I am writing this fan fic with my best friend, King Caspian the Seafarer. I am writing Susan's story, and he is writing Caspian's. This is a story about Prince Caspian and is bookbased to some extent. (Ex: Characters, Aslan, storyline and so fourth.) We love reviews and would like constructive criticism! : ) Thanks for reading! (By the way if you want to read Caspian's story you can go to King Caspian the Seafarer. He is on my favorites page. It is called Telmarine Tower: Caspian.) Enjoy! : )
Susan: Part 1.
"Good night, Edmund!" I called down the hall as I entered my bedroom.
"Sweet dreams, Susan!" came his faint answer, drowned out completely when I shut my door.
I sighed and looked about the room. The brown drapes were shut and the sheets on my twin bed were rumpled. A warm, cinnamon candle was glowing on the nightstand. I breathed the spicy aroma in deeply.
I love that smell. It's so comforting.
I started getting ready for bed and as my eyes caught sight of my father's photograph on my bedside table, I couldn't help but think about him.
Why does Dad have to stay in the hospital for so long? And why did he have to get injured? The war has been over for months and he's still trying to recover! Why did all this have to happen? I blew out the candle and slipped into bed. If only we were back in Narnia…then I wouldn't have to worry about all of this.
I snuggled under the thick comforter and drifted off to sleep, troubled thoughts still running through my head. If only Aslan had protected my father. If only the war had never happened! If only that day had gone differently.
Sleep took its time in coming that night, but when I finally drifted off to dreamland, the sleep was deep. Deeper than I had ever slept had before.
Thud!
What was that?
Thud!
I found myself in a dark passage, with something coming after me.
Thud!
The sound was a lot closer than before.
Oh no! I can't see ahead of me! Whatam I going to do? I thought franticly.
Thud!
I ran ahead into the darkness, stretching my hands out in front of me so I didn't run into a wall.
Thud!
How will I get out? What is behind me? What if Idon't get out?
I panicked. Suddenly, my hands slapped up against a stone wall. A dead end. I froze, hoping nothing was behind me.
But then I heard a sound, so familiar that I almost screamed with a combination of joy and fear. It was the clear, smooth sound of my horn. My horn that I had left in Narnia.
Thud!
The heavy footfall fell right behind me. I spun around and saw two red eyes flash in the darkness. Sharp, cruel, cold, claws dug into my shoulders. A dark evil voice said, 'Abandon hope, Susan. You have lost. You are mine.'
I awoke with a jerk, breathing hard. When I realized that it had just been a dream, I gave a loud sigh.
Thank Aslan that I only had a nightmare.
I lay there staring up towards the ceiling for a few moments.
I'm quite tired. I think I'll just lie here for a while and see if I can get back to sleep.
A few minutes later I found myself getting drowsy again.
"W-who's there?" a boy's trembling voice said.
"Peter? Is that you? What time is it?" I asked quietly, still groggy from sleep.
Where am I? Who just spoke? I silently questioned the voice. It must have been my imagination.
"This bed is beastly hard." I groaned, flipping over and putting my arms underneath my head.
"Who are you?"
The boy's voice came again.
That doesn't sound like Peter's voice. This isn't a bed at all! It's a stone floor! What? Where am I!
My thoughts raced through my head at an alarming speed.
"What?' I sat bolt upright, breathing hard, 'Where are you Peter? I can't see a thing!"
The room was as black as a moonless night and the cold stone wall pressed against my back like it was holding me in.
Who spoke? Why am I not in my bed? Is this my nightmare? I thought, beginning to feel panicked.
"I'm over here, but my name's not Peter," the boy answered from across the room, or wherever I was, his voice weary, but sounding just as frightened as I was.
Who is that over there? My heart fluttered with anxiety. Aslan what's going on? Please, help me now!