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Hello Everyone! It's been a while since i posted anything regarding this Story, but over the Months and Years i never were able to quite Forget it. The Plot has been complete for years so i finally decided, that i will continue this Story!
I haven't had enough time to write more Chapters, but i will find it now! Thanks for the lots of Comments and Emails where you asked me to continue writing my own Version of Susans and Caspians Future! It really motivated me!

Warning: I'm no native english Speaker and try to erase every Mistake the Story might have in Language. If you see something, that bothers you, please feel free to write me!
Hope you'll forgive me my bad grammar and strange use of words, may they occur somewhere in this Story ;)

Besides that, have fun and enjoy reading!
Would love to see comments!

The Story takes Place right after the Dawn Treader. Its mixed with Movie and Bookverse.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia, now the Characters designed by C.S. Lewis!
I took Inspiration in an Inuyasha Episode.

Susan looked out of the window and stared into the heavy rain. It was nearly evening, the darkness over the day caused by all of the clouds was going to be replaced by the dark of the night. It didn't matter to her anyway. She spend nearly the whole day in her room, eagerly trying not to think. Just to have a clear head without any thoughts of the past and what is already lost in it. With a deep sigh she stood up and walked towards the mirror to adjust her hair. It has grown out the months she was spending in America and nearly reached her waist in slight curls of brown. Everyday it got more complicated to adjust the lots of hair into a plain and stiff bun. She nearly wore no make up, even today. The day of the last Party she was going to attend in America with her parents. It was time to go home, the rumours of the end of the war, spread throughout the world, that it was nearly over and the Germans about to loose.

Her Father, working in America for a party of British Navy officers decided that it was time to leave. Go home where her siblings were. A small smile lightened up her face at the thoughts of her siblings. Poor Lucy and Ed. Had to spend all those months with their cousin Eustace back in London, not able to go anywhere else. The few letters she and Lucy were able to exchange were a bunch of lies from her and a lot of complaining from Lucy. One of the letters, arriving a month ago, lied on the little side desk under the window. It was Lucys curly, yet still childish writing on it, with one sentence at the bottom. "We both love and miss you and don't forget to have faith"

Faith was something Susan Pevensie wasn't good at. Lucy was really Valiant, the queen she was crowned. Always strong and faithful, full of trust in her young age but Susan.. After their second time in Narnia she couldn't bear the pain of having faith. How could she have faith when Aslan, the great lion himself told her, that she would never return.

She and Peter were banished from their home. Their one true home and more over, from the people there. Immediately the Thought ached, so she tried to stop to remember. One Person in Particular. It was hard at first but with the time growing it got easier for the young woman to not think about Caspian. The King. Her King. Enough already! With a deadly look in the mirror she scolded herself. She wasn't a little child any more, she wouldn't return to Narnia and Caspian... He would probably dead by now. So why should she have Hope and Faith? What for?

As her hair was adjusted to her liking, she went downstairs where her parents were already waiting. Peter wasn't in sight. Of course not. He was studying at University to became a doctor, so she rarely saw him. She sighed again and smiled then. The Smile she got used to, light and obviously cheerful, but just a shadow of her true self, of her true smile, for it did never reached her eyes.

"Oh look at you dear, stunning like always" her mother exclaimed and walked towards her daughter. "My little Girl" she said, while cupping Susans face with both of her hands. "You've grown so much. I know it was a good time in America, full of adventures, so I hope you don't mind to leave" Susan smiled a little warmer now. Her mother. Caring and Lovely, like always. Well the last months she tried to convince her oldest daughter of the Idea of being a perfect housewife.

Susan let her do. It wasn't her choice to go to all these party's and was forced to dance with a lot of young man, who claimed to like, even love her. In the end, nearly all of them were just noisy peacocks, walking around the nose so high and ready to treat her like a precious Accessory. She wasn't interested in one of them anyway.

She hated being treated like this. Being showed off. Although Her Struggling against her parents pressure didn't last long. What for? Better to find a place in this world now, then to remember Narnia and her position, her life there everyday. Her Eyes flicked to her Father, proud and smiling. He was indeed happy to have such a beautiful and smart daughter. "Ladys, lets go, we don't want to be late." And with that he opened the door of the small house they rented for their stay, and went to the waiting car, wife and daughter in the arms.

The throne room was filled with People and Narnians who chatted animatedly. It hasn't been a full month since their beloved King returned from his Journey on the Dawn Treader and the whole kingdom and especially the People at court were grateful to have their ruler back on his throne.

This night was a night of celebrating, for it was the ball of the beginning of Spring. King Caspian X stood beside his throne, not bothering himself with sitting on it and looked around the room. The rebuild Hall was great and the night sky was seen trough the huge roof of glass. The sight was beautiful, even when the one he wanted to show it the most, couldn't be by his side.

Beside him stood a beauty of her own, shining like a star and with a little shimmering blue air around her. Her hair was so blonde, that it couldn't be from this world and in fact, it wasn't. Liliandil smiled into the crowd of People, gracefully holding a goblet of fawn whine, taking a sip once in a while. She was enchanting, for sure, Caspian thought and looked at her, while she was talking to Doctor Cornelius about Star Constellations. She was beautiful and kind, a loving Person with a heart warming smile.

He remembered his request of coming with him after he said goodbye to his dear friends King Edmund, Queen Lucy and Reepicheep. He wasn't sure what to do after sailing away from Aslans Country, but he knew one thing. He wanted to be a better King. He had not only promised himself he had promised Aslan. It was ever his interest that his People were happy and pleased under his rule. But to settle things he was in need of a Queen. Of an heir.

The Council used to ask him every week, nearly every day if he was ready do take a Wife, choose a Queen. He always negated. Fled into excuses of being busy with bringing peace throughout Narnia, but he knew after his Quest of finding the 7 Lords, he would be faced with this problem again. Finding a Queen.

A proper Queen she must be, kind and honest, with a good heart. He once again glimpsed at Liliandil. His problem was, that he had already found the woman, that would fit to be his Queen. Out of Desperation, and of course a short Fascination about Ramandus Daughter he had asked her to accompany him back home. It wasn't romantic, although he was enchanted by her pure beauty at first sight. But that was it. He was fascinated.

Spending time with her pleased him and let him ease, but it couldn't possibly heal his broken heart. Caspian drank a sip of wine and spotted Master Trumpkin approaching him. "Your Majesty." The Dwarf bowed. "Trumpkin, how are you today? Haven't seen you since the morning."

Trumpkin let out a mutter. "I was busy with taken care of those wild young fawns that were sent to the Castle as potential workers. A bunch of sad-dogs if you ask me." He again grumbled in his red beard about the fawns being "way too excited" and "being a pain in his neck" The King laughed at this sight. Trumpkin never was happy with anything. So it be the young fawns or paperwork or other duties you have as Lord Regent. But he made his Job ever so thoroughly that Caspian never said anything about the Dwarfs complaining. Most of it was half-hearted, so what the thinking for.

"Well Master Trumpkin, someone had to introduce the young candidates, and you are the best, we all are aware of that fact. I hope you don't mind your new task too much." He smiled at his friend and took another sip out of his Cup. "Not that I would have a choice. Better than all the Paperwork I had to do while you were away meeting the Kings and Queens of Old." Caspian tensed up. Not every King and Queen. Not the one, he wanted to see the most.

His eyes were settled on Ramandus Daughter once more, she still in her talk to the Professor. This fact didn't escaped the clever dwarf. "What do you intend to do, boy?" he asked in a lower voice, although looking at the young woman in the dark blue Dress. In this moment he wasn't the Counsellor or Adviser of the king, just his friend. Concerned about his feelings. It took a moment before Caspian answered. "I don't know". It was the truth. He didn't know. His feelings for Liliandil were all good, but he couldn't bring himself to love her, not even marry her. His heart still belonged to another therefore he saw it as a betrayal on both women, if he would marry Liliandil out of need.

His thoughts were about Susan. The one, who could light up a room with her smile and solve the biggest fight with her gentle voice and her deep feelings of understanding. Her beauty that shone even in the darkest of hours in the dirtiest clothes you may find. She was his heart and he couldn't let go. Not even after more than 3 years. His Look must have been dreamy, cause Master dwarf began to smirk. "You miss her.." In normal cases Trumpkin hated Talks like those, but this was his King being in love with one of the two most lovely and caring persons he ever had the pleasure to be friends with. "Yes. More than anything" It was a whisper, so light, Trumpkin nearly missed it with the noise of the laughing crowd.

In Susans Opinion the evening took far too long. It was a huge party, held for some of the American and British Governors and their family's. Her mother took the Opportunity to show Susan around and made her dance with countless man. After a while she grew tired, it was late already, but she never stopped smiling. It was much easier to act kind and nice but being the destroyed young woman she became. Her Walls were steady built and she didn't indented to let her defences down, too afraid of getting hurt all over again. Those walls around her heart what longed to see the beauty of her one true home with her siblings again, was everything what kept her alive.

She survived the last Evening in America and was now waiting at the Docks with her Parents. "He's late. I Hope he comes in time, my little Boy." Helen turned to her Husband with those words. Susan nodded in agreement. She too hoped her older Brother would come in time. She needed to see him, a last time before her departure. He would be staying in America and complete his study and she would go.

Another Farewell. How she hated them. Finally she got eye on him. His blond locks were longer, nearly like while their first reign in Narnia. It reminded him a bit of his time as High King, she guessed. She never asked, but she was quite sure. It was nearly as hard for Peter to leave Narnia, as it was for her. Without hesitating she started to run, into his arms and found herself in his warm embrace.

"Peter" she nuzzled into his dark Shirt and he pressed her against his chest. It took a minute, or maybe two, then they broke apart and just looked into each others eyes with understanding. Farewell. Another Farewell. Not a bit a crybaby, she found tears in her eyes. Drop by drop they fall from her face on the dusty and dirty ground beneath her feet. "Peter" she said again and never wanted to let go. "Little Sister" His Voice nearly broke with those words. It was emotional, they didn't wanted to be parted. "Everything will be all right." She nodded. But she knew it wouldn't. She had lied to him for months now, years even, hiding her true feelings and her sorrow and heartbreak very well, just to not bother him. Him or Edmund or Lucy. She never wanted to be a burden.

Their Parents approached and hugged Peter. The Ship at the Docks made noise, so everyone would gather and come on board. "We have to go. Do well Boy and write your dear mother" Finally it was Susan and Peter left again in a last Embrace. "Have Faith dear one." She blinked. Dear one? It reminded her of something, no someone, she wanted to forget and push away. Of Aslan.

Her confused expression met Peters, but all he was doing, was grinning. "I love you Peter" "Love you too, Susan. And seriously, have some Faith. Everything will go well. And give Ed and Lucy a hug from me. Miss them so much" He laughed a bit, but it wasn't cheerful. "Not as much, as I will miss you." In the Background she heard their mother calling out for her and they let go. A last look over her shoulder and Susan headed for the big ship, that would bring her back to England.

The Journey was uneventful so far. It wasn't that exciting. Her Parents went to the Cabins and Susan stood on deck and looked at the Sunset. "Crowned to the radiant Southern sun I give you Queen Susan, the Gentle" The words echoed through her mind, as she looked over the sea, wishing suddenly, it would be another one. A sea of a light blue colour, with any kind of magic in it. Mermaids, Sea-serpents all the magical creatures she had known in her time as queen. A breeze let her hair fly around her tiny face, it was open now. Her own reminder of past days.

"Why did you do that to me?" It was a silly question, cause no one was around on Deck, but it wasn't for humans ears. It was for Aslan. She doubted he would hear her. Listen to her. After he abandoned her, how could he even care about her any more. She wasn't a queen any more, she was merely Susan Pevensie. And not even that. Cause without her heart, she was a ghost of what and who she once was. It hurt so much to think about all of that. Why does she do it all the time? She should just stop being a stupid woman! Yes, that's what it was. Stupid. Stupid to hope, that Lucy and even Peter (Peter?!) were maybe right in having faith. That maybe there could be a small possibility to be reunited with the one man, she ever loved and had feelings for.

Her thoughts drifted to her Farewell a few hours before. Why did Peter said those words? Susan knew Peter was angry. He got a sand sack in the garden and punched it everyday cause of the lack of a sword. He was as angry as she was. But she was more. She was heartbroken. Well that must be Irony. She fell in love once in two lifetimes and when she was able to admit these feelings to herself, they were ripped apart with no chance of being ever together. So why did Peter suddenly told her to have faith? It was completely new, that he now believed in Aslans ways of doing. After all his anger and struggling being back in England, she thought that he would have, just like her, lost every hope.

She wanted to see him again. Wanted to hear his voice once more calling out her name, his slender fingers who touched her arm ever so slightly. His respectful, yet lovely behaviour around her. Caspian. The second time on that day she started to cry. She cried silently, leaning over the railing and trying to forget everything about the young man who stole her heart. "Don't be so stupid'" She said again to herself and forced the tears to stop. An elderly couple past by and must heard her, cause they both looked confused in her direction. A deep breath and she wore this face again. The face of a loving person, with a gentle heart and smiled at them.

The last rays of sunlight enlightened the sky and a moment later, everything went grey. The radiant Sun was gone, and so was the Queen. The sea was quiet and it was no problem for Susan to walk stable and safe to her Cabin. She thought about knocking on her parents door, but dismissed the thought. Her yellow dress was waving around her figure as she walked down the corridor, past her parents cabin and opened up the door to hers. A good night sleep without any troubling thoughts in mind would be the best for her now. She reached for the door to close it, but it wasn't there. Susan blinked and turned around. Behind her wasn't the door to her cabin, neither a wall or even a ship. There were a tree.

All around her were trees. In shock she stood still and breathed in and out. She must be dreaming. Was she already in the cabin and sound asleep in the bed? It must be so, cause this could not be Narnia. It couldn't. Simply of the fact that she wasn't allowed to go back. Ever. Aslan told her so, made it clear for her, that she could not stay by Caspians Side.

And then she saw a movement out of the corners of her eyes. One of the trees, a huge but slim one with red blossoms all over it started to wave. It started to dance.

She knew there was only one Place where trees danced. It was Narnia.