RE-WRITTEN/RE-POSTED:

Hours had gone by, and they had ridden far into the woods. Susan fell asleep on her horse, but when it stopped she sat right up. Her eyes wandered around her surroundings, she couldn't see much because it was dark out. Carefully, she dismounted her horse and leaded it back onto the path which they had traveled off of.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She froze after they stopped. With out notice, A finger tapped her on the shoulder and a voice said "Susan," Susan jumped around and screamed. Caspian laughed. "King Caspian the Tenth! You scared me!" she sounded angry. He apologized, took her hand, and helped her onto the white horse.

As soon as she was mounted, she nudged her heels into the side of her horse. "Hiya! Come on Victoria!" she galloped away. Caspian jumped onto his horse and said in the horse's ear, "So, she wants to race, does she?" He pulled the reigns and the horse reared up and trotted in the same direction as Susan.

She looked back to see that Caspian was gaining on her. She shouted, "Hiya!" Caspian's horse than circled around hers and stopped. "Whoah!" she yanked the reigns. They both stared at each other and laughed. "So, how did you know I was out here?" Susan said while trotting along on her horse, Caspian's next to her.

"I noticed you had fallen asleep, and your horse decided to wander." She yawned. "What time is it anyways?" He looked up at the star painted sky. "From looking at the moon, I'd say about midnight," he looked back down at her. The pale queen blushed. "It's about the same time we'd be in bed....... kissing......." she laughed. He looked at her and smiled warmly. "We should probably stop doing that for a little while." "Probably," she smiled back.

They rode a little further before Caspian pointed ahead. There was the camp, with deep crimson tents that spread across the soft green grass. Susan hopped off her horse, then asked, "Umm…. Caspian? "Yes, Susan?" Susan blushed as she asked, "Which tent?" He smiled. "Come," he took her by the hand and led her to.... probably the biggest tent there. "My, it's wonderful," the queen spoke softly, and entered the tent. The tent and bed spread matched, both deep red and gold.

"I'm glad you like it." The bed in the tent was slightly smaller than the one from the castle. He looked back at Susan who was standing in the dark, looking out of the tent. The tinted, blue moonlight shone down on her, bringing out every feature. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the light blue shade, her midnight curls shimmered and spun as a breeze went by. Then her eyes, they met with his, and they sparkled an iridescent blue, Like moonlit pools.

All her midnight beauty was contrasted just under her neck, with the faint orange glow of the candle beneath her. She looked like a goddess. " What? Why are you looking at me?" she was puzzled. "Because," he walked up to her. His dark brown eyes glowed in the magical moonlight. "You are beautiful," he smiled down at her. Her lips curved into a delicate smile.

"Do you think we should be in bed now?" she yawned. "Come to think of it, yes." they both crawled into bed and snuggled up to each other. "Caspian?" she whispered. "Yes?" "I just thought of this question...... What was your mother's name?" she blinked. "Adrianna." She rested her head on his shoulder.

"That's a very pretty name. What about your father's?" He looked down at her, "Ehem," he gave an obvious look. She then blushed, "Oh..... right...... Caspian the 9th....." she giggled. "Too many Caspians," she joked. "But this one's mine," she smiled while he pulled her closer. "And always will be," he smiled back.

The beautiful young woman started to lift her head, and just as they were about to kiss, she moved down again. "Oh, Susan, why do you tease me so?" he didn't like it when she did that. "I don't mean to tease you..... but-" "But you're worried because you don't know when you'll return to England. I know." She frowned. "I'm sorry Caspian, but have you come to realize how deep our relationship has become?" she had a tint of concern in her eyes. The young king looked down at her, the same amount of concern in his eyes. He sighed, "Yes." Susan poked him playfully, "And besides, I thought we had decided to stop kissing for a little while." He let out a soft laugh. "Well, if we must…." There was a short pause between them.

Susan then broke the silence,"You know, you still haven't told me where we're going." His attention fixed on her. "You're right, I haven't." She looked annoyed. "Well?" she was anxious. He chuckled, "I tell you if....." he looked deeply into her eyes. "Maybe I don't want to know," she looked away. A sly smile crossed his face as he slid his hand around her neck and moved her face back in his direction. "Please?" He whispered. His lips were only inches away from hers. "Okay, fine. ONE kiss. And you don't have to tell me if you don't want too," "Alright," he leaned in and they kissed briefly. After that, they fell asleep peacefully.

The morning came and the sun started peeking over the horizon. To her dismay, she was alone. But she knew that Caspian had work to do, so she got up and got dressed. Then she walked around and admired the tents. Finally, she came across the tent where all the food was being stored. She ate and decided she would go for a walk in the woods.

It was a rather warm morning. She walked for a good while, until she came to a spot where the path ended. She walked a little further and came across a bunch of very tall trees. It wasn't autumn, yet the trees in front of her had leaves that were flaming red. Susan was pondering when she heard a twig snap. She froze. The queen looked around. No one was there. Five minutes later she heard it again. Susan was nervous, especially when she realized she had left her bow and arrows back at the camp. Suddenly, five men jumped out from behind the cluster of trees. She was confused.

They ran up to the girl and grabbed her by the arms. "Ouch!" She shouted as they tied up her hands. "What are you!-" "I'd recommend staying quiet if I were you!" One man tall man with mustache put a hand on her mouth. The next thing Susan knew....... everything was black.

Barthemellow quickly walked through the camp. He grabbed a man by the shirt. "You! Have you seen the king?" he asked sternly. "Y-y-y-yes sir! That way!" the man pointed. The advisor ran in that direction. The king was busy looking at maps and talking."Your most regal highness," Barthmellow started. "Yes, Barthemellow?" Caspian looked up. "Queen Susan is missing." The king's eyes widened. "What are we to do?" the advisor was ready for anything. "Send out 10 search parties." "Is that all?" he looked at the king as if he was waiting. "And ready my horse," Caspian added. "Yes, Sire," The advisor quickly and calmly walked out of the tent.

Susan was drowsy when she woke. "Queen Susan! Alas, we meet again," an evilly familiar voice echoed in her ears. When her vision was no longer blurry, she gasped at sight of her captor. It was the man who had tried to kill Caspian in the court room. She gave him a puzzled look. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am," he threw a dart onto his dart board. "Sir Walter Spades."

He glared at her, she returned the glare. She noticed that she had been tied to a chair, with three men surrounding her. "Sir Spades, do answer my question as to how you're still alive? I thought I shot you."

He then looked at her. "Aye, you did. But!" He raised a finger and walked over to her, "It just happened to be that the arrow missed my heart!" he smiled. "Give me an arrow, and I'll happily place it where it belongs," Susan continued. He gave an evil laugh while combing his fingers through his, wispy, redish-blonde beard.

"Ah, Queen Susan the-not-so-gentle?" he jeered. "What do you want? Why have you captured me?" The evil knight then fixed a glare on her. "I want you," he started speaking in a very low tone. "To tell me where the king is taking you." Susan gasped.

"But wait…. He hasn't told me!" She remembered. He banged the desk in front of him, waking the captive's thought. "Where is he taking you!" he walked towards Susan and leaned over her. "I don't know....." she leaned back quickly. "Tell the truth girl! Or you'll regret it!" he raised his voice higher. "I am telling the truth!" she quivered. He gave a suspicious smile. "My good friends, I believe the Queen needs some motivation...... lock her in the prison cell...... No food or water for 5 days." Her eyes widened. "Yes Sir!" the three escorts shouted.

It had been four days since Susan had gone missing. The search parties were looking everywhere, but still couldn't find her. That wouldn't stop Caspian. He ran to Barthemellow. "My horse?-" "Is ready just as I said it would be," the advisor quickly finished the sentence. "That's why I made you my second hand man," the King smiled and jumped onto his horse. "Hiya!" Off he rode. "Come on Destrier! Hiya!" He cheered the horse on while riding through the thick brush. He then came to a strange looking forest. There was no path, and as he looked up, the trees towered to the sky. Something else was strange about the trees, the leaves were bright red. "That's strange, it isn't autumn," he mumbled. He rode deeper into the woods until he heard echoing steps.

The next thing he knew, a clan of 5 men jumped out in front of him, swords up. "Surrender, come with us, and we'll lead you to Queen Susan," the tallest man said. Caspian cheerily hopped of his horse. "And what if I don't surrender?" "Then we'll torture you," the man quickly replied.

Without warning, Caspian whipped his sword out and spun around so that when he stopped, he had sliced the man through the stomach. The four remaining men charged towards the tall king. But his reflexes were much quicker, being he was still young, and he soon killed three men.

As the fourth one charged towards him, Caspian clashed his sword against his, and knocked it out of the man's hand. He grabbed the small man by the shirt. "Tell me where she is." His eyes burned with anger. The man quivered. "Tell me!" the rage inside him was starting to burn.

"T-t-t-hat way…. King Caspian," he nervously started. "How will I know when I'm there?" the king continued to question. His sword pushed towards the man's neck. "When you've walked half a mile from here, you must find the hidden button on the tallest tree," he stopped, but looked like he wanted to say more. Caspian raised his sword. "Wait! Please, let me keep my life....." the man spat. "I'll tell you what the button looks like!" he pleaded.

Caspian raised an eyebrow, "I don't see why I should, but being that you said please…." he listened to the man speak. "Thank you," He helped the frightened man up. "Do you surrender?" He held his sword to the man again. "Yes, your highness," he bowed. "Alright, then go to my camp and say that you've surrendered." "Yes, good king," he bowed once more and headed in the direction that the king pointed him in. Caspian hopped back onto his horse and started galloping into the distance. "I have to find her."