Fire in love

Prologue

I shall start my story off as simple as it's history started; a step into a wardrobe. Lucy had found Digory's wardrobe, and found the amazing, magical land of Narnia, where she and her siblings had had many adventures. They destroyed the White Witch, who was anciently brought into Narnia by Digory and his friend, Polly. Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter had helped Caspian defeated the "king" of Narnia, to bring Caspian back on his rightful throne. Afterward, Susan became a great storyteller, sharing the stories of Narnia all over London, and Peter had been a brave soldier, saving many from death. While the two youngest, Edmund and Lucy moved in with their cousin: Eustache, where they yet had another adventure in Narnia. They helped Caspian find the seven Lords and freed many innocent from the violent green mist of the ocean.

The truth was, Susan and Peter had nothing. Yes, they had a home, a job, and a family, but it was hard. Their mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and their father had fallen into depression. To make matters worst, London was at war, making Peter and his father leave Susan by herself for days, weeks, or even months. Life was getting harder and darker every day. Susan was by herself during the day and night, making her stories sound less active, but more desperate. She missed the good old days when she would travel to Narnia. She missed her home, and especially scared that she had outgrown the love of her life: Caspian. She was desperate to go back, but at the same time scared to leave her mother, who was slowly letting herself drown into the depths of death itself. She couldn't walk anymore and was only able to mumble words.

Susan didn't lose hope in someday finding Narnia again, but little by little, lost hope on having Aslan by her side. She thought that he had abandoned her and her world, causing all of this catastrophe. Deep down, hidden within all the sadness, stress, anger, and fear, she still had the feeling of joy. Not the joy one can feel during a party, but a joy to know that someone, out there, was taking care of you, and would never let you go. Someone who would sacrifice themselves just to protect you and the ones you loved. Someone like Aslan. She still had the feeling she had when she first met Aslan: trust.

Sorry for the small beginning. I hope you enjoyed this very first part ;).