Post by susan on May 20, 2011 11:39:53 GMT -5
* all the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely players
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She vaguely remembered falling asleep after she had managed to eat just a little bit of soup. She figured that she'd be waking up worse then she had when she fell asleep. But she hadn't, when she woke up, she felt different. No longer tired, no longer feverish, or ill. She felt good, and when she opened her eyes she was surprised that she hadn't been hit by a migraine as soon as she opened her eyes. She closed her eyes again, happy to be finally on the mend. Things would be okay for her. She was getting better.
It was then again, that in a split second she realized that she had not been in her room. She opened her eyes in a flash and sat up strait. The room was bright, and none of the curtains were closes. And yet she didn't feel out of place, she felt as if she had been there before. She blinked once again before she walked to the window to observe the very early morning. It seemed to be a clear blue sky, no rain, there wasn't anything wrong at all. Back home it had been raining, and she made her conclusion from it, turning her back to the window and observing the room in more detail. It took her but a few moments to realize that she indeed was not in England anymore. She was somewhere else, somewhere if asked yesterday she would have denied it's existence. Narnia.
She didn't quite know what to think. She had been told that she had been to old, to grown up, for narnia. And so she had claimed it to be a kids game, with pain in her hearth but she had done so. She walked around the room, and realized that she was in Cair Paravel, but that was impossible. Cair Paravel was a ruin, as far as she remembered it last time she had been in narnia. She walked to her wardrobe, or what she remembered to be her wardrobe, and picked out a green dress. It was simple, but at the moment Susan was more concerned with why she was in Narnia rather then what she was wearing.
After she brushed her hair, and had her dress on she exited the room. Surprised to see the castle as it once had been. She remembered her way. It was quite in her former home, and it wasn't such a shock to her, seeing as it was very early still. It probably would take some time before she got to talk with who ever had the castle in his or her hands at this moment. Maybe she should have paid more attention to her cousin when he had told them of his adventure with Jill. She walked around the castle looking around carefully to find any kind of change.
Finding no one in the dinging hall, or anyone really except some servants. She decided to wait in the throne room. She figured that eventually someone would come here, and otherwise she'd start asking questions, and finding out why she was here and who was ruling Narnia. She paced around a bit, going over the situation, the possible things that might be going on. She honestly didn't know what to make of it, and that didn't happen to often.
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