Now time to start a more romantic relationship for Susan. Poor Susan. And I was reading "The Voyage of The Dawn Treader" again today when i noticed that it said that the Professor had become poor. I am going to disregard that because I forgot about it, and it works so much better if Susan is in the home where it all began so, thats gone.

-A Winter Chill

The Saturday of the picnic came and Susan was quite overcome. She did not feel much like meeting new people, but she knew that Peter had know these people and any connection to her brother was a good one. That morning when she woke up she looked through her things and noticed that most of them were black. She had been wearing black since the accident and she was not about to stop. She selected an outfit that she thought would work for the outing and pinned part of her hair back. She was now ready.

She met Mrs. Macready by the door and they both proceeded to a cab that Susan had called up. Mrs. Macready told the driver the address of the picnic and he drove them there.

When Susan got out of the cab she was impressed. There were 3 tables of food and people running around everywhere. Children were playing games and adults were in groups talking. She turned to Mrs. Macready who motioned for her to keep going. They were met at the front gate by Alexander.

"Welcome to our party Miss Pevensie," he said with a nod, "I am glad you could come."

"I'm gald I could make it," Susan said with a fake smile. She felt very odd in a place where no one knew her.

"Eliza," he said to a girl walking by, the girl stopped, "this is Miss Susan Pevensie, Peter Pevensies sister." Eliza walked forward.

"Really," she said with a large smile, "I am glad to make your acquaintance," she said talking over for her brother, "I am Miss Eliza Berta."

"Eliza lives a few miles away from here," Alexander said, "her and her husband Carl own the manor that you must have seen on your way here."

"Yes, I saw it," Susan said, she was a bit overwhelmed with having to be introduced to people.

"Its a grand place, is it not," Eliza said with a giggle, "I hope you will all excuse me, I have to go greet someone." She ran in the direction of another girl yelling out in excitement. Susan was a little flustered by the way people in the country behaved. She saw that Mrs. Macready had settled in a group of older women that she presumably knew.

"Come along Miss Pevensie," Alexander said holding out his arm. She took and and he led her toward the party.

"So have you read Peter's book?" Susan asked him.

"Yes I have," he said, "Your brother told me the stories before he wrote them, and he was helping me write my own. He was an amazing person."

"Indeed he was," Susan said, "I wish I had known him better."

"He always spoke very highly of you," Alexander continued, "I think he was sorry that he was never there for you."

"His studies kept him very busy, I understand."

"Graduation from Oxford is not an easy thing."

"Did he ever love anyone?" Susan asked "was there a girl in his life."

"There were a few who wanted to be in his life," Alexander said, "but he always told me that he wouldn't marry until he was finished with his books and studies. He really enjoyed learning."

"Do you know where he kept his other books, Mr. Lee."

"Please call me Alex," he said, "I despise formalities."

"Then call me Susan, I feel the same way."

"Well I do know something about where he kept his other books," Alex continued, "But I am not exactly sure, he was very secretive about his work."

"Why was that," Susan asked, suddenly intrigued by her brothers habit.

"He had many professors coming around to discuss thing with him. That boy could think and run circles around them in logic as if he had lived two lives, but you know that don't you." Alex stopped and looked Susan in the eye. She was a little confused. Was he trying to say that the stories were true? That Peter had been a king?

"I am not quite sure I understand," Susan said.

"Well anyway, he hid his work from some of the poky professors, though there was one in particular though that he opened up to," Alex said.

"Well if you know a little about where he hid his work," Susan said, "maybe you would like to come around sometime and help me find it."

"Gladly Susan," he said as they passed a group of young people starting an organized country dance. Susan watched them with a look of delight on her face. It had been forever since she had danced; she was once really high on the social ladder of London but after the tragedy she disappeared out of sight.

"Do you dance Susan," Alex asked with a smile.

"Yes I do," she said, "but I warn you, it has been awhile."

Susan arrived back home after the lovely picnic. She had enjoyed herself for the first time in months. Mrs. Macready looked a lot happier to.

She went to the mail the moment she got home and noticed that there was a letter addressed to her from her Aunt Alberta who lived near Cambridge.

Dear Susan,

Things have been very very dreary around here. Me and dear Harold miss Eustace terribly and we long for your company. Please tell us when you are next in London and we will drop by for a visit as we are going there in a week to stay for a few months. Harold's business has called him there for something. I long to see you dear, and I want to hear about all the latest London fashions and the fun that you have been having in the country.

Susan how hard it must be for you all alone there. Please please write soon, and I hope to see you in a few weeks.

-Aunt Alberta

Susan laughed a little to herself; her Aunt Alberta was very tiresome sometimes but still one of the last relatives she had. She decided that once her vacation was over she would go to London, but there was still to much for her to discover in the large house. She would not sell the house until she discovered what it was her brothers and sisters were trying to tell her; she would not sell until she solved the mystery.

"Good day Alex," Susan said as Alex walked into the parlor, "have you come to help me find all of Peter's books?" She had been expecting him for the past few days to help her finish what he had started.

"Yes I have," he said, "and here," he held up a folder, "is his third one." Susan looked at him shocked.

"What," she walked across the room to take it from him. The first page read like this:

Sailing to The End of the Narnia

by Peter Pevensie.

"Peter gave that to me to read and took the second book from me for editing," Alex said seeing Susan's shocked face, "he was having me read all of them, and this is the last one i have."

"So you had the first and the third," Susan said trying to straighten out the situation.

"Yes," Alex said affirming her statement, "I would have had the second as well, but Peter wasn't very happy with it and he wanted to make some adjustments."

"Do you know if he ever finished the adjustments?" Susan asked, "I've been reading it and I haven't noticed anything wrong with it."

"No, I don't think he even started the adjustments. He was so adamant about finishing his work that he put it on hold, not that the book really needs anything."

"I don't think it does," Susan said flipping through the third manuscript, it had some of Lucy's drawings dispersed through the pages.

"Well we have three manuscripts, now we need to find the other three," Alex said trying to get Susan's attention back on the task.

"Alright," Susan said looking up from the manuscript, "up in his study." Susan led the way as they walked up the stairs. Susan enjoyed Alex's company, he was very friendly and kind unlike many of the people she had met in the country. She was not impressed by them at the picnic. Whenever she talked to anyone at the picnic, Alex would come and rescue her from their sympathetic looks. Besides that they treated her city ways like she was from another planet. In the church the day before they shunned her like she was different because she was from another area of the world. Susan did not know how she would have handled it if Alex and his family hadn't greeted her.

They reminded her of her own family. Mrs. Lee was a very pleasant woman, and a city girl herself. She was raised in London and enjoyed Susan's company at the picnic but she was too busy playing hostess to spend much time talking to Susan. Alex had a little brother as well who reminded Susan of Edmund, with his interest in fencing. His name was Jacob and he had led fencing matches at the picnic. From what Susan understood Alex also had a sister who was in boarding school, Susan longed to meet her.

"Here is his study," Susan said as they walked through the door.

"I know," Alex said looking around, "we use to spend long hours in here studying old texts together."

"When did you first meet him?" Susan asked.

"We met at Oxford. We met in a class on medieval and Arthurian legends, he and I were able to help each other study. He was a good friend but much brighter than me. It took me another year to graduate after him, and even then I didn't get the recognition he got."

"Well Peter was always the brains of the family," Susan said shuffling through some files. She looked up to see Alex walking toward the wardrobe.

"If I am not mistaken Peter told me that everything had to do with this wardrobe," Alex said opening the door.

"It is in his story," Susan said still shuffling through the papers.

"I am sure he might have hid them here," Alex said, but when he looked inside the wardrobe there was nothing there. Susan stood up and walked to where he was.

"There are drawers," Susan said. Alex then looked at her and they both had the same idea. They then sat there opening the drawers until they found something like what they were looking for.

"Its book four," Susan said with a happy tone of voice.

The Lost Prince

Peter Pevensie

"We're one step closer," Alex said excitedly. Susan then abruptly hugged him, and he hugged her back. They had made a discovery.

"Thank you so much," Susan said grasping the manuscript.

"We still have two to find," Alex said with a smile.

"Why don't we check his room," Susan said with a smile. Alex then held out an arm to her.

"Shall we," he said. She took his arm with a smile. They searched for an hour more and uncovered nothing.

Susan sat by a tree outside, enjoying her the first feeling of joy she had had in a long time. She had just finished reading Peter's second book and looked forward to starting the next one. As she sat and thought about Peter a feeling of fresh loneliness stuck to her heart. Her brother had been unjustly taken away from her and it seemed that she and him would never be united again.

"I will finish what you started Peter," Susan said softly as tears filled her eyes as she faded into another dream world.

Where has my heart gone, a Lion stood on the hillside.

An uneven trade for the real world, the Lion was gone and there stood Lucy.

Where has my heart gone, then Edmund took Lucy's place.

Trapped in the eyes of a stranger, Peter now stood there. Susan closed her eyes to blot it out and gave another cry of pain. Would these dreams never stop plaguing her?

"Aslan," Lucy gave a sorrowful cry after the image of her sister faded away.

"Dear one," Aslans soothing voice said as he saw the pain on Lucy's face.

"Please," Lucy said, "she looks so lonely."

"Aslan," Edmund spoke up, "doesn't she need someone to tell her the truth." Aslan looked at their pain then looked back at Peter who was silently leaning against a tree.

"I can't grant you that wish," Aslan said.

"But Aslan I want to go to her," Lucy said, "will she ever be with us?"

"Dear one," Aslan said with kindness in his eyes, "hear me out. Your sister choose to separate herself from this world and I. There is nothing we can do about that but hope that she finds the truth within herself."

"But how will she without help," Edmund said.

"So there is still a chance for her," Lucy said caught up in what Aslan said.

"Yes there is a chance for her," Aslan replied, "you must hope she takes it."

"But Aslan she needs someone," Lucy replied. Peter then walked over to Lucy.

"She already has someone," he said looking at Aslan who nodded acknowledging that Peter understood. Lucy then looked back toward where the image of her sister had been.

"Please Susan," she whispered into the wind, "nothing is ever really forgotten."