100 themes challenge number 11: memory.
Susan was the last one to forget England. If you think about it, it would make sense. That maybe, she was attached to England and that was why she was the first to embrace it fully after Narnia. But that was not the case at all (more on that later though).
Lucy was the first to forget. She threw herself into Narnia, spending most of her time with the beavers and mister Tumnus, as well as other friends she quickly made there. (She was always so good at making new friends)
Peter was the next. Stress of being the high king made things difficult for him, and soon England became 'Spare oom' and later, wasn't there at all. It was as if he had simply been born into Narnia, first conscious acts at Aslan's camp, waiting for the return of Edmund.
Several years past, and England became a bonding point for the two dark haired Pevensies. They would retell stories of whatever they could remember, trying as hard as they could to not forget their father's smile, their mother's laugh, even remembering Mrs. Macready or how much of a beast Edmund had been to the rest of them for so long.
But eventually, Edmund's memories faded, and remembering became like trying to catch smoke. Horrified, he had thrown himself into his duties, and slowly, the same that had happened to Peter happened to Edmund.
For what seemed to be the longest time, Susan had to recall by herself, making it harder and harder to do. At first, it was the little details that escaped her. The names of her school teachers, favorite dolls, things of that nature. But as time went on, she found she was forgetting more and more, and that the memories that she had seemed less real and more like dreams she had when she was a little girl. She finally dismissed the idea of England being real.
Only months later, they heard word of the white stag, and were sent back to England, the very place that had been forgotten. As her memories returned to her, Susan felt relieved.
She didn't forget Narnia because she was closer to England. No, it was rather the opposite. She always was, and always will be closer to Aslan than she realizes. She didn't forget for any reason other than she was tired of remembering. She grew tired of holding memories as close as they could be, only to have them slip out of her grasp. She knew how frustrating it became, and how heart breaking it would feel. So she didn't try. She embraced England and, though her family resented her for it, convinced herself that Narnia had been a game they had played, nothing more. After all, where was the proof that it existed anyway?
But when she got word of the train crash, she remembered again. She forced herself to remember everything, writing it all down. She was the last one. She had to be Narnia's legacy from that point forward. She knew it was time that she stopped forgetting.
And it's done! I kind of hate it, but I think I'll post it anyway.