If you have read The Last Battle you will know that soon after Prince Caspian Susan no longer believed in Narnia. This is a story about what it might have been like in the Pevensie household. So sad...

Lucy was sitting in the drawing room, drawing. As she moved her pencil over the paper, a faint smile crossed her face. Somwhere in the house a door slammed and Edmund strode into the room. "Hullo, it's eight o' clock all ready." he spoke out loud to himself. "Susan should be home soon, shouldn't she, Lu?" "Mmhm," Lucy muttered disinterestedly, engrossed in her picture. "What's that you're sketching?" Edmund leaned over her, trying to see what it was. "Edmund! You're in my blocking my light! It's a faun, if you must know," "Sorry," he apologized, and sat himself down in a comfortable armchair.

"Remember that evening when the fauns danced until midnight and we brought them refreshments?" he asked. Lucy looked up from her drawing. "I do. It was on the east side, and they were celebrating the fifth anniversary of the downfall of the White Witch." "Yes, that's what it was," Edmund agreed. "They were so wonderful to watch," "I'm back!" Susan's voice called brightly from the front room, and soon the entered the one her brother and sister were sitting in. "Where's Peter?" she asked. "In his room, studying," Edmund jerked his head toward the upstairs. "Oh, I had such fun at the movies!" she gushed. "What are you doing, Lucy? Why, that looks so strange!" "I think that it is a very good likeness of Mr. Tumnus," Edmund said defensively. Susan frowned. "Who?" "Mr. Tumnus, the faun," Susan looked even more puzzled. " I don't understand what you mean," "You know, Susan, Narnia," and as she said the word Lucy's whole face lit up. " You mean that silly little game we used to play when we were children?" asked Susan. "It's not a game!" said Lucy, shocked. "Well, what else would it be? Really, Lucy, I had thought you would have been more grown up now," Lucy stared at Susan in pure dibeleif. "What?"

At this moment Peter appeared, books in hand. "I'm finally finished with studying!" he announced. Lucy burst into tears. "Suan! how h-how can you!" she sobbed. She pushed her skatch into Peter's hands and fled the room. Susan looked after her for a moment, and then stormed out too, muttering things about how "immature some people" were. "What was that all about?" Peter asked Edmund. "Susan!" Edmund spat out his sister's name angrily. He, too, left in a huff.

This left Peter gazing wistfully at a little picuture of a faun.

I hope you liked it!