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Seeing Is Not Believing

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Summary: On her death bed, Susan reflects.

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Literature > Chronicles of NarniaAkatsukiDaybreakFR131499081,44525 Jan 0925 Jan 09Yes
A/N: I was inspired to write this drabble after reading “Went Forth Unconquered” by Gisho on Livejournal. I highly recommend it. On a final note, this fic is exactly 500 words, which I found pretty cool.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia.

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Even though she was well into her eighties, Susan had never felt so old as she climbed into bed on the last night of her life. Her husband was decades in his grave and her children were off and gone, but both seemed like such small losses to one who had lost everyone she loved when she was barely at the cusp of adulthood. Of course, she had been an adult before, but growing up in England as an ordinary girl had been much more difficult than growing up as a Queen of Narnia.

Narnia. How that word angered her. It was only after the crash that she had accepted it really had been real. But who could blame her for forgetting? Had she not been banished from her kingdom on a flimsy excuse to live out the rest of her days on the mundane Earth? To accept it as truth would have been far too painful. Yet that selfish lion had taken everything from her and left her only bitter memories that she knew to be true.

A coughing fit racked her body, but it was far from the worst she had experienced lately.

She often wondered what the place where her family had gone was like. A serene garden? A city of gold? A place of fluffy clouds and angelic harp players? She dismissed each as more ridiculous than the last for deep down she knew the truth. Heaven would be just like Narnia, for she could imagine no greater paradise nor could she imagine Aslan losing the opportunity to spite her with the place she loved yet again.

Yet such thoughts were useless. She was determined not to go to that place, to Aslan’s Country where his Father lived, so she would never know.

Aslan…

“Have I really wronged you so?”

Susan was very proud of herself for not flinching at that voice. She expected the Great Lion to come striding through her doorway, but was sorely surprised. The bearing was the same, he exuded the same aura, but this was no beast. This was a man.

“Funny, you look nothing like the pictures.”

“You have met me before.”

“Not like this. I think I prefer the lion.”

“I have come to take you to be with your family. We all miss you.”

“Then why did you reject me?”

“You first rejected me.”

“Don’t give me that ‘my ways are unknowable by mortals’ excuse. You abandoned me to this disgusting world, devoid of the magic, and I mean that in more than one sense, that permeated Narnia. And why? I was growing up? I no longer needed Narnia? Fine, then I’m all grown up and I no longer need you. Now get out of my house!”

An expression of sorrow on his face, he disappeared.

Susan clutched at her chest. Whether this was his final revenge or her natural fate, she could not say, but regardless her world faded.

What lay beyond for her, none could say.

The End

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