Ideas about what to do next keep streaming to me, but I have a summary of each chapter so hopefully the updates will hopefully be steady and smooth! Thanks to all who are reading and who have stuck with me through how slow I have been to update!

-WinterChill

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My name is Lucy. I am a queen of the wonderful realm of Narnia where it is almost impossible for sadness to reign, yet I find now that sadness dwells in my being. My sister is not here with me the young girl broke into tears while writing. Her leather bound journal was full of entries just like this one.

There is absolutely nothing I can do, but I write this message now for her in hopes that somehow Aslan will let me get it to her, sometime soon. Lucy looked outside her window from her room in Cair Paravel. There the sun was shining brightly, but Lucy knew that in England the sky was raining tears. She tore a blank page out of her journal and began to write something.

You hold the answer deep within your own heart

Consciously you've forgotten it

Thats the way the human mind works

Whenever something is to unpleasant

To shameful for us to entertain,

We reject it, and erase it from our memory

But the imprint is always there

The pain that grips you

The fear that finds you

Releases life in me....

Lucy again looked up from her work, and in a desperate hope she shed more tears for her sister.

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Susan had spent a long time dressing up for the book party; she had missed the glamor that London's parties had offered to her. She was still young and had much to experience, at least for tonight she couldn't let her looming grief eat into her; Susan Pevensie had to be strong.

Alex met her outside her apartment complex and they both hailed a cab to take them to the party.

"You look amazing Susan," Alex said. She still wore black but her dress was of a very classy style and her hair was done up beautifully. She blushed, for she was not use to receiving compliments from Alex. He was a more shy quiet guy it seemed but sometimes he surprised her. His insight to things was incredible and he was very easy to get along with. James had really enjoyed spending time with him when they had all gone out as a group.

"Thanks," Susan said trying to gather herself, "I hope that everything is nice tonight... and um, not to crowded." Alex laughed. "What?" Susan could not believe he was laughing at her.

"Nothing," Alex said with a smirk. "Crowds really aren't a problem, the crowds will always die down within a few hours." Now it was Susan's turn to laugh. "What?" Alex looked at her confused.

"Have you ever been to a London party before?" she asked with another laugh.

"Well no, but..."

"The crowd will start arriving a couple hours late! This isn't like those country parties where everyone is punctual; Being late is high fashion in London." She smiled at the end of her statement and watched Alex's confusion.

"Then why are we going to be on time?" he asked with a logical tone.

"Because it is partially our party! As part of the publishing process we are to important to be late," she said raising her eyebrows on the last statement.

"London is so confusing," Alex came back with, "they do the strangest things. If you set a time to have a party everyone should arrive at the time you set."

"Don't try to hard to understand it," Susan said putting a hand on his shoulder, "it will still confuse you. It took me years to understand all the edicate that you must know to be a fashionable party attender; there were times I thought I would never understand it."

When they arrived at the party it was not very crowded; as Susan had said the crowd came in late. The new sights and sounds of a London party surprised Alex. Everything was so high and fashionable. A mini orchestra was playing music, some of the best food in London was served, and Susan seemed right at home. Alex was also surprised at how many of the people Susan knew; almost everyone took the time to greet her and have a conversation with her. He knew that she was a London social light before Peter's accident but he never truly understood what that meant.

When James and Emily arrived Alex was very happy to talk to James while Emily grabbed Susan and pulled her outside to an area that had a beautiful view of the city.

"You look gorgeous Susan," Emily said, "and its good to see you smile again."

"For me its just good to be back here," Susan replied in a more sad tone, "for months I have not known myself. I don't even know how I survived through it all." Susan felt a strange sense around her and she looked behind Emily to see Peter standing in a window. She blinked and breath came hard to her; it felt as if something had hit her. She buckled over in weakness but she kept consciousness.

"Susan!" Emily caught her friend, "whats wrong." Worry and franticness filled Emily, "I'll get help."

"No!" Susan grabbed her arm, "I'm fine!"

"Are you sure," Emily asked with worry.

"Yes, I just need to sit down," Susan struggled toward a seat in the area. She was glad that they were out alone or else someone else would have done something.

"You're sure you're fine?" Emily asked putting a hand on her friends head.

"I'm fine," Susan said forcing a smile up, "just tired. Sit down." Emily sat by her friend. Susan shook her head; these apperations kept coming no matter where she was. Why were they haunting her?

"Did you get you proper rest last night," Emily asked Susan.

"I guess not, that could be the reason," Susan lied; there was no way she could tell anyone that she was going crazy.

"Well I wanted to ask you about Alex." Emily smiled at Susan and Susan knew exactly what Emily wanted to know.

"Oh no," Susan threw her head back and laughed, "its not that way Emily. Me and Alex are just good friends, nothing more. He was Peter's friend in college and he's been helping me find the rest of Peter's books."

"Really?" Emily said with a crooked smile. Susan nodded. "I don't believe you," Emily said in a small voice.

"And why shouldn't you," Susan replied.

"Your trying to hard to convince me that you don't like him; its absolutely certain that you do."

"No."

"Yes."

"Emily your horrible," Susan laughed again, "and I am not like you; I don't think that way."

"Whatever," Emily said, "be stubborn, but now I know the truth."

"Your absolutely crazy," Susan replied to her friend.

"You bet she is," the girls turned to see James and Alex walking onto the balcony. "May I have this next dance," James asked Emily holding out his hand.

"I though you'd never ask me," she said taking his hand. The two then went back inside leaving Susan and Alex alone together.

"May I have this next dance Susan," Alex said to her.

"Alright," She said with a smile. They both went inside as well. The dance was one of Susan's favorites but to Alex's dismay it was one he did not know as well as some of the previous dances.

"I'm sorry," Alex said, "I'm not that good at this dance."

"No," Susan said, "your doing great. I've had some really awful dance partners in the past."

"They must have been awful if their worse than me."

"Believe me they were much much worse than you could ever hope to be." Her last comment made Alex laugh.

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Susan was sitting in the chairs watching the dances going by. She felt a little tired and Mr. Clawson had told her to wait here for him; he seemed to think He had to introduce her to someone.

"Ah, Miss Pevensie," Mr Clawson approached with an older man who had a nice smile. "Meet Mr. CS Lewis, one of your brothers former professors I understand."

"Mr. Lewis," Susan said holding out a hand with a sweet smile, "Its a pleasure." Months of sadness had not corrupted her sense of manners.

"And I understand you know Mr. Alexander Lee," Mr. Clawson continued.

"Yes," Mr. Lewis spoke, "he is one of Peter's good friends." Susan was a little confused about how Mr. Lewis spoke of Peter in the present tone, everyone knew the author of these incredible stories was dead. Susan then looked up and saw that Mr. Clawson had just hurried over to another group of people. The business of the man never ceased to amaze Susan.

"Its been to long Mr. Lewis," Alex said taking the older mans hand, "Me and Susan have been searching for Peters 6 books but we have only found four. I have been wondering if he gave any to you to edit."

"Yes," the man said with confidence, "I still have books 5 & 6, Peter gave them to me to edit months ago."

"The last two books," Susan said with delight, "when can we get them from you."

"Maybe you both can come to my place tomorrow for afternoon tea," Mr. Lewis said, "for we do have much to discuss."