The characters are not of my own creation but belong to C.S Louis, merely the plot is mine. No 'real' profit is being made."

Illness through the eyes of a child.

Years had come and gone after the dreadful train wreck in London. Susan Pevensie hadn’t heard about it all, until almost a full day later and it was then that she realized her family was gone. The only person left was herself. She mourned them for a long time, feeling alone and desperate to be with them but soon she realized that they had moved on to a better place and that they would want her to move on with her own life. This she did, though it was hard in the beginning, she managed to move on. She lived shortly with her grandparents and then once she was able to she moved out on her own she obtained a job, a career and even a husband, Charlie Williams. Her life began to be normal again and though she missed her family every day, new and wonderful things were happening to her in her life.
She hardly ever though about Narnia in her early adult hood. She was more preoccupied with life itself and the wonders that were there for she learned by the death of her family that life was too short not to enjoy every minute of it. With her wonderful job and the love of her life everything seemed perfect but soon even those good times must turn to serious times and it was now her turn to have a family of her own. Susan was now the proud mother of two. Her oldest child was a boy, Samuel, dark and handsome like his father he had been keen to follow along in his footsteps. He was brave and athletic and most of his young life and into his teen year he played football any time he could. He was pour at school but was learning to try or he would be punished by no being able to play. He was a carefree boy all for the love of the game. Her youngest, Faith, a daughter, wasn’t anything like her father or her mother. Faith had a wild imagination and didn’t care much for any of the things that Susan herself had taken interest in when she was her daughters age. Oh no, Faith was almost a spacey child, with a heart for adventure and the mind to believe that anything was possible. She found the miraculous in the most common places and you could even say she was more like the aunt, that she had never met. Faith could have been a twin sister to Lucy, they were so alike in personality and looked that Susan had marveled in it every time she caught her daughter in her many adventures. Faith kept her young.
Faith was a small child, and yet, was an imaginative child but very much a child that learn to be on her own. She spent most of her time making up her own adventures as her father, mother and brother were all far to busy to spend time with a little, imaginative child. It was through Faith, however that Susan began to remember her childhood and the wonders that were Narnia. She expected that some day her daughter would come rushing into her, as Lucy once had, to tell her of a whole other world through a great door that no one else had the change of knowing about. Many times Faith had come to her filthy from her play with an absolutely magical glow in her eyes. Another world would have certainly been something that little Faith would have adored to find.
One afternoon, while the boys had gone out and Faith had remained in with her mother, she realized that something was wrong in her mothers eyes. She sat quietly on the floor and watched as her mother fidgeted and couldn’t bring herself to a comfortable position. She seemed distant and unaware of her surroundings. Her face was pail and for the first time Faith could see how old her mother was becoming, the signs of fatigue and age were written deeply on her face. If was one of the worst realizations that a child could have but she did not let her mother see that she was worried. To Susan it didn’t look like she was being watched, for Faith had occupied herself with a large bit of canvas and some paints.
Faith was an amazing artist. For a child of her age she was wonderful at capturing the subject that she had been studying and much like the master painters of our time she wasn’t appreciated for her talent. It seemed to Faith like her parents never really saw anything that she had done, well not her father that was certain but her mother was much more attentive. Susan had marveled many night at paintings by her young daughter and though many of them were of every day objects or of flowers from the garden there were some that, to Susan, had far more magic in them than she could have ever imagined and it was these paintings that drew her further back to Narnia. They had a Narnian look to them and even some, she was sure, had a Faun or a Centaur amidst the trees and flowers. Or even in the colours that the child had chosen, Susan was reminded of something, especially in the blues and gold. They were the most vivid reminders and she could nearly see Aslan looking back at her.
Susan’s discomfort only grew over the next few days and her mind began to wander. She felt pains that she had never felt before and sicknesses had begun to take hold of her daily. Finally her husband had taken her to the hospital and left his son to watch Faith, after all there was no need to worry the children about anything. But really there was plenty of cause for worry and Faith had caught it in her mothers eyes as she and her father left the house that morning.
As soon as their parent had gone Samuel, Faith’s brother, had shot across the street to the football field where he met up with his friends.
“Stay in the house,� he had said to Faith as he rushed out, “and don’t do anything to get me in trouble,� and with that he locked her in.
Faith spent the afternoon alone, but this time it bothered her. She began to worry, though her father had told her not to, and fled to her bedroom where she hid herself away. Her bedroom faced out into the street and from her window she could watch her brother and his friends but she couldn’t bare to watch him out there being care free when she knew that something was wrong. She shut the sun out of her room by pulling closed her drapes and she found herself in darkness. Quickly she pulled herself under her huge four poster bed where she kept all of her secret things and with an electric torch she could see all of the things that would comfort her.
Under her bed, Faith had made herself a little den, like that of a wild animal and beneath the mattress she kept some of her most prized possessions, like paintings she had done that she would never show anyone, for if she had shown them to her mother, Susan would have know it was Narnia. Faith had never been to Narnia but her wild imagination had always been filled with it. It was like she was looking through someone else’s eyes at this wonderful place and could see everything as vividly as if it were in her own garden. She didn’t know what this magical place was called but she could see it clearly in her head. This was where she went when she was sad or lonely because she knew that there she was not alone. She also kept with her an old photograph of her mother and her siblings. She had always seen herself in her aunt Lucy’s picture and could tell by her face that she would have been understood by this person. Her heart ached for Lucy, Edmond and Peter and she mourned the family she had never met. Her tears ran smoothly down her cheeks and quickly she cried herself to sleep, alone, under her bed and longing for Narnia.
When she awoke there was a great commotion in the house. Samuel had returned and it sounded like her mother and father had as well. She rushed out from under her bed, looked quickly in the looking glass to straighten her hair and ran to see what was going on. Samuel caught her at the door to their parents room before she could run in to see them.
“You can’t go in there,� he said severely, “mother is ill and the doctor is with her. Father doesn’t want you to bother anyone.�
“I wont be a bother,� Faith said as she struggled against her brother, “I just want to see mother, what is wrong with her?�
“Father wont say,� Samuel said trying to stay brave, “but it must be something bad.�
“Why didn’t she stay at the hospital if something is really wrong?� Faith asked fear building within her.
“Because there is probably nothing they can do for her now,� Samuel said as he let a tear roll down his cheek.
Faith stopped fussing against her brother and hugged him tightly, “is she going to die?� She whispered as tears rushed down her face.
“I hope not,� Samuel said as he hugged her tighter, “I really hope not,� he looked more like a child than he had ever looked to Faith and despair filled them both.

this was pretty good
Narnia was a good movie I can't wait until the next one comes out later this year

the books are wonderful. i would highly recommend them if you have not yet read them.

that is only the first chapter, here is the second.
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Past the Photo of Black and White

Days passed slowly now that Susan was sick. It was known by all now that something was terribly wrong. The doctors were always in and out of the house. A nurse had moved into their home and sat with Susan almost all the time. She took so many pills that Faith couldn’t tell them apart. Her bedroom looked more like a hospital now and with every passing day she looked more and more ill. Sadness had veiled the house. Everything seemed dark and somber. It almost seemed like the world had taken on a sickly shade of grey.
Faith was kept away from her mother as much as possible. Samuel had been able to visit her but her husband had begun to distance himself from his sick wife. Faith could see the fear in his eyes whenever she would catch him in the house, which wasn’t very often. He was only around now when the doctors came and left shortly after. She had begged the nurse to allow her to go in to her mother but always she was given the same answers, ‘she needs rest’ or ‘she’s in no state to have visitors,’ but Faith had caught glimpses as the door would open. Susan lay in the darkness and looked almost like a ghost. She knew that she should be aloud to see her. That was what her mother needed her family and friends to be sure that she knew that they cared. But it seemed that little children knew nothing about the ill or what would make them well. Susan looked sadder as the days went by and Faith had cried even to walk past her door and hear the silence that came from it.
One afternoon the nurse had been busy in the kitchen when Faith came down for tea. She had been busy painting all morning, as this was what Faith did in the summer when she was alone. She watched as the nurse busied herself with pilled and a bunch of other medical instruments that were rather frightening to a small child. “May I see her today?� Faith asked as she nibbled some sweet bread.
“Yes,� the nurse said with a sigh, “she had been asking to see you, but not right away. She had only just become comfortable and fallen asleep. When she wakes I will fetch you and you had better behave or I will have to advise your mother not to let you visit her anymore. It is not place for a child at a grown woman’s sick bed. Until then you best continue with whatever it was you were doing,� she said and picked up the tray, which held the medical utensils, and left the kitchen.
Faith couldn’t help but smile to herself. She wanted so badly to go to her mother. It was true that Faith spent most of her time alone but it was Susan she was closest with. She believe that somewhere inside her, her mother was just like her. That somewhere within Susan lurked the brilliance and the innocence that she, herself had. Quickly she finished her tea and ran back to her room, “perhaps I should bring her a gift,� Faith said, out loud, to herself as she looked down at the canvas on the floor. On it she had painted a beautiful blue sky and a lush green meadow filled with wild flowers. It looked like a window that looked out into another world, but Faith was not satisfied with it just yet. Something was missing. It almost looked like it was waiting for something, a great creature or person, to walk into the meadow and lay down among the flowers, but her mind drew a blank.
“What is supposed to be in this world?� she asked herself as she paced before her window. Outside was a much different scene from her painting. The sky was dark and grey and huge drops of rain hit the glass of the window hard. Faith shivered as she watched it. It gave her a sinking cold feeling. She wished her mother was well. Before she knew what had happened, she had angrily pulled the drapes shut and planted herself on the floor looking into the canvas.
“I wish I was in that happy place. Surely mother would be well in a beautiful world like that,� she said to herself, “That’s it!� she cried as she rolled onto her stomach and crawled under her bed, “I shall paint my mother and her siblings in the meadow, healthy and alive and together,� she told herself as she located the old, black and white, photograph among the rest of her treasures, “surely seeing her family will make her feel well again,� she said as she held the picture before herself, closed one eye and saw the four children in a border of blue sky and green grass. She jumped to her feet and ran to the tall cupboard in the wall. It was in this small closet that she kept all of her paints, brushes and canvases. She would need more colours to capture the figures in the old black and white photo. She wasn’t about to add them to her colourful world in the sad shades of grey.
Excitedly she swung open the cupboard door and stopped, frozen like a statue. She could not scream. She was so filled with fear. For there, lying among her paints, was a great golden lion. Its eyes blinked as a tube of gold paint rolled across the floor and stopped at her foot. Its tail twitched as it looked up at her. The blue of its eyes reflected the great blue colour of the sky on her canvas. Slowly the lion yawned and suddenly Faith felt calm to be looking at it. She bent down and touched the tube of paint at her foot. It almost looked like a smile crossed the lions face. The paint was the exact same colour as the lions mane.