More lovely Narnia memories and such. I have a few suprises in store within the nest few chapters; someone will die... Thats all I'm saying! :)

I'm glad that so many people are enjoying this story! I know what direction it is headed in I'm just being to slow at getting there so thank you all for staying with this and enjoying it.

-WinterChill

Susan walked around and around inside the ruin of an old building. Her mind was filled with awe of the apple trees which had grown within it. Somehow this place seemed strangely familiar to walked slowly toward an open door she saw in the wall and saw a lions face on the door handle.

So many lions in her memories, but her mind could not make out their significance in its convoluted she walked through the eerie door into the darkness beyond and found herself in a totally new place.

She now stood in a cold iceland and in front of her stood a huge ice castle. The place sent chills of horror down her spine as it was nestled in the darkness. Howls of wolves surrounded it and ice cold wind flew all around her. She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes until the wind stopped.

When she opened her eyes she stood in front of a light post with spring all around her. Something about this place caused her heart to leap and she soon found that it to faded into another and another. Different settings that were somehow familiar surrounded her and filled her consciousness. She wanted to understand it all but somehow she couldn't. She then found herself alone in the middle of a beautiful wood.

"Susan," she turned about at the sound of Peter's voice but she could not see him anywhere."Susan, Susan." It repeated over and over.

"Where are you," she yelled.

"Somewhere you're not," Peter's voice replied, "please Susan, come on Susan."

"Peter!" she yelled for him. She needed him to explain it all to her. She turned around and she saw him there.

"Susan," he said standing where he was, "come one Sue, come on." She couldn't take it anymore she ran toward him to embrace him but when she got to where he was he was gone.

"Peter!" Her voice cried out into the darkness that enveloped her. She felt alone for a moment then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw no one was there. She wasn't alone yet she could not see who was with her. She felt a comfort but she did not know where it was coming from.

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Susan awoke that morning shaking from her dream. None of it was real she tried to reassure herself yet she had a sinking feeling that it was. Something was wrong with her yet she could not figure out what it was. Was that place Narnia? She put that thought away from her mind; Narnia was not real! It was make believe, there was no way she could think otherwise it had to be fake.

Susan walked across her room and saw a note she had written to herself. She had to prepare for tea with Peter's old professor. Alex was going to pick her up soon. She put all thoughts of her dream out of her mind and began to prepare for the day.

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"Miss Pevensie, Mr. Lee," the professor said, "Here are the last two books he handed them each thick paper manuscripts. Susan held one titled "Shasta and his horse." she looked over to the one that Alex had and saw that it was called "The Birth of Narnia." Excitement filled her upon this great discovery.

"Thank You so much for this," Susan said.

"Now I must speak to you on an important matter regarding these books. Alex and Susan listened as he began, "Peter was a very ambitious author but he focused mainly on getting his stories out on paper. He came to me awhile back and took his fist manuscript which he had asked me to read and said he was going to edit it. I remember well how he locked himself up for weeks, as I was in the neighbor hood doing studies with the professor. Peter poure over every word in his story making sure that everything was flawless."

"That one was truly astounding,'Alex spoke up, "even the general public is enjoying it immensely."

"That was how I felt when I read it," Professor Lewis continued, "Peter's book had become a totally different story; more enlightening, more uplifting. But the problem is he was never able to edit another one like that again." There was silence in the room and Susan noticed that the window was open and a cool breeze surrounded her.

"The rest really don't have the ring of the first one," Susan spoke softly.

"There lies the problem with publishing the," he said in return, "I called you here because I believe that the second one will be met with disappointment."

"But people are already captured by the stories," Susan replied furrowing her brow, "they will want to know what happens next; the book will sell on that merit."

"In these time Susan people only buy things they know are good," Alex responded looking her in the eye, "and if the book gets bad reviews its done for."

"But its already been sent to the presses!" Susan had an urgency in her voice, "and Peter left me a not to publish his books; he didn't say anything about any of them not being ready."

"Miss Pevensie," she turned to the Professor, "watch the performance of the second book and if it goes poorly come speak to me about it. I may be able to turn it all around."

"I don't believe it will go poorly," she said standing up, "I'm sorry if I seem rude sir but I believe Peter's books appeal to the public as they are."

"Of course they always have some appeal," professor Lewis also stood up, "It was nice getting to meet you. I was just warning you about what might be to come in the future."

"Thank you for your warning sir," Alex said politely, "We will be going now."

"Have a good day."

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"He is the only person I have met so far who hasn't believed that Peter's books could make it," Susan huffed as they walked along the busy London streets.

"He was merely pointing out the vast difference between the first book and the last five!" Alex responded.

"He was pointing out that the difference between them could cause the rest not to sell," Susan stopped walking and turned to Alex, "I say that they will! I know that they will! Peter would not have left a note for me to publish unfinished books which might fail!"

"Its not Peter's fault he never got to finish the stories!" Alex looked very urgent.

"Of course it's not his fault," Susan said trying to hail a cab, "he was to engrossed in his imaginary world to pay attention to anything."

"Susan, that is unfair to him," Alex grabbed her arm to stop her from hailing the cab.

"Well it is every bit true!" tears were coming into her eyes, "he never even thought to come visit me. My siblings wouldn't even speak to me because I didn't believe in their silly fairytale! They never thought about how I felt."

"Susan," Alex said quickly.

"How I felt to be alone," she continued. Now her tears were flowing freely as she whispered, "and now I am alone." Alex pulled her into an embrace quickly. There he held her letting her cry all her tears into his shoulder, not saying anything just offering his silent comfort.

"Susan," he sighed, "it doesn't matter that you don't believe in a 'fairy tale' but the public is beginning to believe in it because of Peter. I believe that his second story will go far because of how he has enchanted them."

"How can you be sure," she said, "what if they loose their will to believe." Alex knew instantly that is what had happened to Susan.

"You are not alone Susan," he said releasing her from his embrace, "I am here for you. Remember always that if you ever are in trouble I will not hesitate to come to your side. Don't forget it! You're not alone anymore!" With that he hailed a cab and sent Susan back to her apartment. Alex stood on the sidewalk watching her cab drive away in thought. Susan still had so much to learn and he was racing against time; how could he make her believe?