Author's note: Thank you so much for all your lovely reviews and I'm so sorry about the lateness of this chapter, I was busy with holiday things and I wanted to make sure this chapter was as perfect as I could make it so I apologise. But if you guys have any ideas to improve or add to the story, just leave it in the review and I might add it into the story!

I've added in the idea submitted by Guest – which is Susan becomes Suzanna in the story, but I've added that Susan and Suzanna swap places so Suzanna goes into the real world and vice versa.

And I've also changed the title of the kingdom to Narnia since it makes a lot more sense and it was pointed out by another Guest.

One very special thing for you, dear reviewers; I'm planning on having Susan have her own guardian angel to help her through the story, but my question is who should it be?

I was thinking of having it as Aslan but I'm still unsure at the moment, leave me a message or in your review of who it should be, it would be much appreciated.

If things didn't make sense in the first chapter it's because I stayed up until about 1am writing it and my tiredness ruins everything.

Chapter song: Strange and Unprepared by Copeland.

But without me blabbering on too long, on with the story.

"I never stop feeling strange,
Cause you never know if you really changed.
You can never tell if your center stage
Is thin as glass and never meant a thing."

Susan slowly opened her eyes to the bright and warm sunshine beaming down on her face. She smiled softly, closing her eyes once more as she relaxed back into her bed. After a few moments; Susan opened her eyes once more, her eyebrows fusing together as she looks around the room she was in. She sat up straight, her eyes wide like they were about to pop out of her skull as she slides out of bed.

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." She muttered under her breath, slowly and quietly walking along the cold stone floor. Instead of hearing the usual and familiar noises of cars and people on the street outside from Finchley, all she heard was silence. And that scared her more than anything else in the world. She wanted to scream, cry, have a mental breakdown and throw a world-class temper tantrum all at once, just do something to maybe rid herself of what's happened to her, at least.

She certainly felt the same person, maybe this was all a dream and she'd fallen asleep while reading again. But it all seemed too real to be a simple figment of her imagination, and everything seemed far too tangible to just brush it off as a dream.

Susan slowly walked over towards the balcony beside the bed, gently moving the thin curtains to one side so she could easily get past. As she walked into the bright sunlight and was able to see more of her surroundings, Susan properly realized the seriousness her dilemma.

She felt a lump in her throat and knew she would end up crying, but no, she would not allow herself to cry. Susan Pevensie never cries – well, she never cries in front of people. What people don't know what goes on behind the scenes; the less people talk bad things about you.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to stop the tears from forming in her eyes before she turned away from the balcony to take a proper look at the room she had awoken inside mere minutes before.

I'm definitely not home, not at home at all. Susan's inner childlike voice told her, the voice that only came out when she was deeply afraid but thankfully in Susan's case, she was hardly ever scared. Mostly because she never placed herself in situations where she would be, and her brothers mostly protected her from almost anything and everything that would scare her.

Susan's fingertips slowly trailed themselves along the white stone walls inside the bedroom, inspecting every tiny detail in sight. The small rubies and sapphires woven into the heavily decorated curtains, the images of animals and trees carved into the wooden posts upon the four-poster bed and the wardrobe, the immaculate state of everything inside the room; everything just seemed to foreign to her.

She took a deep breath, sitting herself down before the rather extravagant dressing table towards the back of the room. Susan's fingers gently touched the delicate diamond earrings and pearl necklaces that covered the wooden dressing table. Back in Finchley, you would have to of been a queen or a celebrity to even look at a diamond, let alone wear fifteen on each ear for one night.

Susan frowned to herself as she gently picked up a pearl necklace, gently threating it through her fingers to examine every single pearl upon the chain. All the pearls seemed to be perfectly shaped into a small ball but one seemed slightly twisted out of shape, making it stick out from the otherwise perfect necklace – it was just like Suzanna's in Land of Dusk.

No, that's impossible.

It could just be a coincidence that both this woman's pearl necklace and Suzanna's had the exact same twisted pearl. It had to be, Suzanna isn't a real human being. She's a simple figment of hers and the writer's imagination, nothing more and nothing less, that's all she is and all she ever will be.

She brought the necklace to her neck, admiring how pretty it looked on her neck in the mirror. It almost seemed like the necklace was made especially for her, how perfect it seemed to fit around her neck –

Susan placed the necklace down upon the dressing table before turning away and towards the door, turning the cold handle downwards to open it. She had to get the thoughts of that necklace and the bedroom out of her mind, or she would completely lose her head.

The hallway the bedroom lead to seemed to be empty of life and so still and quiet she could hear the insects buzzing around outside, everything just seemed like a picture from one of the many art galleries she had visited with school over the last few years.

She felt a slight chill run through her body, suddenly becoming aware of what she was wearing. She was no longer in the oversized shirt and shorts she had gone to sleep in, Susan now found herself wearing a long flowing red gown that came down past her feet and trailed across the marble floor beneath her feet.

This place just gets weirder and weirder.

Susan took a deep breath, bringing her skirts up slightly so it was easier for her to walk around the halls and try to figure out where the hell she was exactly.

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The halls seemed to go on forever but finally, Susan found her way out and slowly walked out into what appeared to be a courtyard but honestly she couldn't be sure, everything seemed to be so confusing today and it appeared to her that anything can happen.

She heard someone running towards her at great speed. After a few moments, Susan made it out as the form of a young woman, around the same age as herself. "Lady Suzanna, I have been looking for you all day, where in heaven's name have you been?"

Susan's eyes widened as her heard skipped a beat inside her chest. Suzanna. Lady Suzanna. It all makes sense now. "S-sorry, should I know you?" Her question came out as a stutter more than anything, her lower lip slowly shaking as she started to bite into it with her teeth.

The girl before her curtsied slightly, her eyebrows fusing together in a frown as she looked at Susan. "Suzanna, I am Helena. Your personal servant… you did personally ask for one yourself and I gracefully rose to the challenge."

Susan swallowed hard. Helena was Suzanna's personal servant, just like she said. Could it be at all possible that she'd somehow landed inside her favourite book? But magic isn't real, and neither is Narnia. So someone should wake her up now.

"Oh, of course I remember you now Helena, how foolish of me to forget. You must forgive me; I seem to have awoken with a slight memory change. Also, you must call me Susan, no more of this Suzanna business." Susan gave Helena a small smile, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

Where did that spring of confidence come from?

"Lady Suzanna!" A male voice called out to Susan from behind her, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

Susan mentally rolled her eyes as she turned around but froze the moment she set eyes on him. His dark eyes locked with hers and she felt a slight twinge within her heart. Where he was standing, he blocked out the sun from her view, the sunlight almost making a halo around his head.

"Prince Caspian, my lady. Now, if you'll excuse me." Helena curtsied towards Caspian, slowly walking away from Susan and Caspian to give them some privacy.

Caspian? No, this can't be happening. He's not real, none of this is real.

Caspian handed Susan the bouquet of flowers before pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "You are looking as lovely as always, my lady. You are as radiant as the sun, the moon and all of the stars and possibly even more."

Susan couldn't stop the blush that spread across her cheeks as she held the flowers in her hands and looked at the angel before her. Everything seemed to be so perfect in that moment. He was just so beautiful standing there, and Susan wanted nothing to ever change again. If that moment was over, Susan felt as if nothing would ever be perfect again. She just wished she could stop time altogether and live in that moment for the rest of time – no matter how impossible that thought might be.

With her free hand, Susan gently placed a hand on Caspian's cheek. He was real; he was a living, breathing human being and he was perfect in every way that was humanly possible. Mentally taking every ounce strength within her, Susan closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

Second author's note: So they finally met and kissed. Man, this chapter is now the longest chapter I have ever written and the five pages of writing certainly does give it away. But I really hope you all enjoy this chapter, and don't forget to tell me who you think should be Susan's guardian!

See you all in the next chapter;

Lorna.