Thanks to all who are commenting, I am becoming quite attached to this story! I love some of the charaters I have coming next!

-A Winter Chill

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"Susan," she heard a voice. There was darkness all around her, then she saw a doorway standing 10 feet ahead of her. Standing in the doorway was Peter.

"Peter," she cried out. She tried to run to him but she couldn't move.

"Susan," he repeated, "how could you forget us, how could you forget you land, how could you forget yourself."

"No Peter, I didn't mean to," she cried out still struggling trying to move.

"It's not to late Susan," he said. Then she saw Lucy and Edmund standing next to him.

"Susan," Lucy yelled, "Come back to us before its too late, we're waiting for you." Susan moved trying to reach the doorway. Then she saw it was closing and she heard a voice.

"The door will soon be bared, your in a race against time. You have one more chance."

"No," she cried out, "no, no, Peter, Lucy, Edmund!"

"We're waiting for you Sue," Edumnd said as the door closed. She was enveloped in a terrible darkness. Suddenly she was able to move, so she ran forward to where the door was and there was nothing.

"Its to late," she heard a cold voice say, "you are mine now." She turned around and saw a terrible woman, with blond hair dressed in white. She looked hard and cruel. Susan stumbled over backwards. She looked up and the woman raised a wand toward her.

"No," she yelled in terror.

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Susan awoke from the dream in a cold sweat and realized she was still in the train.She looked around her in fear, the dream had been so real. She looked down and on her lap was Peters book, she still had not opened it. She pulled of the string that held the manuscript and opened to the dedication. She saw this written on it:

For my dearest little sister Lucy who not only helped me discover Narnia, but has also advised me in what to write in this book. I thank her dearly for everything she has done.

Susan looked up, a tear formed in her eye. She remembered when all the Narnia talk had began, it was a place Lucy had made up during the war to help them escape the harsh realities of what was going on around them. Susan remembered Lucy even saying it was real, but Susan knew better. It was all a game they had played; nothing more. She looked at the pasing fields as she reminded herself over and over that it was all a game.

Soon she opened to the next page. The whole first chapter was about the four Pevensie childerns experiences during the bombings. Susan soon realized that this was like a autobiography for Peter, he was detailing a story that he believed happened to him. Perhaps he would explain in the book that Narnia was a made up place. She dearly hoped that he wouldn't confuse anyone. She was appalled that at his age he still played those games with Lucy and Edmund, she would have thought that they would all grow up and stop pretending. She then remembered her dream; why were they waiting for her.

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Susan got off the train at the small country train stop. It was a little less beaten and battered as she had remembered. She looked around it as memories of standing on the platform with her siblings filled her mind. She walked off the platform and looked up the road waiting for the housekeeper just as she had done years before. She saw in the distance a horse and carriage coming up the road and wondered how Mrs. Macready had not gotten a horseless carriage yet.

"Miss Susan Pevensie," Mrs. Macready said stopping in front of her. Susan looked at the many bags she had brought; since she planned on staying a long time and maybe even living in the house she had decided to bring quite a lot of things.

"Mrs. Macready, I am pleased to meet you again," she said. The woman looked a lot older than she had remembered. Susan realized that she was probably near death.

"I am pleased to meet my new boss, I hope I may continue to manage the estate under you," She said to Susan.

"Yes," Susan said, "I was going to ask you to stay, I am unsure how to manage the house." Susan started putting her bags in the back of the carriage.

"I can help you miss," Mrs. Macready said.

"It's alright," Susan said, "I got it." She finished putting her bags in the back of the carriage and then sat next to Mrs. Macready who drove her up to the house. She remembered when she had first seen that enormous home with her siblings. Fresh tears threatened to spill but she held them back. The carriage stoped in front of the house. Susan was about to take out her bags when an older man rushed to her aid.

"I am Mr. Walters," he said introducing himself, "I take care of most of the grounds madam."

"Thank you for your consideration," she said. Mrs. Macready then came and assisted Susan in carrying some of her bags. Mr. Walters took care of the horse and carriage.

As Susan entered the house memories tried to flood her mind; she blotted them out knowing that they threatened to bring out fresh tears.

"Do you have a long distance telephone installed?" Susan asked the housekeeper.

"Yes," the housekeeper responded, "you'll find we've kept up with most of the latest technology, but we couldn't bear to retire the horses." Susan was surprised at the general niceness of the house keeper; She remembered quite a different person. The housekeeper led her to a room upstairs.

"This place is incredible," Susan said, "I can not really believe it; I mean coming back here after all this time."

"This is one of the main rooms with the best view," Mrs. Macready said. Susan walked inside and was in awe of how large it was. She then remembered what she had wanted to ask.

"Where did Peter stay?" She asked the elderly housekeeper.

"I'll take you there, I should have known you'd want to see that," Mr. Macready led her to another large room. Susan only glimpsed inside and she saw traces of her brother everywhere.

"Down the hall was his study, we left everything the way it was when he left for London that one morning." Susan was amazed by how much the simple room reminded her of her brother.

"Thank you, Mrs. Macready," Susan said giving the housekeeper a hug.

"I'll return to my duties," the elderly housekeeper said, "feel free to explore, the house is yours."

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Susan opened the door to Peter's study and walked inside. There she saw many books, journals, and papers stacked all around the room. She looked toward the main desk which was clean except for a few stacks of papers. She then walked toward the desk and picked up one stack.

Note on Characters of Narnia

She looked at it for a moment, and decided to see what the other papers were. She picked up the next stack.

Lucy's Drawings of Narnia

Susan remembered the beautiful artistry she had found in her sisters book and she started looking through the pictures. The first one she came to was of a lamp post in a snowy forest, similar to the memory that she had had a few days before. She was amazed to find her memory perfectly portrayed in this photo. She looked at the next one which was of a faun carrying a large amount of packages. Somehow something inside her stirred with recognition. A few pictures later she found one of a lion, just like the first one. It was staring at her, yet she did not know why she felt strange when she looked at it. She put the stack of drawings down as fresh tears came to her eyes.

She then walked over to something she recognized. There in a far corner of the room was a wardrobe. The wardrobe that Lucy had claimed led to Narnia years ago. Susan remembered how silly they had all been to make up Narnia with Lucy. She walked over to it and saw the lion carved into an area of the wardrobe. She dropped her hand in disbelief. This lion was popping up everywhere Narnia was.

She proceeded to open the door of the wardrobe. It was empty. She then decided to walk inside, though she didn't know why. She felt a strange sensation as if she had done this before but once she got to the back it was all over. She put her hands on the wood and let her tears fall. The last time she had seen this wardrobe was with her siblings. She would never see them again.

She sat down with her back to the back of the wardrobe letting herself cry again. Would if ever end? The pain she felt was still very present even after 3 months. She moved her hands along the bottom on the wardrobe when she felt a piece of paper. She picked it up and got out of the wardrobe. When she came into the light she realized that it was an envelope with her name on it: she then remembered the Professors letter. This was Peter's last letter to her. Realizing what she was holding, Susan tore at the envelope and took out the letter.

Dear Susan, I am sure by this time you have become aware of your inheritance and that you have heard of my book. Sue, words are difficult to find at this time. I am gone now, and I know what you must be suffering alone there in the cold world, but Sue I want to help you. I had my friend Alex send my book to the publishing company you work at because I wanted you to read it so bad should I die. I want you to remember, to see, to hear the sights and sounds of Narnia again. You willingly abandoned Narnia when you heard that you would never be coming back! I know because I almost did the same thing! I felt that it would be better to forget than to never see it again, but that is wrong. Susan we really were going to be able to go back, when we were done with our lives there. Now my life is over where you are, but be assured that I am now in Narnia. Susan HE wants you here! HE's been trying to call you from afar, but you haven't listened. It's not to late! Get my book published, and search my things for I have written 5 others. They are "The Chronicles of Narnia" and it is up to you to make sure they make it to the world. We are waiting for you Sue, but as we wait we know that you have a life to live there and that when it is all over we will be reunited. Do not loose faith for ASLAN still is waiting for you. He has made provision for you should you heed the signs and follow them. I hope that you will be here soon. - Your loving brother, Peter Pevensie.

Susan put down the letter and looked toward the windows as it begun to rain. How would she ever be able to believe again? Was what Peter telling her true?