There is a slight breeze in the air, as we zone in on High Queen Susan, all alone in a sea of brilliant yellow flowers.
Susan thought about a few days ago when her brothers and sister and she had first come back to Narnia.
She loved smelling the air, seeing the familiar landmarks, wearing the familiar things. It was as though all her dreams had come true.
And then she met him. Caspian was his name, Prince Caspian the tenth, to be exact. How sweet it was to have his name leave her lips. But it could never work. He was a lowly prince, and she was high queen of Narnia. Susan could never have a king, because that would make two high kings, and she would never do that to Peter. She loved her brother too much to put him through that. Oh, but what was she to do with herself?
Susan raised her head at the distant sound of a trumpet. It was not a Narnian trumpet, so that must mean… no… "Caspian." She said his name to the wind. She bounded up and raced toward her horse, which stood waiting for her as she called her name, and Susan clamored onto her horse. She dug her heels into the horse's sides, and off they went. She was in the middle of the forest when, up ahead, in a clearing, she spotted five telmaraine soldiers surrounding her younger sister. "Lu, duck!" She was glad her sister had brains, because most girls her age would have yelled "where?'" back at her. Lucy, however, was not one of those girls, and she ducked her head. Susan cocked and released two arrows, and they found their marks skillfully. The men's horses started, and took off in opposite directions. By the time they were gone, she had taken the next soldier out with an arrow. Her horse, however, was also startled by all the commotion, bucked Susan off, and took off after one of the horses that had disappeared. Susan fell to the ground. After leaping back up, she cocked an arrow and released it into the man. One to go. As she was drawing her last arrow, she realized that this final soldier was entirely to close to her for comfort. She ran backwards gracefully, only to be tripped by the root of a tree a moment later. As her head was clearing, she saw the figure poised with a sword pointed directly above her heart. As the man raised his sword to strike, Susan closed her eyes tightly. She waited a few seconds, and opened her eye a little. The man was gone, replaced by a different man. A handsome young man with a billowing black cape stood before her. He was rather tall, and very handsome, with long, flowing locks the color of mahogany. "Are you alright, my queen?" He asked in that beautiful accent of his. Caspian's chocolate brown eyes locked onto hers. She forgot how to breath.