Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing related to The Chronicles of Narnia. That belongs to a bunch of other people, not me. Only original characters and plotlines are mine.

AN: I'm taking a few liberties in describing Aslan's Country, because Lewis never actually gave great detail as to what the place was like. It's basically heaven, or paradise, or whatever else you want to call it, so it can be anything in the imagination (so I'm using mine).

Thanks so much to everyone who has stuck with me through this trilogy! Right now, I think I'm going to take a bit of a break, and see what else my brain can come up with in regards to fanfictions. Keep an eye open for future works, and I'll see everyone soon!

Epilogue:

I woke up in surroundings that were as familiar to me as my rooms back in Cair Paravel. Green forest, rushing streams, and fruit trees heavy with their ripe burdens stood around me, all of these scents mingling together to welcome me to Aslan's Country.

"Good afternoon, Ali," greeted a familiar deep voice.

Sitting up on the grass, I smiled as gold feline eyes twinkled down at me. "Hello, Aslan," I replied. "So, am I dead for good this time? No surprise trips to other worlds to help princes in distress?"

He chuckled. "No. The only prince in distress will be your son, and in that instance, things will proceed as you read about." The amusement in his feline face faded. "However, there are a few things we need to see to, before I tend to that particular matter."

I could tell he wanted me to get to my feet, so I did. Looking down, I saw that I was dressed in brown cotton breeches, blue shirt, brown boots, and a brown leather belt. I looked at my hands, which had started to grow worn and thin with age in Narnia, and saw that they were youthful and healthy once more. Touching my face, the crinkles in the corners of my eyes and mouth were smooth. I guess there were a few perks to being dead, and a favorite of the Lion: reverse aging. What people in my old world wouldn't give for such a thing!

Brushing off my pants, I followed Aslan as he led me through the forest. After a while, we stopped at a pool of water with a tiny stream trickling into it.

"Look into the water, Ali," the Lion said, nodding to the pool. Obediently, I sat down on a nearby stone and glanced into the water. The scene that met my eyes made me want to cry.

It was Dad, sitting in a chair beside a hospital bed that held –well, me. It was the form I had left back there, but I could barely recognize the wasted, pale body that lay there, white against the white sheets and pillows. Dad's face looked drawn, worried, and incredibly thoughtful. I could almost hear the internal battle going on inside his head, and it was easy to guess what he was thinking inside.

"He's trying to let me go," I whispered.

"Yes," Aslan replied. "If he does, you shall remain here in my Country forever. If he does not, your old body will be a link to the world you left, and there will be a good chance that you could be pulled back there, to your old life –or what is left of it."

I stared hard at the water. "Please, Daddy," I quietly pleaded, "Please let me go."

He had woken up in his chair in Ali's hospital room with a start, eyes flying around the room as he forced himself to wakefulness.

Stretching aching muscles, Ray stood up and made his way to the bedside. For several moments, he looked down at the body lying there, machines pumping oxygen and liquid nutrients into it while another removed the waste being produced by the shell of his daughter.

Inside his head, he replayed everything he had experienced only a short time ago. He saw Ali's smiling face; Lucy's sweet round one; and the kindness that radiated from Caspian's. A glittering castle, mystical creatures, and talking animals all drifted past his eyes, making him smile. His face tingled; it had been a long time since he'd last smiled.

Even if his experience in Narnia had been a dream, it was a comforting one. But Ray was absolutely certain that it hadn't been just his imagination –his feelings of love and pride in his granddaughter were too real, as was his respect and somewhat-liking for his son-in-law. Ali was happy elsewhere, and all that was left now in front of him was an empty shell. It was time to let her go.

Reaching into his pocket, Ray pulled out his cell phone and dialed his wife.

I swallowed tears as Dad, Mom, and Mark gathered in the hospital room, tears in their eyes as the doctors talked to the three of them. Mom looked like she was going to crack any second, but she put up an incredibly brave face as she listened to whatever was being said by them. Dad seemed resigned, and Mark tried to hold himself steady as our parents nodded to the doctors, giving them the signal to do what they needed to.

It was eerie, watching doctors switched off machines and pulled tubes out of my old body. It didn't seem long before there was the haunting sound of the heart monitor flat lining, signaling the end of my previous life. Mom promptly burst into tears as Dad and Mark held her, trying to soothe her as a doctor gave the time of death.

"Thank you, Daddy," I whispered into the water.

As the surface of the pond began to waver, I could have sworn I saw Dad smile and nod, almost as though he had heard me.

With a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, I sank down onto the soft green grass and looked up into the Lion's great golden eyes. "So what happens now?" I asked, truly puzzled.

Aslan smiled. "Now you must make a choice. Would you like to wait for Caspian's arrival here in the glade? Or would you like to go somewhere more comfortable to pass the time?"

I sat up. "You mean there's more than this?" All I'd ever seen here was natural landscape –I hadn't thought that there might be more to this place than met the eye.

He laughed. "Yes, Ali, there's more. Come; put a hand on my mane."

As I did so, the world shifted slightly, and between one blink and another, I found myself in front of a huge palace. It looked a bit like Cair Paravel, only this castle seemed to radiate comfort, warmth, and joy.

Beside me, Aslan stepped forward, and like a lost puppy, I followed him up the guiding pathway into the building, my eyes taking in my surroundings. Everything, from the walls to the decorations, seemed familiar; it felt as though I had been here before, but not quite. And yet, somehow, I did feel very much at home.

After several minutes, we paused before a set of large pine double doors, framed in black marble that had silver veins running through it. Aslan simply breathed on the doors and they swung open, revealing the greatest marvel I'd ever seen.

"It's a library," I whispered, staring at the acres of bookshelves that were filled with their treasures.

I was briefly reminded of a scene from my favorite film, Beauty and the Beast, where the Beast gave Belle an entire library as a gift. That one was like a tiny grain of rice compared to an entire rice field, one that stretched on for miles and miles.

"Here you will find books that have existed, books that do exist, and books that have not yet been written," Aslan said, smiling as I gaped at my surroundings. "Feel free to amuse yourself while you wait for those you love."

Then I was alone. Swallowing hard, I went up to one shelf and found, to my shock, a book that I'd been waiting for back in my old world. Sadly, I'd had my accident before it was released, but here it was!

Smiling, I took a seat on a lounging couch that stood nearby (I swear it hadn't been there earlier), cracked the text open and began to read.

I couldn't tell how long I sat there, reading. It could have been minutes or hours, but the next thing I knew, the doors to the library were swinging open, causing me to look up. Immediately, my book slipped from my fingers.

"Caspian!" I screamed, leaping for him.

Laughing, he caught me up and swung me around. "Oh, my love," he said, pressing kisses to my cheeks. "You have no idea how I've missed you."

Dressed in a white shirt, grey breeches, black boots, and a black vest, he was handsome as ever, looking exactly like he had when we'd married. His eyes, however, remained aged and filled with the experiences and adventures he'd had in life.

As his hands caressed my face, I smiled up at him. "I've missed you, too. But now that we've eternity together, I think we can make up for lost time, don't you?"

The sparkle in his eyes made me laugh as he leaned in to kiss me.

In Aslan's Country, things are what you make them to be. Cair Paravel was where Ali and Caspian were happiest, and so a place like it awaited them. In this castle, both were given everything they could ever wish for, even when waiting for loved ones to join them.

Over time, their friends and family members, from their beloved children, Lucy and Rilian, to the long-lost Reepicheep and the Kings and Queens of Old, joined them in this place. But it wasn't until Ali once again saw her parents and brother again, in that magical place, sharing with them all of she had done, seen, felt, and loved, did she truly feel complete.

AN: The end! Thanks again for reading, and I hope to see everyone again at my next creation!