A/N: One of my best friends is in the process of writing this story. For Susan, it's about a week after Edmund, Lucy, and Eustace came back from Narnia (in Voyage of the Dawn Treader) while she's still in America, and its about 5, 6 mont hs after the same events for Caspian and the others. Tell us what you think by reading and reviewing!

Disclaimer: Niether me, nor my friend (the writer) owns The Chronicles of Narnia

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Green Witch

Chapter 1

Caspian woke up with a gasp and stared into the blackness of the cabin, his heart pounding. It was just a dream, but it had been so vivid he thought it was actually happening. It

played through his mind again, more vividly than ever before.

He was standing on deck, and the sea was crashing wildly beneath his feet. Something or someone was causing this storm, but he couldn't see who. Suddenly, he heard a crash, and spinning

around, he saw Susan being drug into the midst of the thundering waves by a green finger of mist. But instead of thrashing and screaming like he might have expected, she was laughing

happily.

"No!" he cried leaping and grabbing her arm. "Susan you must not give in to this vile mist! You must fight!"

"Why should I care? None of this real!"

She started to slip from his grasp. "Susan!"

It was troubling, yes, but it was even more so puzzling. "Aslan, Lord, what could it mean?" he thought. He rolled out of his hammock wearily, and went to the water barrel by the wall,

drinking a handful and splashing another handful on his face. It hadn't been the first dream he'd had. Actually, he'd had seven, one following the other since last Wednesday.

"I haven't slept a full night since then, either." he thought moaning softly in complaint. Suddenly a light was shining in his eyes.

"Huh? Drinian?" he said.

It was Drinian carrying a lantern. "Sir, come quick! SHE'S back, and she's brought more with her!" Caspian held his breath. SHE was the Green Witch, an evil creature who took the form

of a giant green snake .Every since Edmund, Lucy, and their cousin had left 5 or 6 months ago, she'd been trying to overthrow the throne of Narnia, and take it for herself.

"I'm coming! How many are there?"

"Oh I don't know, two beside her I think...Hurry, sire, they're trying to crush the hull!"

Suddenly the ship rocked violently, slamming Caspian into the wall. "How in blazes did I sleep through it, I wonder?" he thought. "Have they been here long?"

"Not very long, sir. About 20 minutes."

The two men ran on deck, falling face first when the ship rocked again just as soon as they'd cleared the stairs. Caspian painfully hauled himself up and jerked Drinian up as well, at the

same time stomping on a long, thin flame that had caught on deck when he'd dropped his lantern. Suddenly, a shriek split the air sending icy tension crawling up and down the hearer's

spine. There was silence, then she rocketed out of the water, spewing her green fire. It caught on the sails and burned them instantly. Drawing his sword, Caspian sprinted up the

mast, and slashed her across the neck right beneath her chin. Again she screamed, angrily, falling back into the water and swimming around the ship, coiling her lower body around the

hull and her upper body around the prow.

"She's hauling us to shore!" cried Gallaren the Minotaur from the helm.

"Steer against her!" called Drinian.

"No!" Caspian cried, "No!, let her bring us in! If we can get her to land, perhaps we can end this!" So they waited with breath held to hit the shore, just as the sun was beginning

to rise.

Susan flounced into the bookstore and pushed her straw hat back, batting her eyelashes at the young clerk. America had only intensified her vanity, for, well, the American boys were

all so attractive, and they always seemed to notice her.

"Hmm," she thought taking a deep breath, "I'd like to find a book on all the latest in AMERICAN fashion!" She quickly set to work picking over every book they had on the subject,

especially the ones on hairstyles.

Just when she was convinced they didn't have any she liked, she looked up and saw a huge one with a photo of a woman flouncing her hair on the front. "Perhaps this one!" she

grunted, standing on tips toes to reach it. She wasn't sure how but suddenly she was falling, her arm swinging out and knocking a book of the shelf. She landed with a huff and began

hauling herself up painfully, stopping half-way when she saw the book right beneath her nose. It had fallen open to a painting of a remote island, where an intense battle was taking

place. Laughing, she picked it up to look at it.

''I should get this for Edmund and Lucy! Are they still play-pretending about, oh what was it again, 'Narnia', I wonder?"

She looked closely at the painting, noticing that it was very realistic. So realistic it seemed to be moving. One of the people in it stuck out to her especialy, part because his arms were

waving, and part because he seemed to be the leader of a very strange looking army of men, and mice, and cow-things." Oh my, this picture is strange!" she said trying to put the book

down. But it seemed somehow that her hands were stuck to it. She struggled with it in agitation, but it suddenly seemed to be pulling her INSIDE of it. "Oh this so stupid! Blast the

artist; what a wretched waste of talent!"

She began to fight desperately with it, but before she had time to think about it, it had pulled her in, and she landed right on top of the man she'd noticed. He gave a surprised cry and

was knocked down, rolling away from her. But she landed like a stone with a loud thud. A series of thoughts flashed through her mind then. First she balked madly at the idea of being

pulled inside a painting. Second, she wondered fearfully after the battle sounds behind her. And third,she chastised herself harshly for crushing her new hat. So that in the mist of all of

this, the last thing she would have expected was that the man could possibly know her.

"Susan?" he cried in bewilderment standing up.

He seemed somewhat familiar but then a lot of boys did nowadays. However this boy was different, partly because he WASN'T a boy but a fully grown, fully-bearded man, and a bit

older than herself {or so it seemed}. And also because he was the first boy she'd seen in a long while who didn't seem to be enamored with her beauty. Actually, he looked practically

horrified.

"So I suppose you are supposed to be a talking painting? Is this some sort of joke? I don't find it to be amusing!"

He was shaking his head, "How did you get here? I thought you were never coming back?"

Susan stood up and looked at her hat, "Oh it's crumpled!" she cried, "What? How'd I get here? Oh all right, I'll play along. I was 'magically' pulled into a painting in a stupid book that

busted me in the head back in the bookstore!"

"Really?" he asked astonished.

"Alright I've played along, but I don't find this to be funny, now, if you'll kindly take me back, I might even buy the hairstyle book I-"

The man wasn't paying any attention. His face suddenly went white with horror, and he screamed, "Get down, get down!" jumping and shoving her to the ground before covering his

head with his arms. A blaze of bright, green fire singed the ground all around them.

"Oh well, that was amusing! Fireworks! But I'll thank you not to shove me again; it was terribly rude!"

The man gave her a puzzled look, but was suddenly distracted when someone cried, "Caspian? Caspian, quick, more are coming! Look, Look over there!"

Caspian, for that was who it was, drew a sword from his belt and cried without looking behind him, "Follow me, and quickly! We have to get to the old bridge before those things come

back!"

Susan rolled her eyes and followed him. Then a series of things happened that she didn't clearly understand. First,t hey ran to a bridge, and started fighting against all these weird

snakes that were at least the length of 3 trolley-cars. Second, she was being drug by the arm towards some ship by a giant black cow-thing ,when the snakes had been chased off.

And then before she knew it they were on a little ship, with burned sails, and the man {Caspian} was handing her a bow with some red-feathered arrows and saying, "Bless me, I

don't know how on earth or why on earth you're here, but clearly Aslan has a reason for it! Here, you'll be needing these!"

And no sooner had he said this than did the ship shake again, almost being tipped on it's side and into the water, and a snake thing screamed a blood-curdling scream. And that was

when Susan began to think this was some hallucination from having hit her head so hard.

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