Title: Dragonfly in Amber

Author: FaithfulPureLight (and her sister)

Disclaimer: I wish. I really do! But alas I do not and I am only borrowing them. (Looks over to her lawyer. "Was that good?" lawyer nods. "Yay! Ok on with the introductions and then the story!" sister cheers in the background. I pull out Edmund and Peter and my sister pulls out Lucy and that witch Susan. "We own u as soon as the documents are done remember that") again just kidding!

Rating: For reasons explained later I am rating this a M for mature

Summary: Lucy starts having nightmares that she can't remember. Soon Edmund and Peter are too. What could be so terrible that our heros would willingly forget a memory of Narnia?

Author's Note: This idea came to my sister and I after reading Thole by elecktrum and Nighttime Demons by Sentimental Star. Both are amazing writers and we thank you for your inspiration! Ok note u must read! My sister writes Lucy's and Susan's POVs. And I write Edmunds and Peter's. just letting you know so you do not get confused by the slightly different styles.

WARNING!!: although we have Susan's POV and everything, I am warning Susan lovers that there is some serious Su bashing. We do not know if Susan will remember at the end of our story. So please do not kill us for Su bashing

Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to my sister. Cause 1 she wrote it and 2, she's turning out to be an amazing little writer who might just have her own name on here some day. (Sniff sniff) well on with the show!

Finchly, England

Chapter one:Who we are today.

Lucy's POV

The streets of Finchly seem so foreign to me; although I have lived here most my childhood. Everything here makes me wish again for Narnia. Beautiful, wonderful Narnia. I wish again for the nights spent dancing with the fauns, the sunny afternoons spent learning from Orious the centaur, and for my magnificent Cair Paravel; where I am Queen Lucy the Valiant.

The Professor said that we would one day find our way back into Narnia, and he was right. My siblings and I did return there, but not to stay. And in turn, we found ourselves destined to stay in England, never to return to Narnia.

A stray cat comes to push against my legs, winding it's way around my feet. Looking around, I kneel down to scratch the dainty stray behind the ears; as I have done so many times with the various cats and foxes that had been my faithful companions at Cair Paravel. All the cat does is purr however.

Heart breaking, I lean down and whisper, "I wish you could talk as my friends did." Oh how I wanted to hear an animal speak to me again!

"Lucy hurry up!" It is Susan calling. She is taking me to buy a new dress. But the dresses here feel scratchy. I miss the feeling of Narnian fabrics.

In Narnia Susan had been Queen Susan the Gentle. She had been glorious in her beauty, and her compassion for all things that lived was unmatched. Susan however has forgotten Narnia. She is to preoccupied with nylons, lipstick, and parties. She's almost eighteen and to young to play our childish games.

My brother's are different from Susan though. My eldest brother was once known as High King Peter, the Magnificent. Peter had been sharp witted, strong willed, and a compassionate leader. He kept Narnia safe and going strong for all those years. He's eighteen now, but has never lost his love and devotion for the great lion Aslan.

My second older brother Edmund, was known during our reign as King Edmund the Just. After almost being killed by Jadis, the White Witch and dictator of Narnia, Ed became a graver and quieter man than Peter himself. He was patient, even tempered, and sharp minded. Making him perfect for law proceedings. Like our older brother, Edmund has kept his love for Narnia, and in some ways has a more fiercer devotion to Aslan than even Peter. For in Narnia, and with Aslan's help, he changed.

My brothers mean the world to me. They are the strong rock that keeps me from drowning in my own longing and sorrow for our Narnia. Aslan once told my siblings and I on the day of our coronation, Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen.

It appears that the great lion was correct. Even after we returned from Narnia Peter has never lost his authority over us. I'm positive that Edmund and I would follow him anywhere. Edmund still contains his patience, and both my brothers have told me consistently that I am still brave as ever.

But we miss Susan. Oh dear sweet Aslan. Deliver your daughter back into the truth of your power. Please dear Aslan if you have ever loved your children...I begin to pray.

"LUCY!!!" Susan bellows. I rise and walk at a sedate pace to her side. I know Aslan has heard me. He always does. But I fear that though he may have immense power; not even he can bring back my sister if she does not wish to be saved.