A/N: This is my first Narnian fic, so I hope you like it! The first part of the Prologue is set at the end of Prince Caspian, or 1941 on Earth – the rest is set at the end of The Last Battle, or 1949 on Earth.
Prologue
As she stepped through the doorway, Susan felt as though she were drowning. She had heard once, long ago, that a drowning person saw their whole life flash before them – their whole existence reduced to as many snapshots as could fit into their final seconds of their life – in that step from one world to another Susan saw her life flash before her eyes, almost as if it were someone else's life.
She saw their lives in war-torn London – Susan had always been content with her life, but never satisfied.
She saw how powerless she had felt against the constant air-raids, and how capable she had felt with her bow in hand against the enemies of Narnia.
She saw how sad she had felt when Father had to leave, but secretly relieved that it wasn't Mother who had too, Mother whom she had always felt closest to.
She saw how just being in Narnia had made her feel whole and complete, for the first time in her life.
She saw how hard she had tried to reject Narnia at first – Susan had never liked adventures as much as her siblings anyway – and how Narnia had gently convinced her to fall in love; not just with the people, but the land itself.
She saw how distraught she had been after they came back through the wardrobe – her constant homesickness hadn't been helped by the loneliness of missing Evelyn, her only true friend.
Susan even saw how she had always been slightly jealous of Lucy, with her constant happiness, her innocence, and even her bravery.
In that moment of travelling from the world which was home to the world she had to live in now, Susan knew that she would never be able to realise true happiness whilst she was torn by two worlds: Susan decided that, for her at least, being torn in two would be worse than forever pining for Narnia and waiting for Aslan to realise that she needed to return.
Little did she realise just how wrong she was.
Her mind made up, Susan made a vow. Susan Grace Pevensie made a vow to do whatever it took to move on with her life, and forget Narnia forever.
1949
Susan's POV
Time stopped. My face was frozen in a gasp of horror, my hand still reaching for an arrow. As I watched, the figures surrounding him drew back from his lifeless body – only for one of them to draw a handgun. In that moment I realised.
I realised that everything I thought I knew was wrong. And I knew that I would give anything to save him.
A/N: I couldn't find a middle name anywhere, so I made one up, I think it suits her! Please review, I would really appreciate it, and although I've already written Chapter 1, I'll only upload it if enough people are interested