Now she will be brought back to the place where it all began

-A Winter Chill

Susan sat on a couch in the living room of her apartment. She stared at the windows in front of her. From them she could see her family's home. The family lawyer had helped her settle the home. She sold most of the furniture, some of it she brough to the apartment. She also had boxes of some of her siblings things piled in the living room.

She stood up and approached a box of things that had belonged to Lucy and opened it. On top of a large amound of things was a diary that Lucy had written. Tears rolled down Susan's eyes as she glimpsed her sisters handwriting. She turned to the middle of the book, where Lucy's handwriting got better and she read an entry.

Dear Diary

Its been 3 weeks since me and Edmund returned from Narnia and though we were told that we would never go back I know we will. I miss Reepicheep, Tumnas, and Trumpkin. Most of all I miss HIM, my dearest closest friend...

The page was blotted so Susan could not read the word written. She puzzled over the entry. Narnia? What was Lucy talking about. Edmund went to? Where? Narnia? She then realized that Lucy had a habit of pretending things and she had probably made up some adventure and dragged her brother into it. Susan then put the diary down and moved over to the box of Edmund's stuff. It was filled with many books and sports equipment. Edmund also had some fencing equipment there, he was one of the top fencers in London even at his young age.

Lastly she opened the box of Peters things which was mostly empty. Peter did not live with the family. He had moved to live with Professor Kirk after he had graduated from Oxford. He had studied many different things but he mainly focused on Medieval legends and fantasy. She had once heard him mention a book he was writing. Tears continued flowing doe her face as she remembered her strong older brother. She cried as she realized that she would never be able to read his book.

Standing up she opened Lucy's box again and pulled out a book of things Lucy had drawn. Lucy was an amazing artist and every picture in the book was filled with great detail. In the middle of the book was one that caught Susan's eye. The pictue was of a Lion, both great and beautiful but also terrible. Susan could not read the inscription at the bottom of the page but she looked into the eyes of the picture. She suddenly felt a familiar strange sensation.

I still remember the world form the eyes of a child

Slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now

Where had me heart gone?

An uneven trade from the real world

Oh I, I want to go back to

Believing in everything

And knowing nothing else

I still remember the sun always warm on my back

Somehow it seems colder now

Where has my heart gone

trapped in the eyes of a stranger

O I, I want to go back to believing in everything.

It was as if a song was playing in her mind. A memory hit her. There was a lion, and a pavilion. The we kneeling before him. It once again slipped away. She slammed the book closed and looked up toward the window. The sun was setting, but for her it had already set.

"I'm looking for a Miss Susan Pevensie, I was told I could find her here," a tall man with grey hair asked Alison. He had a suit on and held a brief case in his hand. Susan was at her desk examining a list of young aspirating authors which she had to deal with soon.

"She is over there sir," Alison said, "though a little busy so I caution you that she may be a little upset by an interruption."

"Yes madam," me said bowing then walking over to Susan's desk.

"Miss Susan Pevensie?" he said. Susan looked up from her work slightly. She was shocked to see someone so important looking before her.

"Yes that is me," she said.

"I am Mr. Manson," he said holding his hand out to her.

"Pleased to meet you," she said shaking his hand. She did not smile though. The incidents of the night before had left her a little out of sorts.

"I am the type of man who likes to get straight to the point," he said, "so I won't waste your time. I am the lawyer of Professor Digory Kirk. You know him of course."

"Yes sir," she replied slightly surprised to hear the name of her brothers good friend when she realized that he had died in the train wreck as well. She looked down at some of the papers she had on her desk.

"The reason I am here is his estate," the man went on, "he seems to have left everything to you." She looked up suddenly with a look of shock on her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked stumbling for words.

"Yes quite sure," the man said opening his brief case, "Professor Kirk came to me a few years ago with some names saying they were a list of his inheritors." The man then pulled out some papers. "The estate was originally left to your brother Peter, but it was stated in the will that if Peter was also gone or unable to receive the estate then everything would pass to you." He held the papers out.

She took them and saw the amount of money she was being left along with the estate.

"Are you sure that I am the right person," she stumbled again over her words. She had spoken to the professor many times before, in fact her and her siblings had stayed with him during the great war. She was overall shocked that he would consider her as someone to leave everything to.

"You are Miss Susan Pevensie are you not?" he asked with a smile on his face. She nodded.

"But why me?" she asked dumbfounded.

"He left a letter for you," the man took out a letter with her name on it, "and you see he has not family, you are the only one on his will that is actually alive. Your two younger siblings were next in line."

"I just can not believe it," she spoke the words emptily.

"Well you better believe it," he said with a smile, "you are now a very wealthy woman." She stook shoked as he went over all the details of the will to her.

Susan sat in her living room again, this time holding the letter from the professor. She opend it and began reading.

Susan,

If you are reading this I assume that Peter and I are both gone, probably to Narnia. You may be puzzled upon receiving this letter along with the massive amount of money and land I am leaving to you. I just want to let you know that there is a reason for everything. I was going to leave it to Peter alone, when he came to me one night and told me that he did not think that he would be around to receive it. He felt the pull of Narnia, Susan as did I. I went to my lawyer and made a list of people to pass everything to should Peter not survive. I realized that you may be the only one left of them. Though you no longer believe in Narnia, I caution you to look beyond what is logical and reasonable. You grew up too hard Susan. You may still be running from the reality of Narnia. I am telling you now that HE may have to bar you from peace should you keep your back turned on your true self. Queen Susan the gentle of the golden age of Narnia.

I now tell you that when you get to the house there is a letter from Peter waiting for you in the wardrobe. I hope that you dear one find it somehow in your heart to believe again in the power that made you who you were today. Surely you can not have become so hard as to forget all that you had learned. Be safe DLF and find us somehow. We are waiting for you in the land beyond, come join us soon.

-Professor Digory Kirk

Susan looked up from the letter puzzled. She did not remember Narnia. What she did remember was a game that she had played with her siblings. That was it, Narnia was not a real place, just a game. She stood up and looked through Lucy's diary again and came upon one entry that caused her to cry more.

Dear diary

I mourn for Susan, for I feel his call on me and I know that she will not be coming back with us. She has turned her back on Narnia and on...

The area was once again blottched out of her sight. Would she never know who this mysterious person they were telling her about was? Was it her lot in life to suffer?