My First Fan-Fic

Back in camp, after the boys had changed clothes, the four walked to the river to wait for Lucy. It was peacful and quiet there, except for Edmund, who was a little restless for some reason. Finally, Edmund asked if he could tell them about the battle, and after Susan and Emily consented, he proceeded to stand up and act the whole thing out. Every once in a while he had to get Peterto help him, because it was rather hard to act a battle when it is only you doing it. Susan listened with an interested look on her face, and so did Emily, for a time.
Quite suddenly, though, Emily was reminded of something. The way Edmund told his story, reminded her of cousin David's letters home. He used to describe things like that.....
"Emily?"
Emily jumped. "Sorry - I guess I was a little lost; sorry about that." She blushed a little and then said, "Please, continue, Ed."
Just as Edmund was finishing his tale, Lucy came running up. She was all out of breath and looked very excited.
"We're leaving for Cair Paravel tomorrow!" Lucy exclaimed.
"Tomorrow? Really?" Susan asked, looking nearly as excited as Lucy.
Lucy nodded. "Tomorrow!"
 
Susan and Lucy ran off talking and giggling and making plans. Edmund turned and said, "Well, I'm going to head back to camp."
Peter nodded. "Alright. I'll catch up in a moment."
"Emily?" Edmund asked.
"You go on ahead," she answered, tossing a pebble into the water.
"Alright," Edmund turned and followed his sisters.
Emily sat quietly, looking thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about, Em?" Peter asked.
"Many things," she whispered.
"Like what?"
"Like what David would have thought if he had heard about all of this." She smiled softly.
"Your cousin?"
She nodded. "Yes. He would have loved listening to the story. He always loved stories. You remind me of him, a little."
He touched her shoulder gently. "You must miss him," he said.
Emily nodded. "More than you know. But, it's not as hard to bear as it used to be."
"How do you mean?"
"I know I don't have to bear the pain alone anymore."
She fell silent again, and Peter said nothing more.
 
The next two weeks passed by quickly, and the Pevensie's coronation was abolutely lovely. Narnia was put back into order, and soon the five felt right at home there. They seldom, if ever, thought of England; it was as if with every day its memories grew fainter and fainter. Except for Emily's. Emily could never forget it, because of what she had been through there. Every once in a while it would pop back into her mind, and she would hurriedly push it back into the archives where it belonged. Besides, that wasn't her life anymore. Her life was in Narnia now; not England.
Years passed, and they had many adventures together. Soon, even to Emily the memories of England seemed like a dream that had all dreamed a very long time ago; and it was slipping straight through their fingers, and they could not reclaim it. But none of tem wanted to.
And so the day came when the five went out hunting the White Stag. They had been chasing after it all day through the Lantern Waste, when they decided to stop and take a short breather. They happened to stop next to a tall, straight tree with vines growing upon it. But as they looked upon the tree, it occured to them that it was not a tree at all, but a lamppost.
Lucy looked at it strangly and then suddenly ran off through the trees.
The others followed her, calling for her to stop, but she did't listen. The trees grew thicker and thicker, and soon they were pushing the branches aside to get through. And then, they were not pushing branches aside anymore, they were pushing aside coats.
They were all shoving and pushing and shouting things like, "Susan, you're on my foot!" and "do stop shoving!" and suddenly, they tumbled out of the wardrobe and onto the floor of the spare room. They were in England, and it apparently had only been a few seconds since they had first left.
Peter, Susan, Edmund, Lucy, and Emily sat on the floor staring at one another in complete surprise. Suddenly, they started laughing.
The door of the room opened, and the Professor stepped inside.
"Oh, there you are," he said. "What were you all doing in the wardrobe?"
Peter looked at the others and then replied, "You wouldn't believe us, if we told you sir."
The Professor smiled. "Try me."

...........

It's not quite over yet!!
 
i cried! i cried! dunno why but i cried! not like WAAA! full on cry~ like.. y'know ;) and a big tear came at "TRY ME" awww!!
awwwwww.. :)
and it not quite over! WOO! :D:D

i always thought to myself everytime at that bit... they hafta live all over again~
 
Five days later, it was raining again. Emily sat by the window with a book open on her lap. She sighed. It was always raining, it seemed. She looked back down at her book and tried to read, but she couldn't keep her mind focused on it. The day they had tumbled back through the wardrobe, they had explained everything to the Professor, and had been surprised to find that he believed them. He had said, too, that he had a story to tell them about Narnia, but he was saving it for another day.
Just then, Lucy ran in, flollowed by Edmund, and both were shouting.
Emily groaned. "Don't you two know that you could bring the Macready's wrath down on all our heads if you continue to do that?" she asked.
Edmund grinned. "Sorry, Emily," he said. "We were just playing around."
Emily smiled. "I know. Just try and keep it down though. Don't want you guys to get into trouble."
Edmund nodded and he and Lucy left.
Emily turned back to her book.
Five minutes later, Peter came in. "Em?"
"Yes?"
"You got a letter."
"I did? Who is it from?"
"I don't know. Here." He handed her the letter and waited for her to open it.
 
Okay Abby, here's a little more....

......
Emily took the letter and looked at the return address. The name on it was "Archie Springer". She looked at it strangely. The name was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before. Slowly, she opened it.
"Who is it from, Em?" Peter asked.
Emily shook her head. "The name is familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it before..." her voice trailed off as she held the letter in her trembling fingers and started to read.
 
Dear Emily,
You do not know me, but I feel as if I already know you. My name is Archie Springer and I was a good friend of your cousin, David. All he ever talked about was you. But to the point, he asked me to write this to you if anything ever happened to him. I know that you must miss him very much, and it must be very hard for you. I know, because he was my friend, too. David was looked up to and respected by all of the men he worked with, and he died saving the lives of others. You should be very proud of him. Enclosed is a note that was found in his pocket. It is written to you.
My Deepest Condolences,
Archie Springer

Emily then took up the smaller piece of paper, which looked worn and ragged. Her fingers shook as she unfolded it and started to read.

Dear Em,
If you are reading this note, it probably means that I've been killed and Archie has written to you and sent this note to you.
Em, first of all, I want you to know how much I loved you. You were like the little sister that I never had. Thank you for all of the wonderful times that we had together.
I know how terribly you must be hurting, Em; but you must pull through this. Your pain will not last forever. As your father was so fond of saying, "There's always a light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how long it is." Em, keep your eyes open, because your light is coming. You will not walk in dakness forever.
Dearest little cousin, I am running out of time now, and I must get going. Remember that I loved you very much; never forget that.
Love Always and Forever,
David

Emily put the note down and blinked hard. Peter sat down next to her and touched her shoulder.
"Are you alright, Em?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yes, Peter; I am."
Just then, through all of the dark and angry clouds outside, and single ray of sunshine broke through and poured through the window. It was still raining outside, and it was still dark, except for that one beam of light.
Several tears rolled down Emily's cheeks as she saw that.
"It's the light, Peter. The light at the end of the tunnel."

The End
 
Oh my gosh... once I saw the visitor message that said it was done I rushed over here... I must say- BRAVO. That was an amazing ending. I love it. THIS WHOLE THING WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!
*claps really hard* :D :D
 
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