This story is based on the movie, never read the books, but I'm planning too… as soon I find all of them in English. (There are seven… didn't knew that 'till yesterday)

I never owned The Chronicles Of Narnia Series, and I never will. (if I did my true dream would've come true…)

Sum: (truly s*ck at those!) For his twenty-first birthday, the day Caspian becomes a man, Aslan stops by to grant him one wish, but warned that, if he wished for the wrong thing, things can evolve to disaster...
Caspian drew a deep breath before he said, barely over a whisper and tearstrained eyes: "Bring her back... Bring Queen Susan back to me..."

-Wishing You Were Here

Caspian sat on his throne, pondering. Today, it was his twenty-first birthday, and in Narnia that meant one thing; he became a man.

But all of this didn't really matter for him. Yes he was a man now, finally an adult… But the one thing he wanted, the one thing he ever wanted, would never be his.

Susan… only the memory of her brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin was enough to drive him upon a wall. Even after three years and five months, he still longed for her, he cherished the memory of her just boldly running to him and kissing him as something most treasured. It was the only memory of her that stayed so clearly to him, as if it happened yesterday. He could still feel her lips on his, still feel her gentle touch, still smell her sweet scent. And it drove him crazy.

Sure, as a King, he could have every woman he wanted, and he had a few adventures with some women that had something of her. He once had a fling with a girl, whom he only liked because of her eyes; when he looked in them, it was like Susan was looking back. And another who's lips reminded him so much of hers. He knew he was obsessed, but he never felt what he felt when he just looked at Susan, just being within twenty feet of her was enough for his nerves to go crazy.

Caspian stood up and strolled aimlessly through the throne room, his eye caught the two most important artifacts he had, Susan's Horn, and her bow. Both hanging on either side of the throne. He'd hanging them there a week after Susan left, seeing that he couldn't just put them in a box and let them been forgotten.

He sighed deeply and let his shoulders slump, his head bowed down. He had always loved Susan; first as a favorite character of the tales his professor told him, but when he met her… he felt attracted to her instantly as their eyes met in the forest, and fell in love with her. Slowly, but deep. By now, he was desperate to see and feel her, so desperate even, that he dated women that resembled her of some sorts. He hated it, not only did he always end up hurting that particular girl, but he also ended up being heartbroken himself.

With a sob, Caspian fell down on his knees; for the first time since she left, he allowed himself to dwell over the true loss. He buried his hands in his hair and pulled it as hard as he could. All the agony and despair of the past few years coming out at once. With a wail that chimed of the walls, he took his crown and tossed it across the throne room with all the fury he could muster. He was expected to rule Narnia, to bring and keep peace, to make sure that all the inhabitants were happy and thriving, but what about him? What about his needs and dreams? As a King, it came natural to 'forget' all of that for the greater good of his kingdom, and for years, he had done just that. He had acted that he was alright, acted as if he could go on without her: Queen Susan the Gentle, One of The Kings and Queens of Old. If his kingdom knew about his despair, his longing… they wouldn't think twice and call him pathetic.

The first few months after the Kings and Queens of Old left, the kingdom was buzzing about Caspian and Susan's shared kiss. Story after story about them were told. (with the usual adds of the tellers: like how Caspian nearly lost his life, battling ten soldiers to save Susan, while there had been only one…)

As Caspian sat there on his knees, crying over his lost love, he didn't hear the doors of the throne room open, neither did he saw the magnificent Lion as he stood right in front of him, until he dropped Caspian's tossed crown before the weeping man.

Caspian abruptly stopped sobbing and looked at the crown in confusion, before he dared to look up to whom dropped it. He bowed his head in respect when he made brief eye contact with Aslan, the Great Lion.

"I'm sorry to say that I disappointed you, and all of Narnia," Caspian spoke, grief easily detected in his voice.

"Stand up, King of Narnia," Aslan said in his deep, wise voice.

Caspian rose immediately, but still bowed his head in respect.

"You haven't, and will never, disappointed me, nor Narnia. Ruling a kingdom is never easy, especially when you have to do it on your own. Tell me, King Caspian, with every woman of Narnia worshipping the ground you walk on, why didn't you marry? There were enough opportunities…" Aslan asked, though he looked knowingly at Caspian.

"There is only one woman who I want to be married with, and since I can't have her, I won't get married at all…" Caspian said with caution, seeing as he never disagreed with Aslan before.

"You know very well Caspian, as do I, that love can work in strange ways… give it time to heal, and think about what's not only best for you, but for your kingdom as well," Aslan sat down and looked at Caspian in a way that just demanded someone's respect, but also encouraged you to talk to him, to entrust in him.

"I listened to the stories about you and Queen Susan, and I found them endearing, but those are just tales, young King of Narnia. Yes, you did love her, and you still do. But you must accept the fact that she won't be coming back… Not even the horn can do so," Aslan looked right into Caspian's eyes. For a moment, he just seemed to analyze him, to see if he could trust him in what he was going to say next.

"As you most likely know, it's your twenty-first birthday, the day you become an adult. For that reason, I came here. King Caspian, tradition has it that, a true King or Queen of Narnia is granted with one wish on his or her twenty- first birthday. But be careful my King; for a wish wished wrong, can end in disaster. You can wish truly everything, but make sure that you make the right choice, or bad things are bound to happen," Aslan never broke eye contact with the King of Narnia, He already knew what he was going to wish for, and could only fear the outcome of it.

Caspian drew a deep breath before he said, voice barely over a whisper: "Bring her back… Bring Queen Susan back to me…"

Aslan bowed his head and closed his eyes for a second, as if he was disappointed. "The wish will be granted at the very beginning of the next day, at midnight," The Great Lion strode towards the door, looking back for the last time, he spoke again, with something unreadable in his voice. "Just promise me one thing young King, never throw your crown away again like that, too many lives had been lost, and too many families had been shattered to do so…" The Great Lion disappeared from sight with a last sweep of his tail. The doors of the throne room closed again, leaving Caspian in shame for what Aslan just said, not even realizing that Aslan granted his wish.

I'm not asking for much… I just want to know if it's worth it to continue this story… so just let me know if you liked the first chapter, and I'll write more…