Greetings, friend of Narnia, and thank you for coming to hear my story. I know people are anxious to know what happened to me; so I have decided to make an attempt at tying up all the loose ends for you. (And please pardon me if it’s a little rough. I wrote all this in a bit of a rush.)

My name is Susan Carmichael, though you probably know me as Susan Pevensie. But I’m happily married now, to a wonderful man that even my over-protective brothers would approve of...if they were here. We already have one beautiful daughter, who’s three years old, and another little one on the way. I am happy...

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The heartbeat of Africa is strong tonight, the joyful and ancient rhythm echoed by bare feet and drums. Shadowed figures of all shapes and sizes dance around the light, singing and swaying with the flames. Their voices rise in crescendo with the drums, hands and faces lifting to the sky, higher, higher...and then swinging down again into the next verse of the wild song, the beat getting faster.

A young man with the wisdom of two worlds in his eyes looks on, humming along under his breath and trying to keep from trembling. He has never seen the Deep Magic so raw and undisguised before; not...

What is your testimony?

Who are you?

What kind are you?

Are you an Edmund? Addicted and greedy for the sweets and pleasures the world offered you, perhaps you sought love and affection in the wrong people when you thought friends and family treated you harshly. Maybe you betrayed someone or something for the sake of yourself, for that pleasure or affection you craved.

And it was only because of Aslan's sacrifice that you were saved. By His grace and love for you, you are forgiven and blessed...a condemned traitor no more, but a member of royalty.

Are you a Jill? Have you danced on the edge of danger...