Tales of the Narnian Monarchs: The True

Epilogue

"Here, Mother." Susan smiled listlessly, as she brought a glass of water for her exhausted mother. "Have you any idea when Peter will be back from university?"

"Oh, he has yet another experiment today, I believe he'll be late, Susan. As will your father, but that is usual." Her mother chuckled, glad to get the water from her wonderful girl. "You never told us, though, dear. What was it that made Peter and yourself so desperate to return to England? It was ever so sweet you missed your brother and sister, but we thought you were both having a jolly time at all those parties."

Susan smiled gently, "I- we were but, I suppose-" She shook her head, eyes wistful, not sorrowful, "I suppose we prefer to not be parted from Lucy and Edmund with the war as it is. Oh! I almost forgot about the pie in the oven!"

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"Eustace!" Called Alberta from downstairs, breaking the sullen, yet aglow look which was being shared by the three cousins. "Jill Pole has dropped in for a visit, oh- the telephone." Eustace smiled slightly, getting up, followed by Edmund, face as emotional as he could ever let it be, and Lucy, whose tears were streaming down her face silently.

She, the discoverer of Narnia, looked at the painting, which took her back to her home for (possibly) the last time, before shutting the door.

"Edmund, there's some... girl who's called for you." Aunt Alberta wrinkled her nose with bright eyed Jill Pole next to her. Edmund and Lucy shared an identical look before he basically flew to the receiver.

"Hello?" The Just asked, heart creeping into his throat.

That same heart broke the very next moment as a voice, more familiar to him than his own, came through but the tone was absolutely unrecognisable mainly because... she was crying. Sanya was crying.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, we'll go back to Narnia someday, love-"

"It's not Narnia!" Her sobbing voice came through the receiver. "It's the baby!"

What remained of his soul seemed to have entirely left his body. "Wh- what.."

"I-" great gulping breaths came through the telephone. "I'm not... I'm not... I'm back to where I was over 5 months ago. Edmund..."

He could visualise her broken face in tears in front of him and he never wanted to see it again. He'd never seen her crying and never wanted to.

"I lost the baby."

-

3 days Lilith had been wandering the streets.

It had been a very, very confusing 3 days without her phone, nor money, nor- well, the 1940s seemed to have next to nothing that could be of much help to her.

She'd stepped through the wave and found herself, not in Aslan's country, but the London Underground. The 1940s London Underground, to be exact. Her Narnian attire seemed to have been replaced with a floral, knee length dress, her hair pulled back into a ribbon (which she'd swiftly removed).

Going the only place she could think of, the Unwavering had made her way, slowly and unsurely, yet made it nonetheless, to the University of Cambridge.

Her eyes scanned countless signposts before she'd found the Medicinal building, of where she'd found a bench, sitting down and summoning all the patience she could.

There, she waited.