Based on the Songs "Fields of Innocence" and "Understanding" by Evanescence. I did a short one chapter story for this awhile back, since then I have established a really nice plot line I could do around the song. This is based on Susan's life after The Last Battle, and the death of her siblings. I'm making Susan 21 because I am not exactly sure of the age she would have been by then.

- A Winter Chill

"We all know the great loss to people this tragic accident has caused..." The preacher said, "we must come together to comfort those who have lost loved ones, and remind each other of the joy they are experiencing in heaven."

What joy? A young girl with dark hair sat in the back of the church next to her aunt in uncle. She had lost her parents and her four siblings to the train wreck.

"And though we must mourn them," the preacher went on, "we know that one day we will see them again. Let us bow our heads and pray."

Susan Pevensie stubbornly left her head up for she found no comfort in the prayer. She had no faith left to believe that there could possibly be any life beyond death. How could there be? It defied the logic and reason that her life had been structured around. It defied her basic style of life, for she had always lived for the moment she was in and she had not dare to dwell on the future. For now her future was herself, alone. 21 years of believing in nothing had left her hollow. But had she always believed in nothing?

"What can we do for her," Mrs. Scrub asked her husband. They looked at Susan who sat in the far back of the church, seemingly hiding form everything and everyone.

"We can't do anything for her," Mr. Scrub said. The couple were her aunt and uncle, "She is shutting us out, she just needs to be left alone for awhile."

"I mean financially," Mrs. Scrub said, "we have only ourselves to care for now, and it'd be nice having some more company around the house." They had lost their son Eustace in the crash. Mrs. Scrub was overcome with grief for the loss of her only child.

"She rented an apartment in London yesterday," Mr. Scrub said, "and she has a good job in the city so I don't think she'll want to leave

"It's a shame we have all lost so much," Mrs. Scrub said looking back at the girl who was screaming on the inside yet had hardened herself to face the world. There was nothing they could do for her now.

Susan now sat in her room letting her pain show where there was no one to watch. Tears flowed freely down her face as she let out cries of anguish. How could this happen to her? She had never had very much but now she had nothing. Perhaps she had not been thankful for the things she had before. In her pain she saw distant memories haunting her, things that had pained her to the point where she had willingly forgotten them.

The imprint is always there, nothing is ever really forgotten. She heard in her mind. She then got up off her bed and opened her window. A cold wind blew around her as a memory, like a buried dream raced through her head. It was a memory of a lamp post in a snowy wood. She tried to grasp it but it faded denying her the right to see it.

I still remember the world from the eyes of a child sang a voice in her head

slowly those feelings were clouded by what I know now

where has my heart gone

an uneven trade for the real world

O I, I want to go back to

Believing in everything

and knowing nothing else

She turned from the window putting the voice out of her head; she had never believed in anything. Now she must turn and face the world alone, for there was no other way she would survive if she did not.