Chapter 3: Talk

A/N: Thank you to reviewers Lucy's maid, jazminewriter, .elysium, saturday101 and WriterFreak101, for reviewing the story! Sorry if the characters are too OOC, for I had to deal with something and didn't have much time to get my words flowing. I'm feeling kinda jittery right now, for I'm watching the 2012 London Olympics. I don't have anything much to say, except on with the story!

Oh, and for those who have already read this chapter; I jsut added a sentence.

Susan's eyes began to flicker open. All that she could see was a mix of colors. As her eyes began to adjust, she saw the sky, which was a shade of electric blue tinted with turquoise. There were a few clouds that looked like a stack of sheep's wool, soft and fluffy.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, looking intently at her dress. Surprisingly, the dress was thoroughly cleansed with no wrinkles, as if it had just been freshly washed and ironed. "Impossible," she murmured. Her lips lifted a fraction.

She pulled a lock of hair for her to see, nearly startled about the fact that the lock perfectly curled as if done a moment ago. Susan ran her fingers through the lock, feeling it silky and soft. Her shoes had not a single scratch; all of the pain gone. A smile played on her lips when she discovered this.

Looking around her, she could see that tall grass surrounded her, the greenest grass she had ever seen. All of it was about three feet tall; none was shorter or taller. The grass seemed as if the tops were cut by nail clippers. The only place that had no tall grass was where Susan lay, a circle of cut grass.

The weather was quite balmy; the temperature not too hot or cold. A small breeze was stirring, making the grass swing to and fro. Reaching out her hand, she touched the grass. For some strange reason, Susan liked this place. Here it was quiet and peaceful compared to London's busy streets. A question lingered in her mind, making her jolt her hand back.

"Where am I? I was just at the platform! I fainted and woke up here but... How did I get here?" Her eyes widened. "How are my clothes clean? Surely there must be some logical explanation."

There was absolutely no way she could have gotten from London to the countryside so quick. The questions still lingered in her head, nagging her like a loose tooth. One question bothered her the most and burst out of her mouth before she could stop it.

"Why am I here?"

"Hello, child," a voice from behind said. Susan could tell that the Voice behind her radiated a powerful and majestic aura.

A cold shiver went down her spine. The back of her neck felt as if needles were being stabbed into it. She thought, "This couldn't be him! This was just impossible!"

Susan shut her eyes tight, her hands clenched into fists. She breathed as calmly as she could. Her body was trembling. "Relax," she commanded herself. She wanted to run as she could from the voice, but something in her brain warned her not to.*

Slowly and cautiously, she turned around to face the Voice. Her eyes opened, and she gasped at the sight before her eyes.

In front of her stood a Lion. His fur gleamed like gold. He didn't look hungry or ready to pounce. Instead, he gazed intently at her. Even though his expression seemed calm, she could tell that he was not s tame lion.*

"Susan, Daughter of Eve. Welcome."

Frightened, she stepped back. She thought that she had a long string of bad luck because she had just lost her family and arrived in this place. "I'm... dreaming."

The Lion read the expression on her face. "Speak your thoughts, young one."

"I... I surely must be dreaming. Everything- this place, you- all of it is just a part of my imagination. I'll... I'll pinch myself and wake up from this horrid dream." She squeezed her eyes shut, mentally counting down. "5...4...3...2...1...0." She pinched her arm hard, cringing in pain. Her eyes fluttered open, expecting herself to be back in London. Instead she that she was still there, the Lion staring at her with an even more intent gaze than before. She became more terrified.

She began to choke up. She knew who this Lion was talking about. Slowly, as if trying to spell a difficult word, answered, "Lucy, Edmund, Peter, Eustace, Jill, the Professor and Aunt Polly."*

"Yes, they are. Those kings and queens are living peacefully, though they are not fully content. These kings and queens are missing one person, wishing that this person was with them." Slowly, Susan began to realize who he meant.

"M-me?" she stammered. The Lion just stared. She began to bombard the Lion with questions. "How are they? And do you mean I might see them again?"

"Child," he interrupted, "that is their story. One must only know their own. Now you must listen carefully and follow what I am about to tell you. First, you must get rid of those shallow, false leading dreams. Second, you must learn to except. Third and foremost, you learn to believe with all of your heart and soul."

"When you say 'letting go of those shallow, false leading dreams', you mean letting go of my friends, the suitors and the nylons, don't you?" she sharply asked.

The Lion remained silent. "I do not think that you understand what I have said. Repeat the signs I have just said."

She tried saying the signs twice and succeeded. She had always been good at memorizing things. Right after she recited the signs perfectly, she asked reluctantly:

"Sir, how will I get back to my world?"

"You will fall asleep on the grass," he replied. "When you awake, you shall find yourself back in your world. And, child?"

"Yes?"

"Do not speak out of fear. Speak out of your heart and soul."

"Yes, sir." She did as she was told. Before, she would have not trusted him and would have completely ignored him. During their conversation, she had begun to trust him. "Sir, will I see my family again? And is this a dream?" She began to get drowsy.

"Remember the signs, young one. Farewell, Queen Susan the Gentle, farewell..." Those were the last few words she heard before she fell unconscious once again.

In case any of you are wondering why Susan sound kind of prissy, I made her like that because I imagined her to act all prissy after she left Narnia.

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