Disclaimer- I do not own The Chronicles of Narnia. This story line is of my imagination and nothing else . if I did own it…Susan would have ended up with Caspian… by the way, I do not know what colleges are in England as I live in America and I do not currently have access to the inter webs as my dorm sucks…So please forgive me!

Thoughts/ Flashbacks

Time or place change

Chapter 1- The Lost Queen

London Community College

The dreary weather outside the classroom windows seemed to bring a cloud of gloom upon the 20 year old sophomores taking frantic notes as their professor lectured on the topic of theology. A brunette beauty, with striking blue eyes and full lips, sat at the back corner of the room gazing out the window. She has already finished taking what notes were on the board. The girl in front of her had shoulder length brown hair pulled up into a ponytail and was doodling on the margins of her notebook. The professor looked at the clock and sighed.

"Alright, class dismissed." The wizen professor sank into his seat as all the students raced from the room.

"Hey Susan," The girl with the ponytail said addressing the brunette beauty and she turned her bright blue eyes to her. Susan's hair was braided to the small of her back and it reflected the florescent lights making it almost shine. "My uncle Thomas is having a bonfire this weekend, would you want to come?" This was the fourth time Clarisa had invited her and Susan had flatly refused the first three times. A group of people stood waiting for Clarisa a few rows away, though, they were able to hear Clarisa and Susan perfectly. As Susan was about to answer, the girl with curly blond hair and green eyes laughed.

"Come on Clarisa, when is it going to sink into your little brain that Susan is too high and mighty for us?" She said sarcastically, it seemed there was little love for Susan in the group.

"I'm sorry Clarisa. I'm going to visit my family this weekend." Susan said quietly. Clarisa looked crestfallen and the blond girl nodded smugly.

"I told you so." She said and Susan ignored the comment. Picking up her things, she made a beeline for the door, but she paused to say something to the blond first.

"My family is dead Elizabeth; I am going to visit their graves." Susan whispered and continued walking. Elizabeth gasped as she realized the cruelty with which she had treated Susan Pevensie over the course of two years.

"Way to go Elizabeth," said one of the other girls her short brown hair cut into a bob so it framed her face. Clarisa turned and raced out the door.

"Oi! Wait up!" Clarisa raced down the hall after Susan. Susan stopped unexpectedly, no one ever tried to track her down. "You are coming whether you like it or not." Clarisa smiled brightly. "Visiting family is good, but I'm sure they would want you to hang out with other people too." Susan smiled slightly and continued walking. Clarisa looked confused. "So does that mean you'll come?" She didn't receive an answer.

Friday Night

Clarisa paced around her uncle's living room as eight pairs of eyes watched her. "Clarisa stop! You're making me dizzy!" exclaimed the girl with the short brown hair, her bangs falling slightly into her eyes. Clarisa stopped and fell into one of the last seats in the room. She stared at the leaves falling in erratic patterns outside the small two story house. The sounds of her uncle making food floated into the living room. "Do you really think Susan Pevensie is really going to show up?" she asked and Clarisa nodded.

"Is your name Rebecca Smith?" Clarisa asked and Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Just as your name is Clarisa Nalsa, which is a strange last name by the way." Rebecca said. "Though I guess Americans are strange." The rest of the group laughed, even Clarisa. Elizabeth stood up and walked over to the window.

"Do you think she hates me?" She asked sounding unsure of herself. The others remained quiet and only the sound of Clarisa's uncle entering the room was heard.

"What's up with all of you? You're usually begging for stories by now." He said joyfully. Light brown curls covered his head and a small beard graced his chin, his face was a slight red from working in the kitchen. Elizabeth turned to face him.

"What would you do if you acted mean to someone because you thought that's why they wouldn't speak to you?" asked Elizabeth timidly. Thomas sat down in his chair by the fire. The legs of the chair formed roaring lions and the handles were lion's paws. The cushions of the chair were a golden yellow velvet material. The fire place had amber tile with flecks of brown surrounding the roaring flames. A polished wooden case sat on the mantle above.

"I would say apologize." Thomas said and he was going to elaborate but a knock on the door interrupted him. Clarisa jumped up and swung the door open to reveal a windswept Susan. She wore a plain black pea coat with a wool hat and a black skirt that fell to a little below her knees.

"Hi," She said softly her cheeks slightly red from the cold wind that had picked from the night before. Clarisa stared dumbfounded at her and Thomas rose to see why his niece was letting the cold air in.

"Hello, Clarisa why don't you let her in?" Thomas suggested and a look of surprise crossed through Susan's clear blue eyes. Clarisa smiled widely and let Susan pass by her.

"I'm glad you came." Clarisa whispered which cause Susan smiled. "You can put your coat in here." Clarisa opened the coat closet door and revealed the coats of all those present. She pulled a hanger off the rack and handed it to Susan. She accepted and shrugged her pea coat off. Beneath her coat she wore a black long-sleeved shirt and a dark red sweater that buttoned up her front, the top few buttons were undone. Clarisa reached into the closet and pulled out a pair of cream colored slippers and handed them to her. "We aren't having the bon fire anymore; it's a little too cold outside for it." Susan took the slippers and put them on her feet. Clarisa motioned for Susan to follow her into the living room. Those in the room turned to face her in surprise. Susan stood beside the doorway looking rather uncomfortable until Thomas entered again and motioned for her to sit on the stool beside his armchair. Susan walked over her feet gliding over the floor so she made barely any noise.

"I was just about to tell a story." Thomas said smiling at Susan as he sat down. Susan smile back a little and sat lightly on the footstool. Elizabeth sat back down beside Clarisa and looked away from Susan. Susan examined the room and felt as if she had been here before. "Now which one should I tell?" Susan listened to the man's words and expected that those in the room would not react happily to his request, they proved her wrong.

"Tell us about the beginning." Said the black haired Shawn and the blond haired green eyed James beside him nodded in agreement. Elizabeth laughed.

"He told that last time. I say you tell us about the final battle." Said Elizabeth confidently, she smiled at Susan and she gave a small one in return. Clarisa noticed this and was about to speak but Rebecca beat her to it.

"I say you tell us about the Witch!" Rebecca exclaimed knowing it was one of the stories Thomas usually didn't tell. The exchange student from Spain shook his head at this idea.

"I say the Horse and his Boy." He said his accent thick. Susan looked to the ground when she heard his voice.

Elliot sounds so much like him, the thought had crossed her mind every time she heard him speak. Clarisa smiled brightly.

"How about we let Susan choose?" Clarisa suggested and the room agreed. Susan looked to the fire and wondered what stories they could possibly be talking about.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really know what you're all talking about." Susan said quietly and Thomas patted her shoulder.

"It's alright; I'll start with something simple." Thomas reached for the case on the mantle and everyone, expect Susan smiled widely. Clarisa moved from her seat to sit beside Susan.

"He's going to play a lullaby." Clarisa whispered. Susan gazed at the fire not paying much attention to what instrument that Thomas was pulling out of the polished case. "What lullaby are you going to play Uncle Thomas?" inquired Clarisa; however, Thomas did not respond and put the flute to his lips. It went straight down then divided into to two different ends. He played the first few noted and Susan felt as if she had heard the melody before, but she looked to the fire and noticed shapes moving in it. A faun danced around a fire, then a dryad flew through, a centaur galloped into view and all three began dancing around. At the climax of the lullaby, a lion's head rushed forth and roared to the heavens. The lion startled them all and Susan's eyes were as wide as they could go. Lucy had explained something similar happening to her the first time she had meet Mr. Tumnus.

"Excuse me," Susan said hurriedly and raced for a different room. Narnia was seeping back into her life. Thinking about the times she spent there with her siblings made her heart swell with pain. These people know about Narnia, she realized, all the stories they mentioned happened to us or Professor Kirke. Susan sighed, it would do her no good just standing here. They knew about Narnia and Clarisa's uncle was the one who told them. She collected her thoughts and went back to the room. "Forgive me; that was rude." Susan said quietly and sat back where she had been before. Clarisa looked at a worriedly look etched on her features.

"We decided on a story." Clarisa whispered to her and Susan nodded. Thomas looked to Clarisa to make sure it was okay to continue. Clarisa nodded her approval and Thomas placed his flute case back on the mantle.

"The Kings and Queens of old helped Prince Caspian free Narnia from the rule of his evil uncle, Miraz." Thomas began and Susan remained silent, somehow he knew of their journey and she needed to find out how. "The High King of Old and the Gentle Queen were not to return after that visit; however, the Just King and the Valiant Queen returned to Narnia once more after three years had passed." Thomas said his voice rich like many of the Narnian storytellers that Susan remembered from her time as Queen. All of the others in the room, though they had heard the story before, were hooked on his every word. "The Great lion Aslan told them they were not to return and that they had learned all they could from Narnia." Susan remembered the day they had told her…they shared the same fate she did and now they were dead. "Two years passed after this and High King Caspian X was shocked when he found three of the four royals in the garden of Cair Paravel." Susan's head shot up and she looked Thomas Nalsa in the eye. His brown eyes were deep but they showed no lies. "High King Peter the Magnificent, King Edmund the Just, and Queen Lucy the Valiant were quite confused at their arrival and the fact that their sister, the Gentle Queen, did not return with them. A woman by the name of Cassandra appeared shortly after them and she had no memory." Several hisses escaped the college sophomore's mouths at this point and Susan remained quiet. "She went for High King Caspian's heart which he has given away to a woman he would never see again. She…did not succeed and she fled the castle when Caspian told her he would never love her." Thomas paused for a moment before continuing. "Summer ended and fall came. No one heard from Cassandra until the winter when she returned. Aslan had returned to Cair Paravel a few days after Cassandra left and he was there when she…when she.." Thomas' voice faded out and Clarisa picked up where he left off.

"Cassandra demanded that Caspian love her. Aslan tried to reason with her and she took out the White Witch's staff that had once been broken and was whole again. She laughed and said 'If I cannot have him, no one will!' and she stabbed the floor. All of Cair Paravel froze over and she now reigns as Queen. Aslan himself cannot save them as he too was frozen by her rage and cruelty." Clarisa finished and tears rolled down Susan's cheeks.

They aren't dead, She thought happily, though it didn't change the face that her mother and father were still gone, as well has Professor Kirke, Eustace, and his friend Jill. But they aren't really alive either. Susan thought as a small flame of anger lit in her chest. Cassandra had somehow gotten the White Witch's power, but the staff had been destroyed so it shouldn't have been anywhere in Narnia. The White Witch will never give up, that's why the staff still exists, Susan thought to herself and Clarisa placed a hand on Susan's shoulder bringing her out of her thoughts.

"Are you okay?" Clarisa inquired and Susan nodded.

"I am fine." Susan said. Clarisa seemed to buy this for now and followed the others into another room. Susan stayed where she was and did not move until Elizabeth approached her.

"I'm sorry for treating you the way I did. I had no idea that your family had died." Elizabeth mumbled and Susan stood.

"It's alright Elizabeth; you had no way of knowing as I told no one." Susan said her voice strong and yet still gentle. Elizabeth felt herself reminded of the Gentle Queen of Narnia's Golden Age whom Thomas hadn't given a name.

"Okay, well, Thomas sent me to get you. Dinner is ready." Elizabeth said and she left the room. Susan remained for a few seconds longer and noticed the blizzard brewing outside.

Why is it snowing so badly? She wondered and she thought she heard the faint blow of a horn. That sounded like… Susan's thought was cut short when the ground rumbled and the house seemed to move. She grabbed onto the doorframe and saw all the others holding on for dear life as well.

"Uncle Thomas!" Clarisa screamed over the rumbling and her uncle did not respond as it was impossible to hear over the deafening roar. As suddenly as the rumbling started, it stopped. Susan released the wall and ran for the door many protests were shouted at this, but she ignored them. She pulled the door open and saw a lamppost in the distance, maybe 30 feet away from the doorstep. The others cam behind her and Thomas moved Susan and slammed the door shut.

"Clarisa!" Thomas shouted at her and she ran for the back room that no one was allowed in. "Go! We must change or they will kill us all!" Susan walked quickly towards the direction in which Clarisa had disappeared.

"These are uniforms of Archenlanders. It will protect us from the Narnian Army as Archenland is their ally. The Witch will not come near us in these." Clarisa's normal voice had disappeared been replaced with a more commanding tone. She motioned for the girls to go through one door and the boys to go through another one. Thomas entered and grabbed enough clothes for the men and followed them. Clarisa handed each of the girl's clothes but held Susan back. "You must go by a different name Susan because the Witch will kill you if she learns you are called Susan." Susan tried to speak but Clarisa would not let her. "We will call you Sylvia Reed. The others will not remember that your true name is Susan as I will give them pendants to wear; it will give them new memories so that we will become part of this world." Susan nodded; she knew that if Clarisa truly knew who she was that trouble would follow them. Clarisa smiled slightly before pushing Susan into the room. The other girls, being Rebecca, Elizabeth, and the red-head Asley, were already dressed. Susan quickly changed as she was accustomed to the type of clothing; she wore a plain blue shirt and a golden long sleeve top. Chain mail went over that and then a leather corset type vest went over that. Clarisa handed each girl what she thought they were best with. Elizabeth received a thin sword as she was a fencer. Rebecca was given a bow and a quiver with fletched arrows in it, Rebecca was the best archer at school. Asley was given a dagger and medicine pouch, she was a nursing student and was very good had tending to wounds. Clarisa got to Susan and was at a loss.

"I am good at archery and swordsmanship." Said Susan and Clarisa nodded. She went and retrieved a good, strong, wooden bow from the rack and a quiver of arrows.

"Here," Clarisa said handing them to Susan. She easily attached the quiver to her back and slipped the bow into it. Clarisa stood and stared at the swords, Susan had not said which type of sword she knew how to use. Susan, who wished to get going, went forward and reached for a Narnian sword, though it was a mix of Telemarine as well. "Alright then," Clarisa grabbed the amulets from the hook on the wall and handed one to each person. "These will protect our identities while we are here." The women nodded and place the amulets around their neck. Clarisa did the same. They all felt something pass over them, like a warm breeze. Susan felt no different than before. "Sylvia, go see if the men are ready, I will go and get the horses." Susan nodded and ran off to the other room; being called Sylvia was going to take some getting used to.

Thomas and the other men were already outside the house. "Ah Sylvia, is Clarisa getting the horses?" Sylvia nodded and waiting beside them. Thomas handed her a thick wool clock. The main part of the clock was blue and gold lining on the inside, gold also ran along the edge.

"Thank you." Sylvia said as she put the clock on feeling much warmer. The other women came out wearing the same cloak with Clarisa as they were helping lead the horses. Each woman was leading two horses so two horses would carry two people.

"Asley and Rebecca aren't good riders so they will ride with Sylvia and me." Clarisa said and Asley lead a mild-mannered dark horse over to them. Sylvia, or Susan as we know her, was reminded of Caspian's horse as she gazed at the gentle creature. Sylvia took the reins form Asley and mounted the horse. She extended a hand to Asley and pulled up to sit behind her. Clarisa waited for all riders to mount before going forward. "We ride for Cair Paravel!" She exclaimed and took off galloping.

A/N- Okay so I wrote most of this during work study today because there was nothing for me to do! I hope everyone likes this so far ^^ I have had the idea in my head for a few months now and I finally decided to write it because I like where I was going with it in my head ^^ Please review! I hope no one is terribly confused by the whole Sylvia thing, yes Sylvia is Susan. I can't have Susan get captured by the White Witch can I now? Okay I am hoping to have internet in my dorm by the end of today and hopefully I can update more regularly. Again, REVIEW!

~LadyRin98790

Written- 09/15/10