I do not own Narnia

First, I am an avid fan of C.S Lewis, but after seeing the movie, I fell in love with the CaspianXSusan pairing. So AU after Caspian.

Chapter 1:

He was riding in the woods, riding faster than he ever had before. He rode into a clearing, where a clear pool of water awaited him. He jumped off of his horse and walked over to the pool.

As he looked at the pool, the waters swirled, showing him a beautiful young woman with striking features. Her dark hair hung loosely, she wore a white blouse and a red skirt. Her eyes were a striking color, filled with fire and hope.

Softly, he called out her name, "Susan."

Caspian awoke with a start, sweat dripping from his face. It was always the same. Every night he dreamed of her, and every day he reminisced about their first and final kiss.

He could feel her lips on his again, giving him a kiss that had threatened to burn him alive. He remembered the unexplainable feeling of elation and when Susan was near him. This something between them that made the air sizzling around them and sent bolts through his body when they touched.

That kiss, oh how he desired one more. How he desired to allow her to roam her hands over his bare back, to touch her silken hair, so soft and warm, to engulf her essence, for one more day.

Whenever he was in her presence, he was willing to forget everything. To forget the kingdom, to simply ride away into the sunset, with her beside him.

What was it that about her that drew him like a moth to a flame? It was her kindness, her unwavering loyalty to her brothers and sister, her skills in battle. She had shown no fear; she was willing to do anything to protect her family.

There was no going back anymore. Not now that he had tasted her. Not after that kiss. He needed to find out what more there was. Needed to find out if it was just a once in a lifetime experience.

He needed to be with her.

The intensity of his need scared him. More than anything else. But it didn't change anything.

For it was impossible. For she would never return. He was doomed to only see her in his dreams.

CASPIAN-SUSAN

Little did he know that at that same moment, Susan's thoughts were the same. In her dreams, she heard him, calling out her name. She stood next to the window, her eyes filled with tears.

Oh, how her heart had hurt when Aslan had proclaimed that she and Peter could never come back. They were too old, and they had learned everything that they needed to learn. And for not allowing them to come back, she had been taught her last lesson. She learned to take a risk, for you never knew if it was the last time that the opportunity would present itself.



Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost, rather, than to have never loved at all, had never been in love, she decided. Slowly she put her hand on the window, her mind racing back to Narnia, to her home, to a young man who's mere stare was able to unnerve her completely.

She hadn't expected to fall in love. Lucy and Peter were the dreamers, the romantic ones. Edmund and herself, on the other hand, allowed logic to rule. When they had gone back, she had noted the handsome boy, no, man, but it wasn't until she grew to know him, to understand his mind, and his heart, that she knew that logic would not aid her. So, she followed her heart, gave in to her emotions, and kissed him.

She knew from the moment she kissed him that she loved him. She wanted more, she needed him. It was as if he were an addiction, one that she would never have the chance to quench her thirst, for they would never meet again. And that emotion pained her to no end.

They say that there are two types of people in this world, and in Narnia. There are those who love once, and those who love multiple times. Susan desperately hoped that she could learn to love again, but she knew that she had given all of herself, and that she had lost her heart. Caspian possessed it, and she knew that she would never get it back.

Sobbing, she broke down, tears freely falling from her face. How she wished that she had one more day, one more moment, to see his dark eyes searching hers, looking into her soul.

Now her heart was gone, stolen by a handsome king, and her soul would never be the same.

TBC