Disclaimer: I do not own rights to most of these characters and most of the settings because they belong to C.S. Lewis. Some characters and settings belong to Rick Riordan.

Susan

I looked at him, thinking that I had to leave; I would never see him again. His wavy, soft, brown hair glimmered in the sunlight. His expression was pained beyond anything I had ever seen. I wished I didn't have to leave, but I had to do what was right. But I just couldn't leave without saying goodbye. So I walked up to him, feeling everyone's eyes burning on my back.

"I wish we had more time together" he said. I completely agree. Oh, please Aslan let me come back.

"It wouldn't have worked anyway" I said.

"Why not?" A frown appeared on his face.

"I am 1300 years older than you" I just had to see him smile one last time. He smiled at me with his beautiful smile and perfect teeth. As I turned to leave, I felt something pulling me to him, like magic. The next thing I knew, we were kissing. Our first and last one, I thought. Everyone was looking, but I didn't care, the only thing that mattered was him. When we finally broke off, we gave each other one last hug before I turned around to leave. I didn't want to ever let go. It was terrible, leaving Narnia and finding myself back in England.

When we got home, I shut myself in my room and started crying. Crying because I remembered Cair Paravel, my true home, in ruins. Crying because I knew I would never go back. Crying because I missed him.

Strangely, Peter was my biggest comfort at the time. He didn't allow Lucy and Edmund to see me: he was being the big brother when I needed him, I was thankful for that. I know he didn't approve of Caspian, thinking he only liked me because I was pretty. But after seeing us that morning, he knew that he had been wrong. Now he understood and approved of him, but it was too late. I think he felt guilty somehow. It's not like he could have done anything about it. I doubt that made him feel any better, though. After a week or so, I started going about the house. Lucy and Edmund didn't ask questions about what had happened or why. Peter never brought it up. After a while, things started getting better, although, I would never be fully happy after leaving Narnia. Peter was invited to study with the Professor in America. Meanwhile, I stayed with Mother and Father in a house not far from the Professor's so that Peter could come live with us. Lucy and Edmund got the worst part of the deal: they had to go live with Aunt Alberta and Uncle Harold. Not only that, but they had to live with our rotten cousin Eustace. He had short blonde hair, cold blue eyes, horrid eyebrows, and a terrible temper. He was a spoiled brat, it didn't help that Uncle Harold and Aunt Alberta gave him everything he wanted.

Almost a year had passed since we came to America. I missed my siblings dearly. I should write them a letter, I thought.

Dear Lucy and Edmund,

I do wish you were here with us; it's been such an adventure, but nothing like our times in Narnia. America is very exciting, except, we never see father, he works so very hard. Peter has been invited to the British Council's tea party this week by a member's daughter, who happens to be very beautiful. I think she fancies him. Mother hopes you won't mind another few months in Cambridge.

The letter would most likely arrive a week from today. Suddenly, I came up with a great idea. I will surprise them the day the letter arrives, its Peter's week off and Mother and Father won't mind for sure if we just stay for a few days, after all, we have much money to spare! I could dance at the thought of seeing my siblings again.

I told Peter and he thought it was a great idea, so we went to tell our parents. Mother looked beautiful, with her slick black hair and red lips. Father looked handsome too. His hair was a light shade of red, like Lucy's, and he had a playful smile. You would never have thought he was a soldier at first sight. When I told them, he said it would be fine only if we paid for it. I had loads of money from my savings account and so did Peter. We could afford to stay there a few days, if only to see our brother and sister.

An hour later, we found ourselves on a ship to England. In a week, we were on land. We knew the Scrubb's address, so we could sneak into the house and hide. Then we could jump up at them and say: Surprise! When we got there, apparently the kids weren't home. So we went upstairs and hid under the bed. I looked around the room, it wasn't the best quality but it wasn't bad, the only thing beautiful about it was a painting of a ship on the far wall. A few minutes later, Lucy came storming into the room carrying a letter, my letter, I realized, in her hand. She opened it and started reading. It hurt to see them and not react, but yet we felt like we should just let them read the letter first. When she was finished, she started marvelling about the picture on the wall, saying it looked Narnian. I wish.

Before we could speak, we heard a voice.

"There once were two orphans who wasted their time, believing in Narnian nursery rhymes." I turned around in time to see the feet of our ugly, ungrateful cousin leaning in the doorway. Peter's face had gone red and I had to pull him farther down to keep him from showing himself.

"Don't you ever knock?!" Edmund said angrily

"It's my house, I do as I please, you're just guests. What's so fascinating about that picture anyway, it's hideous!"

"You won't see it from the other side of the door."

"Edmund it looks like the water is actually moving." Lucy said, ignoring the situation.

"See! This is what happens when you read all those fanciful novels and fairy tales of yours!"

"There once was a boy called Eustace, who read books full of facts that were useless..." I stifled a laugh.

"People like you are the sort of people that become a hideous burden to people like me! Who read books with real information!"

"Please let me hit him!"

"No!" I was relieved that Lucy said that because I don't like violence, even if I know Edmund would win easily.

But then, Lucy became distracted with the painting again.

"Edmund!" she yelled.

I could see water coming out from somewhere in the room, I just couldn't see from under the bed. There was some muffled yelling, and then I could hear Eustace:

"Oh, I'll just smash the rotten thing!"

More yelling. Peter and I moved out of the bed as fast as we could, submerged in water. We could just make out Eustace's form, struggling to go out of the water, which now seemed far taller than the roof. We kept swimming until all of a sudden, I felt a strong arm grabbing my waist, pulling me up.