I Wish- A Narnia Fanfiction

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Susan put on a blue dress that reminded her of Narnia and went outside to take a walk. Nowadays she didn't really shop as much as she used to, but every once in a while she liked to get a breath of fresh air and feel the fabric of a beautiful dress. No dress, however, could even compare to the ones she had in Narnia- her tailor made them just for her and they would outline her curves and make her look beautiful.

She arrived at her favorite dress shop, Flor's, and went inside as the bells above her made a noise. Once inside, she breathed in the smell of new fabric and headed to the nearest rack. I found a dress I liked, and went to talk to a saleswoman.

"Excuse me" I said, touching her shoulder. She turned.

"Yes?"

"I found a dress but I want to try it on and see if it fits right and I like how it looks. Where are the changing rooms?"

The lady looks apologetic. "Oh, I'm sorry, the changing rooms are being restored. But downstairs is a basement if you'd like. You can change there, even though there are some boxes we have to take out."

I nod and she points me down some stairs

At the basement, there's a bunch of boxes and walls that need to be repainted. To my right there's a little desk with an old photograph, and right in front of me stands a huge oval mirror that stretches up almost to the ceiling. It's frame is painted gold and has fancy Renessaince designs. It reminds me of Narnia. But nearly everything does now.

I put on the turquoise dress and gaze at myself in the mirror. It's like my tailor has moved to London and made this dress specifically for me. I look just like Queen Susan the Gentle, the one who was great with bow and arrows and had a soft spot for fauns. The one that used to be me, but is now hiding.

That's when I notice it. The mirror. There's something strange about it. I put my hand on it for a second, and it flickers.

I gasp and pull my hand away. Then I put it back on, and leave it for longer.

A series of images appear on the mirror. And deep down, I know they are all of a Narnia. I know that Narnia exists. I know it, and yet admitting it would make things so much harder. It would make all the memories so painstakingly real that I wouldn't be able to take it anymore. I would lock myself up and sob until there would be no more water in my system. If I admitted that Narnia is real, then my hunger to go back there would be so great that I wouldn't be able to look at something without being reminded of it.

And then I realize something.

It already is.

I break down crying, wanting any one of my siblings to come rushing up to me and tell me it's okay, that I can come back, that Caspian isn't married and that there's still a place at Cair Paravel for me and I can come back anytime.

But they don't.

And I cry even more, no longer caring what people will hear or think.

I want to go back! I want to go back! Finally admitting it suddenly feels like a relief.

I concentrate on the mirror, watching the images.

Three siblings, bundled in coats, being presented gifts just right for them.

A palace, beautiful and radiant as the sun shines in and makes everything sparkle.

A beach, complete with water and sand and kids in uniforms, splashing each other, laughing joyfully.

A young man, with a face Susan knew only too well, blowing a horn while down on the rocky ground.

Two sisters, on horseback, surrounded by enemies.

A girl, in battle uniform, her hair tied back as she aimed an arrow to every passing soldier she saw. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, her fingers tight around the string of the bow, and she was the perfect picture of someone who was ready for anything, whatever the future wanted to throw at her.

Then suddenly the images stop. And I saw myself at present. My long, black hair was a disheveled mess, my face is tear-stained and sad, I'm kneeled down with my hand still on the mirror, and my turquoise Narnian dress looks beautiful and seems to look like it belongs in Narnia. As I looked closer, I saw that I was still a queen, still belonged in Narnia, and could still shoot an arrow so straight it makes a whzz sound as it cuts through the air.

And then, for some bizarre reason, I felt happy. Happy that my archery skills were still great, that my dress was still great, and that I still belonged in Narnia. As a Queen. In that moment, I decided I still had a chance. Whether I returned to Narnia or not, I had to at least try. And a Queen of Narnia would never be so broken, so sorrowful. She would make the best of things and make a plan to reach her goal, whether that was go back to Narnia or put on her makeup in 15 minutes. I was going to polish my life, to get rid of the broken mess it had become, to make myself happy again so that if I ever went back to Narnia, I could be the Queen and not a broken little girl who only cares about lipsticks and nylons.

And I was going to get back. But before I did, I had to clean up what I did here so I didn't leave any loose ends.

And I was going to start with getting rid of Albert and embracing the memories.

So many emotions!

So basically, if you didn't get it so well, Susan is broken and misses Narnia, but then decides that weak behavior won't bring her back and she needs to fix herself and make a plan if she wants to go back. I put a lot of effort in to this, so please comment if you love birthdays and vote if pink shoes are awkward! Until next time!

Oh, and if you want to see Susan's dress, click:http://www.lovethispic.com/image/20674/turquoise-formal-prom-dress