It was different this time being back in Narnia.
How many nights? days? did she dream and wish on every shooting star that she and her siblings would return to this beautiful world. That they would be reunited with their friends, that they would be treated like somebody, that she would get to hold her beloved bow again.
She had felt hollow inside when she returned to her world through the wardrobe, she had hidden it easily enough and after a few months with nothing strange or dare she say it magical happening she had began to doubt she would return and just as she had started accepting this and getting used to England again...
Herself and her siblings were brought back to Narnia.
She felt guilty for thinking Aslan so cruel but it did not stop her burning anger at the lion for bringing them back. How long would it be? before she and her siblings were forced back to the other world.
It seemed strange to think of where she had been born the other world but it is true, England had never really felt like home but in Narnia she felt needed, important she felt loved.
She had been scared to shoot her bow again, knowing that it could be the last time, she didn't want to be pulled away from Narnia and become that hollow person again. However she knew it was inevitable.
Thats why she wasn't scared now.
Deep in the forest the sun shining down and ... the horses galloping nearer with soldiers ready to do their duty. She risked the glance back at her sister who had stopped at the top of the hill.
Screaming with her eyes for her to go, to get away, to find Aslan were she would be safe. Catching the message Lucy Pevensie's eyes filled with tears before turning and galloping away on Caspian's horse.
Susan Pevensie turned her attention back to the soldiers who were getting alarmingly nearer, loading an arrow she lifted her bow.
She would give her life for any of her siblings, if she had to die ... she was glad it was here in Narnia where she belonged.