films: narnia

Susan Pevensie

The 1st day

That day was the hardest for Susan.                                                                   Aunt Alberta was sobbing so hard, Mr and Mrs Pole have just arrived, the look on their faces was something Susan never forgot, that or the sound of the sirens (police cars, ambulances) it was hard to make the difference. She always thought of smoking as a nasty habit but that day it seems like a normal thing to do, like an obvious escape.

3 years later

Estranged, that is a nice word to describe Susan, 3 years have gone and sometimes she wasn’t aware of them, of their lost of her lost.                             She came to Oxford to hang with some friends everything and she almost forgot which day was it, almost…                                                By accident, she ends up next to the statue, that statue, that very same place where her brothers hang so often. The place where they used to laugh and joke about if that was King Edmund The Just or the High King Peter, she almost heard Peter’s laugh and that smirk on Edmund’s face. It was like they were there waiting for her, so close to her…

5 years later

She hated that day, well, she actually hated every day that was a reminder of them, of their existence. After the accident, it took Susan a year use normally the train again. She was so deep in her thoughts that she barely could listen but it was so distinctive, her laugh. <‘’Susan, come on’’>                                                        By the time Susan react the train appear in front of her…. ’‘Lucy?’’ 

12 years later

A decade, a decade and a little bit more, that’s too much time. Susan was on vacation in America, again since she was 15, her friends take her to the Arizona dessert but the only thing she saw were the stars. So clear, so shining, so powerful and in the back of her head a whisper, a name, Aslan…

30 years later

A lifetime, that is what Susan lived… her life. Yes, it was hard but at the same time, it became easy. These days she had a family, not like the one she lost, but a good one. She often thought about her parents, she was older than them when they die. It cost her 30 years, near to 11,000 days to came at peace with them, with her… because it never was about the lipsticks or the parties, it was about forget and forgive, learn and eventually move on.                                                                     Three decades and one day she realises who she is: Susan Pevensie, mother, daughter, sister, wife, partner, friend, Queen.                                                       She is Susan Pevensie, the smart one of her group, the realistic, the kind, the gentle… She is Queen Susan of Narnia, sister of High King Peter, of King Edmund and Queen Lucy, she is Susan, the best archer in all Narnia, she is Susan a believer in Aslan and she remembers. She finally remembers.

Used to Be’s

They used to be Kings and Queens.

Their kingdom was a heartbeat away and the land they ruled expanded to the furthest point on the horizon.

But now it’s a world of heartache away and the land is nothing more than a couple of acres hidden in the deepest parts of their adolescent minds.

They used to be Kings and Queens.

He used to be The Magnificent.

He was a strong man with features chiseled from the rare diamonds and sapphires that were found in the deepest of caves, his eyes shining like the brightest star in the cobalt sky, his smile warm and inviting but stern and unrelenting. He used to have an army at his fingertips and a cabinet of officials at his beck and call.

But now he’s a boy too young to be old and too old to be young.

He used to be The Magnificent.

She used to be The Gentle.

She was a graceful woman with eyes that had all of the oceans crashing in their depths and hair that rippled like a calm river flowing into the sea. She held her head up high, but never looked down on others. Her soft features and dimpled smile were always a source of welcome and comfort in the darkest of times.

But now she’s a spindly girl with a heart so large it’s broken with every word spoken to her.

She used to be The Gentle.

He used to be The Just.

He was a fair-minded young man who always looked past the obvious and saw into the depths of people with his richly brown eyes that were as steady as the earth below, and as intangible as the finches of the same color that soar too high, and invite so few to join them. He ruled with a fist that was hot enough to bend iron but cool enough to blow away the heat.

And now he’s nothing more than a boy different from what he was, but unchangeable in his ways.

He used to be The Just.

She used to be The Valiant.

As wild as a young colt who is heedless of the dangers surrounding them, and as tame as a well-worn mare who had faced many storms and knew of the troubles ahead. She had eyes that were wonderstruck and already waiting in anticipation for the next miracle to come, her freckles mapped out the stars of a summers night and sunspots danced on her skin even in the darkest of times.

Now she’s nothing but a hopeless optimist that fares the worst of storms, yet faithfully holds onto nothing more than a memory.

She used to be The Valiant.

They used to be Kings and Queens of their destiny. They used to have titles of importance.

But now they are the survivors of tragic horrors that were spun in their minds by a thread of magic. And try as they might, to return to the days of hope and glory, the wardrobe would not let them in.

Okay but I just imagine the Pevensies going to their respective schools after Prince Caspian, and it doesn’t take the other kids long to notice something is…off about them.
There’s something rough in the edges of Peter that the worst of the other boys keep getting cut on. Something powerful and confident. He was always likable, the shining golden child that the school trots out as a perfect example to incoming students, but now he is strong, he has emerged from the countryside a leader. He stands up to bullies, he always has, but he’s more eager to get into a fight these days than to talk them down. He’s a strong hand and quick word, but there’s power to back it up this time.
There’s something in the way Susan tilts her head that makes her seem like a woman. The way she carries herself high and tall, the proud line of her shoulders as she walks down the hall that makes some lable her to high and mighty for her own good. The world doesn’t know what to do with queens, and that’s what Susan seems to be these days.
There’s something dark lurking in Edmund that makes the other boys uneasy. Something wild and untamed in the now quiet boy. He no longer gets into fights, no longer bullies or mocks the others. In fact, he’s taken to stopping fights, to pushing back against his former friends when they try to take things to far. His roomate claims he wakes screaming from nightmares sometimes, and the stillness of his presence belies the intensity of his eyes.
There’s something burning in Lucy that wasn’t before. All the teachers comment on it. There’s something loud and cheerful in the girl who used to be quiet, and she makes friends even faster than before, pulled in by her captivating orbit. She spins fantastic tales, and is scolded for having her head in the clouds. She tells her tales of magical kingdoms as if she were really there, and gets sad sometimes, as if she misses the people who were never there.

Everyone agrees that something happened to the Pevensie children in the country, but they never talk about it. The adults eventually just chalk it up to the war, and almost forget about the strange children that populatetd their classrooms, until they read about the tragedy in the paper. Then they remember. And they never forget.

Can I just *deep breath* talk about how much I love that Aslan appears bigger as people grow older?? Instead of smaller? Because one of the most painful things about growing up is finding the places and things and yes, even the people, even the dreams we loved as children made smaller by time and experience and it’s SO beautiful that C.S. Lewis chose to illustrate Aslan as not only keeping up with growth and experience but also exceeding it, become greater as our needs become greater, even though it is not Him that has changed. Because it isn’t God who changes. What changes is how much he is revealed to us.

things i want to talk about more: - the pevensies freaking everyone out when they come back - all of the london children sent to the countryside came back different - some came back wilder, some came back taller, but the pevensie children came back really… odd - no one mentions anything to helen, of course - but people begin to remark that the children are different - they might say they had come back tamer, politer, but that was not the case - the pevensie siblings were perhaps politer than the children they’d left as, but now they hold themselves differently. they seem out of place among school children, but just as removed from the adults. - a teacher suggests edmund and peter join a team, in an effort to integrate them - taking the advice and join the fencing team - and promptly get kicked out for being too violent, too ruthless - susan learns quickly that the young teacher who leads her classes knows nothing of the world. the woman (more of a girl) blanches at the mention of blood - lucy is too young to go to board at susan’s school, so she is kept at home with her mother - she is not used to her height (a week, a month, a year ago she was two and a half feet higher) but even less used to being treated as child - in her home, she had not been a child since they began to call her queen - she learns to use the assumption of her innocence as a weapon. no one expects the little girl to sleep with her hand on a knife - their parents notice last, only begin to wonder at lucy’s stumbling and peter’s bruises long after others have given up on labeling them