I just want to take a moment and say how I love and appreciate how much the Narnia fandom has grown! I remember the old days when there would only be new edits/fanfic in the tags after weeks went by and they mainly only focused on the Pevensie siblings and now there’s always at least one new edit/fanfic everyday that have to do with so many of the other characters! Not to mention how the fandom has grown so much and opened it’s arms to diverse castings/storylines (people of colour edits, lgbt+ headcanons, etc.)
Honestly I love you guys who make it so much more active, colourful, and fun! And as a person of colour it seriously warms my heart to see this!
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It has taken me a long time to get to this, but I hadn’t forgotten.
Part 1 is here, with @aslansblessings‘ lovely photocollage that inspired it.
Part 2 is here.
“It was no ordinary wardrobe, you know,” Polly told Lucy on another morning, when they were working together in the kitchen. “When Digory brought that apple back for his mother, he planted the core in their garden, along with his Uncle Andrew’s rings – horrid man! The core grew into another beautiful apple tree, but it was blown down in a storm just before Digory’s family inherited that big old house in Coombe Halt. Digory had the wood from the tree made into the wardrobe. It was Narnian wood, you see, right from the very beginning.”
“That’s why Aslan brought us to it,” Lucy whispered, her eyes bright as stars and shining with delight. “It held Narnian magic. His magic, so He could lead us there.”
“Absolutely, my dear,” Polly beamed. “You’ve no idea how relieved Digory was, when you all told him the Witch was finally gone – he had been carrying around that guilt and worry since we were children.”
Lucy nodded thoughtfully. “I understand that – of course he would feel guilty – but if none of that had occurred – if you and Digory had never been to Narnia – we never would have been, either. Surely there was some comfort in that.”
“Oh, I know there was,” Polly agreed firmly. “I am sure that it was all part of what Aslan intended to happen. Still, you cannot imagine what it meant to Digory to know that Jadis was finished – that she could no longer hurt Narnia after centuries of doing so.”
Lucy smiled. “It makes me happy that we did something for him, after all he has done for us – after all you’ve both done.”
“You’re meant to be in our lives and we in yours, and no mistake, my dear,” Polly said. “Now, hand me that peeler and we’ll get to work on the potatoes.”
****
That afternoon, when they were all down at the beach taking a swim, Edmund spotted a figure walking over the sand toward them, and he leaned his head on Peter’s should and groaned.
“Tell me that’s not who I think it is,” he begged Peter, who looked up and shielded his eyes to see down the beach.
“No, it really is, unfortunately,” Peter murmured. He stood, brushing the sand off his trunks.
“Eustace,” he said neutrally, as the figure got closer.
“Apparently I have you lot to blame for being here,” Eustace said nastily, ignoring Peter’s greeting. “Harold and Alberta thought it would ‘do me good’ to go the seaside, after hearing that you were going with those dotty friends of yours. Do me good, when I sunburn and can’t swim!”
“You could learn,” Edmund suggested, not bothering to hide his sarcasm.
“Of course you could,” Lucy said, kindly trying to come to the rescue. She had been down by the water and had come back when she saw Eustace approaching. She did not like their cousin any more than her brothers did, but that was all the more reason not to leave Peter and Edmund alone with Eustace. “I could help teach you. I’ve been trying to do better at swimming all year at school.”
Something flickered in Eustace’s face, but all he said was, “I don’t like the water. I’ve got to get back. Just thought I would thank you for having a perfectly lovely summer spoiled.”
He turned away and sauntered back down the beach, hands in his pockets.
“Horrid little beast,” Edmund said, once Eustace was out of earshot. “As if we coerced Harold and Alberta into bringing him here, when it’s the last thing we would have done.”
“He does seem to go out of his way to be unpleasant,” Lucy agreed.
“He’s defensive,” Peter said, frowning. “I can’t imagine it’s easy living under his parents’ roof, and he probably isn’t liked by many of his schoolmates. I don’t care for him either, but I think he’s so nasty because he’s unhappy.”
“Is Lucy rubbing off on you?” Edmund asked. “She’s usually the one trying to find the good in everyone. Eustace is a beast, that’s all.”
Lucy swatted Edmund on the arm. “You’re one to talk. As if you weren’t trying to redeem every one of our subjects in Narnia who committed some kind of transgression.”
“Eustace isn’t redeemable,” Edmund grumbled.
“Don’t be so sure,” Peter smiled. “If he shows up again, maybe we can just let him be and see what happens.”
****
Of course, it was just as they were all starting to get comfortable again that the rug was pulled from under their feet.
Eustace, despite his animosity toward his cousins, had come by several times in the week since his first appearance. Lucy, convinced at this point that he was so unpleasant because he was lonely, had been true to her word and endeavored to teach him how to swim, though he protested and criticized her the entire time. Edmund was out in the water with them, keeping an eye on them both, as he was a much stronger swimmer than either of them. Peter had elected, on this particular afternoon, to read on the beach in his swim trunks, while Susan was helping Polly with the laundry.
Once she and Polly had hung everything up to dry in the backyard, Susan decided to change into her own bathing suit and join her siblings in the water. At the top of the stairs, there happened to be a window that looked straight out onto their little strip of beach, which they usually left open to allow the breeze into the house. What Susan saw out of that window as she started down the stairs made her freeze in terror.
The water was perfectly calm, rippling in small, gentle waves against the sand – except directly around Lucy, Edmund, and Eustace, where it was beginning to swirl and chop ominously. As Susan watched, she saw Eustace’s arms suddenly flail upward.
“Peter!” she screamed, and her brother, thankfully ever on the alert, looked up and immediately tossed his book aside, running for the water. Susan flew down the stairs and was out on the sand in a moment, her legs not a match for Peter’s but swift nonetheless, and they both hit the water and began swimming furiously.
Susan had the presence of mind to look for her siblings before plunging in, and she saw Edmund treading water and could hear him shouting instructions, while Lucy tried to contend with a struggling Eustace. The waves around them were higher, now, and Susan’s heart went into her throat when she came up and saw a large wave break directly over all three of them. Peter was ahead of her, but she was catching up to him as they both neared the rough water, working harder against the currents that were engulfing their siblings and cousin.
The three heads cams up again, but it was getting harder and harder for Susan and Peter to make any headway toward them, and she could see that all three of them were having difficulty now, worn out against the currents and waves that were so powerful.
Just as Susan thought she and Peter would reach them, a wave twice as large as all the rest rose up and engulfed all of them, sending her and Peter tumbling backward through the water.
When they both came up, almost next to each other, choking and covered in sand, the other three were gone.
“No!” Susan cried. She plunged back into the water, frantic, searching for hands or feet or hair, but found nothing. She broke the surface again, intending to keep looking, but Peter grabbed her from behind before she could disappear again.
“No, Su, it’s all right,” he said breathlessly. “They’re safe. Can’t you feel it?”
Susan twisted around, incredulous, wild with fear. “What do you mean they’re safe, Peter? They’re drowning, we have to find them –”
She broke off abruptly as, suddenly, she did feel it. Sharp prickling, dancing painfully over her skin like electricity. Not the pulling that she remembered so vividly from when they went to help Caspian, but the same pain.
She sagged against Peter as all the fight went out of her momentarily, flooding her with exhaustion. “Never the same way twice,” she said bitterly.
“Just wait,” Peter said gently, treading water and still managing to give Susan some support. “You know what it was like when we came back before; they’ll be right back.”
Just as quickly as she had been drained of seemingly everything, Susan was suddenly filled with fury. She looked up at the sky. “Don’t you dare break their hearts the way you did mine,” she said viciously. “You give them a proper chance to say goodbye.”
Peter began to say something, but just at that moment, the water around them swirled, and Lucy, Eustace, and Edmund all surfaced, gasping for air but unharmed, and Susan fell on them, crying unashamedly as she hugged them and tried to cling to all three of them at once.
“You’re all right? Tell me you’re all right!” she begged, framing Lucy’s face with her hands.
“We’re fine, Su, I promise,” Lucy said gently, understanding her sister’s keen distress. “All of us. We’re fine.”
Peter shared a long embrace with Edmund, and a newly-shy Eustace even consented to hug Peter, before Peter took control of the chaos.
“Let’s all go up to the house and get dry, and then we’ll get the Professor and Polly and you can tell us everything,” he said, urging the three younger ones toward shore. “You scared us to death!”
They went willingly, but Peter caught Susan’s forearm before she could follow them.
“Su,” he pleaded, “please stay with us. Listen to what happened to the others. It might help you to talk about Narnia, instead of pretending that it never happened. Obviously our connection with Narnia isn’t about to go away.”
Susan stopped, her face turned away from her brother. “I want to stop feeling angry and betrayed and brokenhearted, Peter,” she said, almost too low for him to hear. “I don’t know how. Every time I think I’ve put myself back together again, something happens to put me back in the same place of loss.”
“So don’t ignore the loss, embrace it,” Peter said, coming around so that he was in front of Susan. He grasped her bicep with one hand and used the other to lift her chin so that she was looking at him. “Don’t deny what you’ve lost or what you’ve gained, Susan the Gentle. The loss is terrible, but our life in Narnia was also an extraordinary gift. Learn how to live with all of it. That’s what we’re all trying to do, in our own ways. And I would much rather have you with us on the journey, than have you divided from us.”
More tears began to slide down Susan’s cheeks, but she managed a smile. “Sometimes I hate you so much, Peter the Magnificent,” she said, just managing to get the teasing tone in her voice to overcome the sob that was threatening to emerge instead.
Peter laughed and pulled her close for a moment, kissing her forehead. He kept an arm around Susan’s shoulders, and Susan wound an arm around his waist, as they waded back up to the beach.
Get To Know Me I was tagged by randomlivisnotokay Tag ten people you want to get to know better. Birthday: July 4 Gender: Female Eye Colour: blue grey Hair Colour: Brown and Blonde with Cherry red streaks Relationship Status: Married to my high school sweetheart (and possibly Chris hemsworth, Chris Evans and Ben Barnes lol Zodiac: Cancer Pets: My dog Chester ( or Messy Moo, long story don't ask lol) Wake Up Time: I work like 40+ hours a week doing shift work so whenever I can sleep in its till like 12 lol Lemonade or Sweet Tea: Both? Both! both is good! Cats or Dogs: DOGS Day or Night: Night Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi (actually 7UP) Call or Text: texting, I space out on the phone Meet a Celebrity: I have met Allison Stoner, Tom Felton, the phelps twins, mike Myers, Hayden painterre, and. A few others, still have yet to meet Emma Watson or Evanna Lynch(that'd be amazing!) Smiles or Eyes: Both Chapstick or Lipstick: Lipstick Last Song I Listened To: Colors - Halsey A bit more about myself: If I could afford the education, I probably would've went through for movie director or PHD in Tudor History
First on my list of awesome people- Alice, @aslansblessings/ @alice-c-anna She's AMAZING okay? Like she invited me into the Narnia fandom and is so super nice!!!! I LOVE her headcannons they are the BEST and so cool! And our combined headcannons that get soooo long make me so happy. <3 her so much, she deserves all the best.
