A/N: I saw the movie last week, and fell in love with this couple. I instantly set out to read some fanfiction on them….only to find out that there is almost none. So, I decided to write my own. Enjoy!
Of Magical Horns and Secret Desires
Caspian's POV
I urged my horse faster and faster as we entered the forest, eager to be away from it all. Away from reminders of her. As the trees closed in around us, darkness spilled over us, enveloping us in it's grasp. I wanted to lose myself in it, to forget my own hopelessness for just a moment. So I dug my heels into my poor, loyal horse, and he pressed on. Up ahead, I could see a fallen over tree, still a few feet off the ground. All of a sudden it was in front of us, and my horse, fearing the branches, slid to a stop. Compelled by the forces of gravity, I flew over his neck, narrowly avoided colliding with the tree, and landed on my royal butt on the other side.
Laughter bubbled up in me uncontrollably, and I let it flow from my mouth, despite myself. Just for once, it was nice to be so carefree. Back at home, in the palace, I was a prince and expected to act like one. But here, I was just Caspian, a love struck teenager. Bewildered, my horse snorted, but stayed where he was. Standing up on shaky legs, I ducked under the tree and patted his neck.
"Good boy." I cooed, and reached into my saddlebags to pull out the object that had brought her to me in the first place.
Susan's horn was so beautiful and perfect, just like she was. The open mouth of the lion was carved so simply, yet so elegantly at the same time.
I brought the horn to my lips, aching to blow into it, to summon her here. But I didn't dare. The fear that she had moved on and forgotten me paralyzed me, and held me there. Slowly I felt the feeling return to my limbs, and I released the breath that I hadn't realized until now I was holding.
"C'mon, boy." I said, mounting my horse. "It's time to go back."
And I know that I am right. It's time to go back, to face reality. It's time to move on.
Susan's POV
I sat up in my bed quickly, gasping for air. Beads of sweat covered my forehead, and my hair clung to my neck. I had been dreaming again – of him. The face that had haunted my dreams in Narnia now starred in my nightmares back in England. I pushed my hair behind my ears, exhausted. I knew that I could not sleep now. I slowly pushed back my blankets and clambered out of my bed, my mind made up before I could thoroughly think it through. I was going to go back – back to Narnia, and back to him; the one I loved. I realized now that I could not live without him. Why I had even tried, I had no idea.
Reaching under my bed, I carefully withdrew my suitcase. Throwing it onto my bed, I started pulling clothes out of my drawers as fast as was humanly possible. As soon as it was full to the brim, I zipped it closed. Reaching under my mattress, my hand came into contact with a thin, rectangular box. Bringing it out, I opened it and took out the money I had spent countless hours earning at my job in the dress shop; 200 pounds total.
Running to my closet, I quickly changed my nightgown to a plain traveling dress. Then I grabbed my suitcase, and ran through my doorway. Creeping through the hall, I carefully descended the stairs. At the bottom, I turned into the front hall, and placed my suitcase by the door. Before I left, I gave my house a quick glance. I wouldn't miss it, I realized. I knew by now that my real home was Narnia; namely, Caspian's castle.
"Ahem." I heard a low voice behind me, and jumped.
"Peter!" I gasped, as he came out of the shadows. "Oh, you scared me."
"Not as much as you'll scare everyone tomorrow when they realize you've gone." He replied quietly.
"Define 'everyone'". I said bitterly. "Mum and Dad were killed during the war, and after you tell them where I've gone, I'm sure you, Edmund, and Lucy will have no problem returning to Narnia, if you wish to."
"So that's where you're going!" Peter exclaimed. "I suspected it, I'll admit, but how are you going to get there exactly?"
"The wardrobe." I said simply. "I'm sure the Professor wouldn't mind."
"You're right – he won't." Peter admitted.
There was silence for a few moments, until Peter broke it.
"Are you going…to be with him?" He asked softly.
I didn't need to ask which 'him' he was talking about.
"Yes." I replied, equally softly. "And you of all people, Peter, should understand that."
"I do." Peter replied gently.
In the month or so since we'd left Narnia, Peter had fallen in love. Her name was Katrina, and she was all he had ever dreamed of. The two were inseparable, and were entirely committed to one another.
"And if you really, truly love him…" He continued. "You should go."
xoxo
A/N: I worked pretty hard on this, so I hope you like it, and I would really appreciate it if you reviewed. I need at least 4 reviews before I update, so if you liked it, please do. Thank you :)
