Retold by: Chloe O'Malley
Originally Told by: Amy O'Malley
It had been two weeks since the news of the death of three of the four Pevensie children, a cousin, and two dear old friends had reached the house of the remaining Pevensies. The house was left in disarray, and it was solemnly quiet. Not a sound was heard this evening, except for the occasional sob, or sniffle. Susan the second eldest, or now the only child, sat in her and Lucy's old room. Staring at the toys her little sister had left behind, she could do nothing but remember all the times she had complained and argued with her about playing quietly while she had studied. She wanted to cry, to beat the walls, to yell, yet she did not. She sat silently, thinking of the past, of all the times her and her siblings had shared. I can't believe they are gone, she thought. Why, Aslan! Why did you...No, she thought shaking her head. There is no Aslan! There is no Narnia! There is nothing! It was just a silly story we made up! She thought lying to herself, but it still could not take away the little nagging thought at the back of her mind. All the adventures they had shared. Had it truly all been a dream? A made up tale that we all played around with? It seemed so real at times. She almost began to believe again, but always she would again think of how childish she was being and would go on ignoring Narnia, Aslan, everything...
'Susan, why won't you come along with us? Don't you believe in Narnia anymore?' Lucy had asked her barely 4 weeks ago. She had ignored it then, but now... she wished she had gone along with them to visit Professor Kirke and Ms. Plummer. Maybe I could have protected them. All of them... Maybe they wouldn't have died if I had been there... Sighing she stood and walked over to Lucy's little bed all neatly made up, with her little lion toy sitting on the pillow. Bending over she gently picked up the stuffed lion and held it up to her face. Looking into it's plastic golden brown eyes, she remembered Lucy saying when Peter had bought it for her how much it reminded her of the real Aslan. She felt the tears bubbling to the surface and spilling over her eyes as she held it close to her. Holding it tightly to her chest, she quietly walked over to the door and opened it.
Crossing the hall to where Edmund and Peter had shared their room she paused at the door and thought back to the Wardrobe. A strange excitement filled her as she turned the knob, and pushed the door open. Yet there was nothing out of the ordinary this time. She felt let down and foolish. Continuing into the room she heard the gentle squeak of the door shutting behind her. She remembered how it had annoyed Peter so much. He hated the sound, and had always tried to fix it but could never get it to stop. She smiled remembering how once he had even taken the door down once. Sitting on Edmund's bed she remembered how she would chase him in here and tickle him. How she enjoyed doing that. Even though he thought he was too old for it, he seem to enjoy it too. Memories flooded back of the times when they had all played board games with there mother and father. How Peter and Edmund would always play chess in their spare time. "Just the way they had in Narnia," Susan said out loud before she could stop herself. Sighing, she let them hang there, echoing in the silence. As she opened her eyes again, she gently took in her surroundings.
Having walked back and forth from her room to their's several times since the news had come, she had the feeling something was out of place. Turning around slowly she looked for something that didn't seem to be in it's proper place. Suddenly, she noticed that there was something sticking out from underneath Peter's bed. It looked like a box... Strange, she thought, Peter never hid anything under his bed before. Walking across the room to the bed, she kneeled down and gently pulled the box out from under his bed. It was a beautifully decorated box made of several different kinds of wood, a picture of a tree with what appeared to be apples on it. Staring at it, she ran her fingers along the edges of the design. She noticed that it had a key hole, but no key. Gently she tried to lift the lid, just to see if it had been locked, she was surprised to find that it came up easily. Inside the box there were several sets of rings, green and yellow, and what appeared to be the key to the box.
Looking at the brightly colored rings, she couldn't help but have a feeling that she had forgotten something. Something very important, but what was it?
After several minutes of feeling as though what she needed was on the tip of her tongue, she gave up with a sigh, and closed the lid. Standing she took the box and the stuffed lion with her as she silently closed the door behind her and entered her own room. She placed them gently on the vanity near the door, and walked across the room laying down on her bed, she looked up at the ceiling. What is it that I need to remember, she thought to herself.
Sitting up suddenly as the memory hit her. "Professor Kirke! The woods! The Witch! THE RINGS!" She said in a jumbled mess of speech. Practically rolling off the bed in excitement. She stumbled across the room towards the vanity.
Grabbing the box she opened it up and stared at the rings. Taking several deep breaths, just staring at them. Slowly almost cautiously she gently reached into the box, reaching for a yellow ring. Suddenly, she stopped. Why did she want to go back to Narnia? What was it she wanted to do there? If it even existed. "No," she said aloud to herself. "Even if it is real, I will not go back!" Yet something still pulled her. Sitting at her vanity, she stared at the box. Taking her eyes off the rings, she looked back at the vanity where Lucy's little Aslan, as Lucy had liked to call him, sat staring up at her. Memories of Narnia, of Aslan, of the adventures with her siblings came flowing back into her mind. This time she allowed them. All of them. It was real... She was sure of it now. Picking up the lion, she squeezed it tightly to her chest close as she gently reached into the box and touched a yellow ring...