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-A Winter Chill

"Lets stop for some lunch," Susan said. Alex had arrived the next day to continue helping her with the search for Peter's books but so far they had only found notes. Susan had finished the second and third books the day before as well and hoped to start the fourth one soon.

"I'm starved," Alex said, "this searching can really tire one out." Susan smiled.

"I know," she stood up from the desk she had been searching. They both then walked down to the kitchen.

"I'll just grab a few things then maybe we can take a walk to refresh ourselves," she said. They then took some food and began to explore the beautiful outdoors.

"I love the way those trees are," Alex said pointing toward a hillside. Susan recognized it as the hillside she saw her ssiblings on and quickly turned away.

"Yes they are lovely," she responded hastily. Alex noticed her actions toward the area and decided not to press her about it.

"So you're in Peter's books, does that mean you've been to Narnia?" he asked cautiously.

"Narnia," she said softly, "was a game we use to play, its not real."

"Really?" Alex pressed on.

"Yes," Susan looked toward the ground, "I don't remember much about what we pretended, but it was all Lucy's idea."

"Are you sure its not real?"

"Saying it was would be a lie. And think about it; It defies logic, reason, and the natural course of the universe. It can't possibly be real." She sounded as though she was trying to convince herself.

"There are things that defy logic," Alex decided to say, "that does not mean that they are not real. I might believe Narnia is real, Peter so steadfastly believed it and he was not the type to just believe something that was not true."

"Peter just held on to boyish games," Susan said, "Everything about Narnia is a fantasy, despite what my siblings said. It was our invention to escape the harsh realities of war, nothing more. They should have given it up when the war ended."

"Well maybe it just gave them hope to believe in it, everyone needs hope Susan."

"But when hope blinds you from what is real and true it is a false hope that can cause you pain in more ways than one."

"Well..." Alex was about to say something when they saw Mrs. Macready coming toward them carrying a package. Susan walked over to meet her, eager about what it might be.

"What is it?" Susan called.

"It came from London!" Mrs. Macready said, "I think its Peter's book." Susan took the package from her and rushed to open it.

"It is," she said excitedly.

Narnia

The Death of Winter

Peter Pevensie

It said this plainly in gold lettering on the front cover. Susan opend it to see Lucy's drawing of the lamppost inside; Susan had send this in as an illustration to the story.

"This is incredible," Alex said taking it from her.

"Here's a note with it," Susan said, "Dear Miss Pevensie, I am enclosing the book to you. This has been sent to the presses and is now being shipped all over England for release next week. I would love it if you would come back to us for the release of the book to promote it here in London for your brother seeing as he is no longer with us. I am hoping to get you back here soon, our experts are sensing a hit right now. Come back as soon as possible. - Mr. Clawson," Susan looked up with confusion after reading it.

"You should go," Alex said with excitement, "the chance to promote Peter's book."

"But, we haven't found the other books yet," Susan replied.

"We can put that off," Alex said, "or I can look while your gone."

"No," Susan said, "you should come as well."

"Why?" Alex was a little confused about what good he could do in London.

"Because you knew Peter better than I did; its your right to come promote the book as well, I am sure Mr. Clawson would agree."

"I think you should as well," Mrs. Macready said, "this is a once in a lifetime chance; to do book promotion in London from one of the best publishers."

"You couldn't possibly say no," Susan added. Alex then looked from Mrs. Macready to Susan; the look in Susan's eyes was one he couldn't possibly resist.

"Alright," he said.

"Yes!" Susan exclaimed with joy, "we'll leave the day after tomorrow."

"Then its settled," Mrs. Macready said, "I'll pack your things Susan." Susan smiled with delight as Mrs. Macready left. Then her and Alex continued their walk, both looking through the book with excitement.

When it was time for Alex to leave, Susan looked around the grove one more time, and smiled with joy; Susan Pevensie, Social light of London was going back to where she felt most at home. She sighed at the beauty of this place, it had given her to many haunting memories in the weeks yet she would never sell it and she felt that she may spend more time in it that she first realized.