I spotted Peter and Edmund. We walked over and greeted them. "Hello," Peter said. He looked very handsome except for a new, shiny, black eye.

"Peter!" Lucy and I shouted in unison.

"What did you do this time?" I asked.

"It was my fault really," Edmund stepped forward.

"Thanks Ed, but I don't think right now is the time to talk about it." He smiled and dismissed the issue with a kingly wave of his hand. "Now, which of you three lovely ladies would like to dance?"

"You go a head; I'm supposed to meet someone." I waved goodbye and started searching for Abigail. After a while, I gave up and went to the bathroom. I was safely hidden behind one of the stalls, when Abigail and her clique entered.

"But she must have been joking!" A girl said.

"I thought so too, but she was completely serious." Abigail answered.

"I always thought Susan was more sensible than that."

"Well, she must have hit her head over the summer." Abigail said, which caused the girls to giggle. I froze. My hand was pressed against the stall door, but I lowered it slowly.

"So, did she say what the country was called?" Another girl asked.

'Not country, Lisa, world." Abigail managed to say between giggles. "And I think she called it Narnina or something. I don't know. But that isn't the worst part."

"Oh dear…" a girl gasped.

"She said her brother went with her!"

"Edmund?" Someone asked.

No, not him. I always knew he was a bit off, but her older brother, Peter."

"You mean, the tall one, with the dreamy blue eyes?" Another asked, giggling even harder.

"That's right! Isn't it awful?" Abigail sighed. "I was planning on making him my beau.

"Well, maybe she was lying." A girl piped in.

"Of course she was lying. What do you take me for?"

"No, I meant, about Peter. Maybe he doesn't believe in this other country."

"World!" Abigail said and all the girls collapsed in laugher. "You're right. I suppose I'll have to ask him, won't I?" Finally, all the girls left in yet another fit of giggles. I stayed where I was for a few more seconds before I pushed the door open and walked towards a mirror. I stared at myself for a long while, not really sure of what I saw.

Abigail hadn't believed me after all. I was angrier with myself than I was with her. I shouldn't have told her, but she had seemed like she really cared about me. My tears smudged my makeup, which made me even angrier. I had learned my lesson. I would never tell anyone about Narnia again. I took a deep breath and wiped under my eyes as best I could.

When I re-entered the hall, the first thing I saw was Peter waltzing with Abigail. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Maybe he would say it was a joke. Please Peter, I pleaded silently, say it's a joke. The song ended and Abigail left Peter to rejoin her friends. I couldn't decide who to go to first. I didn't have to. Peter caught sight of me and lost no time in hurrying over to me.

"Susan," he began, and I immediately felt like a disobedient daughter.

"What?" I snapped. I felt guilty, and still very angry.

"You told Abigail about Narnia." He said, crossing his arms over his chest, but it looked more like he was defending himself than advancing on me.

"So?" I said, putting my hands on my hips. "Lucy told Martha."

"She talked to me first." Now I was beginning to be mad at him. "I knew she wouldn't tell. But Abigail…"

"I don't have to ask your permission to talk to my friends. You aren't my father, Peter." He opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off. "And you aren't High King here."

"Susan, calm down." He said, running his hand through his hair. "All I meant was that you need to be more careful about who you tell."

"I can tell anyone I want." I said.

"Su," Peter said gently, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right? You seem upset…" I pulled away from him.

"Of course. I'm fine. Are you going to tell me what Abigail said or not?"

"She asked me if I've ever been to Narnia. And I asked her who told her. She said you, and I said that I had." The knot in my stomach tightened.

"And then?" I asked, my mouth was dry.

"She started asking me all sorts of questions about it. I didn't tell her anything. I could tell she didn't believe me. She was just being rude."

"But you said you had been to Narnia," I said, more to myself than to him.

"Of course I did. I don't think I could lie about that." He couldn't. But I could. I found Abigail dancing with another boy; I waited for the song to finish. When it did, she headed straight for me. I made sure to speak first. I started laughing.

"My brother told me that you believed me about Narnia!" As soon as the icy words fell from my lips, my legs felt weak beneath me. I was suddenly cold. The knot didn't loosen. It tightened. Abigail stopped dead and looked surprised. Then she smiled.

"Me?" She asked. "Don't be silly! I could tell you were joking! You're brother on the other hand…"

"He keeps it up for Lucy. She still believes in it. It was a game we used to play. Every word hurt more and more.

"Well, enough with this Narnina business." Abigail picked up a box of Turkish Delight from a nearby table. She offered me some as she continued. "We need to find you a boy to dance with." I smiled and selected a piece of the candy. It tasted wonderful, for a moment I forgot how horrible I felt. As she slipped her arm around my waist, I looked over my shoulder. Peter and Lucy were waltzing while Edmund and Martha were talking excitedly. Part of me longed to join them, but then Abigail introduced me to Mark Benson, a boy I had been crushing on for years. And the small part was ignored.