(REVISED VERSION)

I will take some time to revise each of the chapters I've written so far and once I'm done (which I hope doesn't take too long) I will continue the story :)

PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING THE ACTUAL STORY! (I won't take you long and you'll understand this story better)

First I should let you know this is an AU, therefore I took some creative liberties. This story takes place after "The last battle" but I changed a few things (and added some others):

a) Peter, Edmund and Lucy are in Aslan's country, while many Narnians and Telmariens still live in Narnia, because Narnia was never destroyed.

b) Susan grew older in London and she eventually got married. She has three daughters: Bridget (16), Caroline (11) and Alice (7). Their father is dead. Susan's family is still known as Pevensie simply because I like that last name better than any other I could have created for them.

c) After Tirian, the Telmarine dynasty continued ruling over Narnia for years. The current king in Narnia is named King Tavian VII.

d) This is the story of Bridget Pevensie.

So, here's the first chapter of this story.

I'll try to keep all my chapters above 1,500 words. This one here is around 1,700 so I already acomplished that goal in this one.

Enjoy :)

Chapter I

"Learn to believe"

"…and then, the High King turned around just in time to stop Miraz's blade from killing him, and with a swift twirl taking the sword, he pierced Miraz's shoulder with it. Everyone was staring at them both, wanting to know what was happening"

Her mother's voice was a bit too exaggerated as if wanting to give emphasis to the story. She tended to do that when narrating stories. She was acting everything in front of her little daughter, using an umbrella as a sword and she had a blanket tied around her neck and falling down her back as if it was a cape.

"All the Telmarines were expecting Peter to kill Miraz, which was what any of them would have done in such situation, but no, Peter didn't kill Miraz. Instead he passed the sword to prince Caspian…"

"And Caspian killed him, mommy?" sweet little Alice asked, bewildered by the tale.

In all the stories her mother had told her, she always spoke of Caspian as a very noble young man, never as ruthless as his own kin, the Telmarines. Alice never thought Caspian could be able to kill his uncle, not because he didn't dare or because he wasn't strong enough to do it… No, Caspian wasn't a tad weak… He was far too noble and had enough courage not to do it.

"What do think he did, honey?" her mother asked tenderly, encouraging her daughter to think of the following part of the story.

"Well… I don't think Caspian killed him…" she said slowly and at the same time tying to figure out how the tale could go on. "But Miraz was a very mean king. I'm sure the Telmarines didn't like him at all!" Alice said with a funny frown on her brow.

"Not even one bit" her mother assured her. "And yes, you're right, Caspian didn't kill his uncle, he was far too courageous to do such a thing. Miraz thought he was actually going to kill him in revenge of his father's murder, he even told Caspian he had the makings of a Telmarine king… to which Caspian responded he was not like him, sinking the sword in the ground in front of his uncle. The whole Narnian army burst in applauses for their prince as he did that…"

As her mother was sitting on Alice's bed, telling her another overly boring and childish bedtime story about this magical land her mother invented, Bridget was reading a book calmly on the bed next to them and even though she was trying to pay attention to her reading she was half-listening to the story her mother was telling her seven-year-old sister.

Another story about this Kings and Queens of Old and this pathetically noble prince named Capian, Casian or something... And there was even a bloody talking mouse! How could her sister enjoy that kind of stories? They were so stupid! And for God's sake, the heroes in these stories were merely kids!

Caroline, the middle Pevensie sibling, came out of the bathroom dressed in her pajamas and with a towel around her head to dry her hair. She also sat on Alice's bed to listen to the story her mother was telling her younger sister at that time.

Even though Caroline was about to turn twelve in a few weeks, she still loved the stories her mother knew about Narnia. Bridget always was telling her she was way too old for those kinds of fairytales but Caroline never listened to her. As usual…

Her favourite moment of the day was when her mother was sharing with her and Alice more and more stories about Narnia and it's inhabitants even if Bridget always was reluctant to have to hear them, because the three Pevensie girls slept in the same room. Even if Bee did everything not to listen to those tales, she always ended up hearing them… against her will, of course.

Bridget again focused on her book and managed to read a few paragraphs but when her mother started talking about walking trees that were finishing off this enemy army, she again started to pay attention to the story thinking that this time her mother really lost her mind.

"… breaking the Telmarines' catapults and making them run away. The huge trees were still following them…"

"You're telling her about the battle against the Telmarines?" Caroline asked filled with interest and happy she already knew that story, for that meant she didn't miss any part of it while having a bath.

"Oh, come on, you can't actually like that story?" Bridget asked her sister mockingly. "The one of the evil king who killed the poor prince's father? And in which Capian later fights for his throne and ends up living happily ever after in his huge castle?"

"Hey! You ruined the end, Bee!" Alice said highly annoyed.

"His name is Caspian, Bridget" her mother corrected her. "And yes, it's that magnificent story of betrayal, friendship, honour and being able to fight for what you believe in" she smiled as she said those words, for she remembered the whole adventure inside her head and through her heart. She remembered her time as Queen Susan the Gentle and everything she, her siblings and Caspian got through to free the Narnians from the Telmarines.

"Why do you always encourage them to believe all those fairytales, mother? That's just what they are: Fairytales"

"Trust me, Bee, they are more than just fairytales"

"Mother, is that for real?" Bridget looked at her mother in disbelief and closed her book. "I can't believe you really think that way. You are too old to believe that foolishness! You're just filling Alice and Caroline's heads with things that simply can not happen!"

"Bridget, don't talk to me that way" her mother said strictly, a bitter tone mixing in her voice, but what really surprised her sixteen-year-old daughter was the fact that there was some sort of demand of being respected when her mother spoke to her. It was quite ironic they were talking about kings and queens at the moment because she would have sworn her mother looked like a queen at that time.

"I'm sorry, mother. I didn't mean to talk to you that way. What I'm just saying is that you have to stop telling them this stories" she finished.

"What's the problem if I tell them my Narnian stories? You used to believe in those stories as well" Susan made her daughter think through that for a while.

"Yeah, well that happened before I knew how dark the world really. That war is not and epic fight, but a brutal and cruel massacre. There are people out there who don't hesitate to kill or rob. That's why you have to quit, because it's truly disappointing to think of a happy, nonexistent land such as Narnia and then realize that kind of stuff doesn't exist"

Susan was utterly shocked by her daughter's words. She remembered when she was about her age and she also wanted to stop believing in Narnia. She spent quite some time thinking Narnia was nothing more than a childhood game or an infant's tale.

Bridget was more very much alike her when she was her age. Susan wasn't sure that was a very good thing, though. When she was sixteen she could only believe what she saw with her own eyes, she didn't believe in any sort of fictional story and her mind insisted on explaining everything through logic.

"Girls, I'll finish telling you this story, tomorrow, all right?" she said looking at her two daughters lovingly.

"Okay, mommy"

"Yes, sure"

"Goodnight, then" she said and placed a sweet kiss on each their foreheads. Then she looked at Bridget and made a gesture for her daughter to follow her as she exited the room.

They went to Susan's bedroom and there they both sat on the bed looking at each other without knowing how to start this talk. There was this unpleasant silence filling the room, dense and revolving around them. But finally her mother spoke, breaking the uncomfortable atmosphere.

"I don't blame you for not believing, Bee. But you have to let your sisters do it if that's what they want to"

"They're too old to think of magical countries and talking animals, mother"

"I'm older than them both and I fervently believe Narnia is real"

Bridget felt an urge to laugh at her mother's words but as she looked at her and saw how serious she was, she held back that impulse.

"But… why?" Bridget had to ask. Why a forty-three-year-old woman could believe that kind of things?

Her mother took a deep breath and looked straight into her daughter's ocean blue eyes.

"You remember I once told you I lost all my family on a train crash?" Susan said, tears stating to form in her eyes.

Bridget only nodded. She knew part of that story but she didn't even know the names of her uncles and her aunt because her mother never liked to speak about that. Now it was her chance to know, to get some answers about an unspoken matter between her mother and her.

"The thing is… they didn't die. They are all in a place named Aslan's country. It's a land much alike to Narnia"

"W-what?"

" I was supposed to be with them… but I really didn't spend a lot of time with them since… since the return"

Bridget was getting more and more confused but she thought it would be better if she didn't ask any questions and let her mother explain everything.

And she did. Her mother told her everything about her siblings, about who the Kings and Queens of Old were. Bridget was utterly surprised about that bit in which her mother was a ruler of a magical and foreign land, it seemed impossible. Susan explained everything about Aslan, why Peter and she were not allowed to return to Narnia ever again, her despair and attempt to forget after that, and how after her sibling's death she started believing again. Then in a dream Aslan spoke to her and told her where her siblings really were.

"You…" Bridget couldn't continue. It was a huge revelation and she still was in a state of shock. "Do you… really expect me to believe that?"

"No, I don't" her mother simply answered. "I just want you to learn to believe"

Then she stood up and went to take something out a small drawer. It was something wrapped in sliver silk and she gave that to Bridget. Her daughter looked at her with questioning eyes.

"You can unpack it" her mother smiled at her.

Bridget did as she was told and was utterly amazed by what she saw. It was an ivory horn with beautiful carvings all over it. It seemed to have the form of a lion's mouth, roaring, and there were some golden details decorating it. It was truly beautiful.

Bridget perfectly knew what that was. Her mother told her in one of the stories that prince Caspian had summoned the Kings and Queens of Old using a magic horn from one of them.

She looked at her mother with her eyes wide open.

Queen Susan's horn.

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