I'm ashamed to say that's what I did for a number of years. I refused to talk about it with my siblings, and I made myself forget it as much as I could. It was too painful to constantly relive the loss of not being able to return there. Even here in Preya, it was difficult for me to discuss very often.
That's very true, considering.
I hadn't considered that we might, but you may have a point there. We didn't do it completely alone, of course. Narnia's original true leader, Aslan, sacrificed himself to distract her, and she thought she'd won, and my brother is the one who faced her ultimately. Thankfully, we were able to defeat her.
I may have to discuss that with Arthur somewhat, and discover if he had that connection with Camelot, as the stories go. When I was in Narnia, there was a sense of peace, and I could feel the land's life. There were times that the trees even spoke to one another, though Lucy was always the best at listening to them, of the four of us.