Narnia – A Letter Found

By Allyson

(A/N: All characters from Narnia belong to C. S. Lewis and not me)

Dear Lucy,

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder. Always keep your thoughts open-minded and warm-hearted. Please don't let grief or regret shadow you, like I did. When one door closes, I hope one more opens. You never know when Narnia will need you again.

Dear Peter,

I know you'll never settle for the path of least resistance. Please don't let grief stop you from living or dampen your spirits. As Mum always says, when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance. You don't want to look back in years to come and wonder where those years have gone.

Dear Susan,

Promise you'll give faith a fighting chance. Living might mean taking chances but their worth taking. Don't let some foolish love leave your heart bitter. Trust me; they'll regret what they have lost. If you come close to losing hope, reconsider. Peter and Lucy will always be there for you.

May you all never take one single breath for granted. Know I love you and will always be thinking of you. No regrets, no hard feelings, look after one another.

Your Edmund

Tears rolled down Susan's cheeks as she held the faded letter in a death grip. She had been searching the boy's bedroom for a book that Peter had left behind after University. She'd found the letter wedged in the corner of a drawer and curiosity had got the best of her.

Why had he written such a letter? It sounded just like he knew he would –

A door closing downstairs and then footsteps making their way up the stairs wrenched Susan from her terrified thought. Looking up, she felt her heart lurch in relief. Standing in the doorway, wearing his regimental uniform, his arm in a sling and looking tired, but concerned, from his long journey, was her baby brother.

"Ed!" scrambling to her feet, she dove at her brother, the letter still crumpled in her fist. "Don't ever leave."

With his good arm, Edmund hugged her tightly. "Whatever's the matter?"

Susan just shook her head from where it was buried in his shoulder. "Just promise."

"Alright," murmured Edmund.

Susan relaxed at his promise but it would be later in the evening, after Edmund had told his family that he had been discharged from his duties due to his war wound, before she eventually let go of the letter she had found.

The End

(Inspired by 'I Hope You Dance' by Lee Ann Womack)