Narnia Fan Fiction Revolution

Susan Pevensie is 46 years old, the matron of a prestigious boarding school, and has just found her seventh white hair when her hand alights on the applewood box on her vanity table. It is cold, and dusty, but warms and hums beneath even the gentlest touch of her fingers, and lost in a memory as pale as dreaming she opens the box, slips a ring upon her finger, and rises through a wave of sweet water and light. The wood is ancient and new at once, a country all her own. She sighs, settles against quiet bark, and sleeps.