This is a fan fic, I mentioned something about it awhile back. Please leave comments on it and tell me what you think.

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The Search To Save A Forgotten Way (I’m not sure about this title, if you have another one let me know.)

Susan Pevensie sat with her head resting in the bend of her arm. Papers were all around her, she was a journalist and was working on a railway accident story. She was tired and unwell. Though finely dressed she couldn’t actually afford it. Most of her time was spent going to parties, she almost hated her life, but what would people think of her if she changed? This story was espeacially strength draining because it told of the death of her parents, her two brother, and sister. It told her that she was all alone in the world, and that is scary. But then, all in the blink of a eye her thoughts changed their course. In her mind she got up, it was so real and vivid, and relistic that in her thoughts she paused, as her mind swirled because she was so tired. When she started again she was walking toward the stack of things that had been droped off at her home that morning, the things her relatives had had with them. Under this one, and up against that, she found a oblong case, marked ‘Peter Pevensie’ and, ‘fragile’. What could he have in there? she thought. Rising she relived her thoughts. Curiosity kills the cat they say, but a cat has nine lives. Under the brown one, leaning against the green one; nothing. What a disapointment! But then she remembered the all inportant fact, "Mum gave them matching lugauge" and there was Peter’s one, and here was that case. "Peter Pevensie, fagile" it read, she opened it with just the slightest pang of guilt. Rings? A yellow one and a green one, then a little space and another yellow one and another green one. A instant humming noise started, "Hover" she said putting it off lightly. Those rings reminded her of something, something she could not place, not that she tried very hard to think of what it was. She longed to put one on, the yellow one would match. She picked it up, and without a flash or a noise or a warning of any kind, she vanished.

The next thing Susan knew she was climbing out of a pool in a wood, a guiet wood. There were trees all around, and they were so leafy that you couldn’t see the sky. In which there must have been a pretty strong sun, for the wood was filled with a warm green light. She had already forgot who she was, and why she was there, in her mind she had, always, been there. She felt sleepy and sat down against a tree between two dry and grey spots. A guinea pig crawled about her toes. It reminded her of something. "The Wood Between The Worlds!" Susan cried "The forgetful place! Yes, yes, I remember. But now what will I do?"
Somehow she needed a green ring, a green ring was the only way out. But she couldn’t possibly be scared in the Wood Between The World, it was too quiet and pleasant.
"This is nice, isn’t?" she asked no one in particular. "I don’t think I would mind spending my life, just listening to the trees grow. I wis–no, I have my life to live at home." She watched the guinea pig for a moment. "George? Yes, a perfect name for you.." she watched him scratch in one of the dry spots for another moment. "Good point. One of these is what’s-it’s-name, Charn. A dead world, so there’s no need for a pool, but what’s the other one? I supose it could be any world, aparently there are zillions." she edged closer to ‘George’ and stretched out her hand, slowly, "Just like Peter did when we first saw Mr. Beaver." she wispered. "Maybe," she sneaked closer "No, not after I have forsaken him. You know, I wish I could talk to him right know. But he’d say what he always says, ‘I am telling you your story, no one is told any story but there own.’" George relaxed a little and she extended her hand further. "You were abandoned too. Mr. Ketterley set you off here, alone, just like me. Except, there gone, and left me, here, alone." She drew back her arm and rapped it around her knees, and quietly cried.

After a moment she felt warm air rushing against her neck and a voice said: "This is what I will say." and the trees swayed ever so gentally at the sound of his voice, as if making obeesence to The Lion.
"Child," Aslan said to her, "No one is ever told what did happen, but everyone can learn what will happen. If you get yourself to the East, straight ahead, always straight ahead. And learn what will happen."
"Yes, sir, but…" her voice trailed away.
"Speak your thoughts, my daughter." He said with such fatherly tenderness that tears welled in her eyes.
"But, erm, how will I know when I reach ‘East’?" she asked.
"You will know by the sun, the sun will tell you when to stop, and when you’ve gotten East." He said, and then with swirling glory he was gone.

Susan was about to start marching sraight ahead, when she heard yet another voice behind her, "Are you gonna notice me yet? And I do hope you can ride. You can, right?"
She wirled around to see a horse behind her, there was something about him, the look in his eyes and the pattern of white and brown on his back. "George?" she asked.
"Yes, that’s my "given" name." he gave a horse chuckle "That Andrew person called me ‘number eleven’." He made a face, "But you haven’t answered my question, can you ride?"
"Yes, well, alittle, well, I don’t know. It’s been so long."
"Well if you don’t remember we’ll find out."
Miss Pevensie tried to remember how she used to mount, such a long time ago.
"But I’ve never ridden without a saddle" she said.
"Hmm, good point. Funny all of a sudden I become a talking horse and I know what a saddle is." he said "Maybe you can hold onto part of me, as long as you don’t choke me."
So Susan took a good portion of George’s mane in one hand and rapped her other arm around his neck. And well he grunted and moaned as if she were choking him she tried to mount. But that didn’t work out very well, so he got down and she got on but then he couldn’t rise.
"George, your to big."
"What?" He snorted "Before you would have said I was to small wouldn’t you? Huh? huh? huh?"
"Wait, wait, that ring remember? You had it on your back and know it’s the size of your head. If I put it back on your back then maybe I can pull myself up by it."
"So now you will insult my head?" He muttered but said aloud, "There’s on way to find out, put the blasted thing back on."
She did and after several attempts she managed to get onto of him, and make herself in order.
"Now, do you be any chance remember our direction? I don’t." He said.
"Straight away from the dry spots, cause I had my back to them when Aslan said straight ahead."

Past the pools, the trees, the dry spots. It was so peaceful you couldn’t possibly get bored of the same scenery hour after hour after hour (if there is such a thing as time there.) Susan would have forgotten who she was all over again if it hadn’t been for the conversations George struck up now and again. Neither I nor they have any idea abotu time, for it was always the same. But there came a time when Susan could no longer see the dry spots behind her, but they passed other dry ones. At one point they stoped to watch a world, well, die, and the pool shrivel up. If that is the right word. George didn’t seem in any danger of forgetting himself, but walked on, listening to the trees grow. For that was the only sound, escept for of course the sounds they were making them selfs. Then all at once up ahead they saw a clearing, and in this clearing was sun; sun light. They had reached "east", Susan sliped (rather clumsily) off George’s back and stepped into the clearing. There was more sun here, but it was the same sun that was in the forrest, Susan being so logical and practical did not look up for it was a very strong sun. But what was bad to look at was the two pools, or bodies of water rather because they were twice as big as the other pools. Neither of them reflected the sun, but the one on the right was green and the one on the left yellow. I don’t mean that was the color of the water, but the water like reflected those colors. She sucked in her breath and stepped full into the clearing, it was warm and alive. She turned around for courage, yes, George had her covered, he stood at the edge, watching her.

Susan turned and walked slowly to the place were earth met sky. And that is were a certain tree, with a strong dark brown trunk and leaves of gold, under which peeped dozens of beautiful red the kinda that made your mouth water. It was nothing like the trees everywere else. It’s full and laden branches swept over the pools, but cast no shadow and dropped no fruits or leaves. Carved in the tree two rings, hooked as rings do in wedding pictures. Though a simple picture it was amazingly carved and very beautiful. She felt a strong urge to touch it, but didn’t dare and quickly turned aside. She turned to the right and this time she did touch. She reached into the water shallow, warm, and ever so pleasant, like a scented bath. She craped the bottom of it’s bed it wasn’t mud, it was dry, grey, and oddly dry dust. Dust!
"Green, ring, dust." She wispered, her voice sounded different. But she was beganning to make a conection between this and Old Mrs. Lafay and the Atlantian box. But what to do next? She looked back at George again but George wasn’t there. In his place there stood a lion and this gave her courage beyond what George could give. She blinked and it was just the horse. The dust slipped through her tinkling fingers, it fell without the slightest sound back into the green pool.
"What had Uncle Andrew done?" she thought.
Carrying a handful of the stuff, she walked back to George.
"Are you sure you should be carrying that stuff around, isn’t it stealing?" George said "Above board and all?"
"Please, George, don’t arouse my conscience." She began to pace.
"Susan," George said after a moment. "Susan? Susan? Susan?"
"What now?" she said.
"Why don’t you sprinkle some on the pool?"
"I don’t know–how should I know?" she flew at him. "I don’t know why I let me curiosity go. I don’t know why I picked them up. I don’t know why I liked–oh." Behind George there came a lion, growling. Far bigger then the horse. "Sorry." she wispered, and in two blinks he was gone. "Oh" she said once more and sprinkled the dust on the pool. Peering into it as the dust fell down. It flashed green (just like the pool on the right under the tree). As the dust fell, you could see it spreading out, and down and down. It became a bottomless pit filled with the dust spreading out, and the water.
"Quick!" George horse-yelled and pushed her into the water.

Gropping wildly Susan went down. Holding her breath she swam desperately for the surface (she always was the best swimmer in school). Try as she might the force was to strong and down she went. When she could hold her breath no more she let it out in a rush and found to her utter astonishment she could breathe. Under water! Gripping George’s mane tighter (she had found him when she hadd been gropping) they suddenly changed directions and started rushing up. This all takes a long time to explain but hardly enough time to notice.

"You can let go now," George said.
Susan opened her eyes and relized where they were and let go off him in a hurry. They were infact infact standing in a fair sized stream, and were perfectly dry, except for their feet because of the stream. On the one side was a open plain in which the sun was getting low, and on the other side was a large clump of trees. Under these trees sat two dwarfs, well, on sat slappin’ the other sleeping one. Two fishing lines dangled in the water.
"Juan, Juan," the one slapped harder and tipped his hat to the lady with his free hand. But his friend still slept, "Juan?" He said with a new twinkle in his eye, "Juan, you got a fish! Quick bring ‘im in!"
Juan was up in a flash slapping his hat on (tipping it to the lady first of course). He proceeded to bring in his catch, which wasn’t there. George and Xavier (for that was the name of the other dwarf) snickered at his antics. But Susan scowled at them and clearing her throught quite daintily she said, "Gentlemen, I am Suzanna Pevensia." she winked at George "Take me to your leader."
The dwarfs jumped to attention and packed there fishing gear. Susan hurredly told her real story. They showed no sign of interest but Susan felt quite sure they had grasped every word.

Juan and Xavier lead them through the wood, Susan enjoyed that ride very much. The sun big and golden was getting even lower behind them. Making the red and yellow leaves even prettier. Creatures sniffed the air and wished them a good afternoon. They all stared at Susan, and once a cheetah steped out from behind a tree, (he had been visiting the third cousin of his great grandfathers godson. The Cat.) Susan gasped turned rather pale and the creature was off like a shot.
"Were–were’s he going?" she asked George.
"To the king," Xavier said in a matter of fact way and Susan said no more.
Soon they could see a figure in the distance on a fine mare. Juan said it was the king on Lucille his late mothers horse.

As there lines met the king swong off his horse made a practised bow, the kind were you twirl your right hand. He was handsome, but tired and sad. He had calm red hair, grey eyes, and a clean shaven face. He was tall not immensly tall, but half a head taller then Susan.
"Sire, this is Miss Susan Pevensie." the dwarfs bowed and Susan half fell and half slid off George’s back and curtisied rather oddly.
"Susan," he said "Your story please." His voice was like any Prince Charming’s in the ears of a Cinderella. She began to tell as he transfered her to the back of Lucille and mounted George himself.

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Epilogue
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Many years later Susan, a old woman lay proped up in a large bed. You could just hear the steps of the doctor walking down the hall, he had just made the decision that she did not have long to live. A hour, a day, he wasn’t sure, but from the sound of his voice she knew that he knew he needn’t come again.
On her left sat a old man, his hair was no longer red, but his voice still made her jump. The way the voice of a Prince Charming sounds to every Cinderella. He patted her hand and she looked into his eyes, full of love for his dieing wife. A tear spilled gentally on her palm.
I’m gonna miss you, Suzanna Pevensia." he said.
"That’s why you have to hurry up and get old." She laughed and then turned serious. "Please don’t cry for me to much." She beconed to a spot beside her, and he sat there, were she could not see his tears.
"You know I love you very much, and I don’t have words to tell you what I want to say. Parting is such sweet sorrow." She twisted her wedding ring around her finger.
Aaron dried his eyes carefully and blew his nose. Taking her ring from her finger he faced her and said his wedding vows to her again. He placed the ring on her finger again and kissed her.
"I’ll love you forever" he wispered and she breathed her last.

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