"Mommy?" Jullianne says, putting down her drawings and comforting her mother.
Susan didn't notice her daughter doing this, what more, asking her what's wrong.
"Mommy, please tell me what's wrong?"
Susan wipes her tears away, and replied:
"Nothing sweetie. Can you show me another one?"
Jullianne gets another drawing from the pile and hands it to her. Susan was not mistaken, for she knew this face well. The face of a man, noble and honorable, with black hair and a strong look on his face. This was the picture of Caspian X; the man she bid a bitter farewell to when she left Narnia. Caspian's eyes looked straight into her own.
"Who is this?" Susan asks.
"A prince who becomes a king when his' evil uncle is killed during the war."
Susan smiles. Seeing these drawings of Narnia bought back memories of her adventures back in that magical land; a land she lost faith in.
"Here mommy." Jullianne handed her another drawing.
Susan saw a mouse, not as small as a normal mouse you see here in our world, and not as big as a very large cat. It was, in fact, a drawing of Reepicheep, the most valiant of all the Talking Beasts in Narnia.
"This one is a talking mouse who can fight with a sword." Jullianne says, matter-of-factly.
"He looks very nice." Susan compliments, smiling at her daughter.
Jullianne handed her another drawing. The drawing had 5 children, the children Nathan saw that morning. She knew them well; Peter, Edmund, Lucy and Eustace, looking very happy in a beautiful land far away.
"Mommy?"
"Yes, Jullianne?"
"Do you feel better?"
"I feel fine."
"Jullianne?"
"Yes, mommy?"
"What do you think of when you were drawing these?"
"A big lion."
"And what does this lion look like?"
"The one I showed you before you cried. He kind of tells me what to draw."
Susan fell silent for a moment. She suddenly felt a warm, delicious smell come to her face. Along with that, a deep, large voice saying "Remember, dear heart. Just remember. And tell her the adventures you had. You will find it is better to tell someone than keep them to yourself. Remember..." the last words were spoken like a loud whisper.
Susan turned to Jullianne, who was looking at her as innocent as a child could look.
"Jullianne?"
"Yes mommy?"
"Let me tell you a story."
"A story about what?"
"A story of four children who went to another world."
"Ooh! Please tell mommy."
"Once upon a time, there were four children..."