A/N: Hey welcome to my second Narnia story. It just came to me a few months ago and I just had to write it down (or type it up) Anyway this story starts in the middle of Prince Caspian and will go through the rest of the series, the stories also will be from Susan's perspective for the most part and it's also a mixture of the movie and the book.
Disclaimer: Narnia and it's character belong to C.S. Lewis
The Battle of Fear and Trust
There's silence as a cold breeze sweeps through Aslan's How, matching the hopelessness I see in the Narnians' eyes. Some of them mourn the soldiers that were lost in the raid of Miraz castle last night. "Here, you should drink this," I tell a few centaurs.
"Thank you, your majesty"
"Please, call me Susan" I answer back. I try my best to comfort them like I did when we ruled Narnia. Many of the Narnians have lost loved ones, soldiers that have gone off to war, so why not give them as much comfort as I can? I usually stay behind at the castle to avoid the violence, but now that I am here I can do my best to comfort and encourage the others. I eventually leave the room, as a single tear rolls down my cheek.
Oh how I hate seeing them like this: hurt and scared. We should have left, why didn't Peter just call the whole thing off? We could have gotten Ed and told the others the raid was off. I'm not even sure why I went with them, or why we had to come back here, everything we had is lost. Oh why did we have to find that lamppost? We could have stayed here and ruled for the rest of our lives and made sure the Telmarines never took over, but what's done is done, that's what Aslan used to say.
Aslan…where is he? Why did he leave us?
Lucy screams cutting through my thoughts.
I run toward the sound of her voice and fighting. My first thought is that Peter and Caspian are fighting, but when I reach the room with the stone table, I see the cold hearted monster who brought so much misery to this world and almost killed my little brother. She's standing in a wall of ice, a wall that Peter is standing by. Peter slowly lowers his sword while Caspian is next to him, but why? Why is he just standing there, allowing the witch to speak at all?
No, they can't bring her back, why would they even consider it? I run next to Peter when the ice starts cracking, and the witch screams as the wall shatters. Ice crystals shatter all around me as a sudden chill comes over me. I feel so cold and empty.
"I know, you had it sorted," Edmund says coldly toward Peter. I barely notice him standing where the ice wall was and as he leaves I see the carving of Aslan. The coldness I felt a moment ago is gone.
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