More of Susan's Journey of self discovery! Pleas review. I know a lot of people have added this to their story alert, but it helps me if you review! I have had a lot of criticism on my other story so I wonder if that is affecting this story. Please let me know if it is unoriginal because then I can re-think my next story.

This chapter is probably kinda short but I just wrote a huge chapter for my other story so I am kinda tired.

-A Winter Chill

"Miss Pevensie," Mrs. Macready said entering Susan's room. She was there reading more of Peter's manuscript.

"Yes," Susan said looking up. The story that Peter had written had intrigued her so. Peter had single handedly captured the whole family in the descriptions of them; inside the story she felt as if they were near again.

"There is a Mr. Lee downstairs to see you," Mrs. Macready said then added in a more somber tone, "he was one of Peter's friends." Susan recognized the name as the man who had sent in the book. She instantly got up and Mrs. Macready showed her into the parlor in one of the downstairs rooms. She then saw Mr. Lee standing waiting for her. He was obviously a country boy; very young, simply dressed but also very handsome.

"Pleased to meet you sir," she said extending a hand toward him, "I am Susan Pevensie." He grasped her hand.

"I am Alexander Lee," he said, "it is a pleasure to finally meet a member of Peter's family. He was a great friend, we had a lot in common."

"Won't you sit down Mr. Lee" Susan asked motioning to a nearby sofa.

"No thank you," he said, "I have to leave soon, I just came by to welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Thats very kind of you," Susan said though she dearly wanted to ask him to tell her all about her brother.

"I trust that you are now in possession of Peter's book," he stated, "Peter told me that on the event of his death I must publish it at the company he said his younger sister worked at."

"I do have his book," she replied, "they await my approval before sending it to the presses."

"Well, I just wanted to welcome you and let you know that I live with my family a few miles away; Mrs. Macready knows our number. If you are ever in need of any assistance just give us a call."

"I will, thank you sir." He then started to walk out the door and suddenly turned around.

"I am very sorry for your loss, it has been really hard for the folks around here as well." She looked at the ground as tears threatened to come up again. "We loved Peter and the Professor. They were voices of wisdom in our community; and I dearly hope that you will not lock yourself up here. I hope that you will take the time to meet everyone as we all dearly want to meet you; Peter held you in the highest regard."

"Thank you sir," she said, "but I fear that I am nothing like Peter. I would disappointed you all."

"Well I must go," he said, "good day Miss. Pevensie."

"Good day Mr. Lee."

Susan explored more of the house that day. She found that there were many rooms throughout it and became particularly inspired by the music room. In it was a beautiful grand piano. Susan was drawn to it as she had not played piano since before her family's death. After that she did not visit the family home, so she had not seen a piano. She walked over to it and lay a hand on the keys. She saw a nearby piece of music lying on top of the piano. She played a line while still standing up, then she turned away and left the room.

She didn't want to remember the family gatherings, where Lucy would play beautiful pieces. She didn't want to remember really far back when her and Peter had first started learning how to play, how they would play duets for the family. She wanted the memories to be blotted out and erased.

She walked toward a boor that led into the back yard. Once out there she realized how extensive the grounds were. She saw that there was a forest back there, and she walked on toward a stream. It was all so beautiful that it took her in, offering her the peace that she had missed for so many months. For a brief moment she actually felt a slight feeling of happiness. She became so lost in it all that she decided to wade in the stream.

She walked through the stream and wandered into an apple grove on the other side. The apples tasted beautiful and fresh. She the heard a voice behind her.

"Peter," she was shocked; the voice belonged to Lucy. She turned and saw Lucy on a hill! She then saw behind Lucy, Peter running. Both were dressed medievally.

"There's Susan," Lucy said pointing toward Susan who started to run toward them. Peter ran and stood behind Lucy.

"Come one Sue," he said to her. She then blinked and they were gone. She squealed in fright and ran to where they had been standing to find nothing there. With that she collapsed in tears having nothing left to do.

"You're gone forever," she said, "I'll never see you again." She then looked up to the sky where fresh clouds had gathered and cried out in anguish. There truly was nothing left for her in the world as it the clouds began to rain on her.