RE-WRITTEN/RE-POSTED
Susan laid in a cold, dark, lonely prison cell. Her eyes wandered for something interesting to look at. They fixed on the small "window" in her cell, which was really just a small hole. Stars sparkled, so brightly, almost as if they were whispering to her, "Susan, don't loose hope." The Queen of old felt a little spark of hope swell inside her, and fell asleep with a smile on her face.
"Whoa, Destrier!" He yanked the reigns and sprung off of the horse and into the woods. "Here's the tallest tree…" he thought while examining the trunk. "Blast it!" he cursed, "Where's the hidden button!" Out of anger, he kicked a low spot on the stump and hissed, "Stupid tree!" Suddenly, a little knob turned and a small slit in the tree opened. He then patted the monstrous plant. "Nice tree," he whispered and slipped through the opening.
When he wove his way down the twisting staircase, he found three underground tunnels. "Help me, Aslan," he prayed because he didn't know which way would lead him to Susan. He finally chose the tunnel leading through the middle, still not knowing where in Narnia he was going!
Silently, the Telmarine king sneaked into another hallway with several doors, one of which he heard voices speaking. He crept over and listened in. "What!" A familiar and villainous man's voice screamed. "W-w-we don't know where he's going... but we know he's looking for some sort of treasure," a nervous man repeated to him. "Indeed." Caspian could hear a moment of silence as the man thought.
"What is it, Sir Spades?" "I believe he is looking for his long-lost inheritance." Sir spades let out a deep laugh while saying, "I could be rich if I had it… but he'd never tell me where it is." There was suddenly a long and deafening silence. "Find King Caspian..." the evil man mumbled. "And kill him." Caspian leaped back from the door as the knob started to turn. He had to run! And running is exactly what he did.
He sprinted down the hallway, into a dark area. He noticed that this particular area had no torches, and that was strange. CLAMP, CLAMP, CLAMP.The young king heard a band of soldiers coming down the hall and zipped around, trying to hide or at least be avoided.
Seeking escape, he came upon a large wooden door, swung it open, and hid behind it. Once the soldiers had passed, Caspian gently closed the door, not wanting to go back out. He turned his head to view where he was.
It was a frigid, dark, deserted room. He couldn't hear anything except small water droplets plopping onto the wet floor and the cool breeze blowing through small openings in the walls on either side of him. The stony walls were painted a dark blue color from the shade of midnight sky.
That's when he noticed there were sectioned areas enclosed by metal bars. He was in a dungeon. Silently, he walked through the frightening place and noticed a certain stream of light coming from one of the cells.
When he walked up to it, he squinted his eyes to peer into the darkness but could not see anything. Caspian turned and starting walking back until he heard a sound of movement.
"Was it a mouse?" he wondered. Just in case, he spun around and cautiously tiptoed back to the cell. Moon beams shone brighter and danced across the floor, to reveal a young woman, who was sleeping.
The king's heart skipped a beat. "Susan!" he whispered through the bars. She flinched. "Susan!" he whispered a little louder and threw a small pebble at the bars to make a little clank. Susan sleepily opened her eyes.
Their eyes met. Susan smiled. "Caspian!" she rose and ran over to the bars. Angrily, she stared at the bars that separated them. "We have to get you out of here," he tried to look around for the keys. "Curse these bars," she mumbled.
The young queen then smiled and pointed, "Caspian, that nail!" Caspian frowned. "How can a rusty old nail free you?" "You can stick it into the key hole." He rolled his eyes, shrugged, and grabbed the nail. The door creaked open once the nail was stuck into the right spot.
Susan impatiently jumped into his arms and hugged him. Caspian, who was alarmed at first, embraced her as well. "I..." she started but then pulled back to look into her favorite pair of brown eyes. "I missed you," she finally spoke. Caspian gave a warm smile.
"I've missed you as well." He couldn't help but to kiss the beautiful woman in his arms. He could feel how much she had missed him by the way she responded. Usually, she would hesitate at first, and most likely try to lighten the kiss a little. However, this time, she happily let him kiss her with as much passion as he chose, she even made her grip tighter at certain times.
Caspian then came to his senses and pulled away. "Sorry, but we need to get you out of here!" Susan nodded, but then suddenly fell over. Caspian caught her before asking, "Are you alright?" She took a deep breath, "I'm a bit faint, I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the past few days. "We really need to get you out, then." Quietly, they crept out of the prison and came to the empty hall of which Caspian had fortunately escaped the guards.
"Hello, Barthemellow," the saddened maid walked into the advisor's tent. Barthemellow smiled. "Hello to you, Clara" Suddenly, a man from one of the search parties rushed in. "Barthemellow! We've looked almost everywhere, and we haven't found her." Barthemellow frowned. "Has the king arri-" "No, I just checked myself," said Clara. "Well Thomason, I suggest you look everywhere you haven't, even the unexpected."
"Look!" Susan screamed, "More soldiers!" It was a group of 10 men. Caspian fearlessly drew his sword from his belt and stood, ready for action. Susan coughed on purpose. "What?" He questioned and examined her. "Oh!" he hit himself in the head. "You have nothing to fight with." "Now you notice," she put her hands on her hips. He smiled, "Leave it to me."
The defenseless queen shrugged. Soldiers came running. Caspian braced himself. With great speed, Caspian whipped his sword through the air and cut a man down the middle. Just as another man charged towards him, he stuck his sword straight into the soldier while taking his dagger. Caspian tossed the dagger to Susan.
"See, I keep my promises," he winked and charged after another man. She smirked and took a swipe with her dagger. Unnoticeably, Sir Spades made his way through the remaining soldiers and crept behind Caspian, sword in hand."Caspian! Behind you!" Susan warned him. The king twirled around to clash swords with the evil knight. The Queen was fighting her life but managed to keep an eye on the two men fighting next to her. The two swords made a terrible scraping sound as they pushed against each other.
Sir Spades swiftly drew his sword back and swung it at Caspian. With force, it cut through the king's left thigh. Caspian yelled in pain and dropped his weapon. Susan gasped. Sir Spades was going to strike again. He was just about to make a serious blow when a three daggers came flying and pinned his shirt to the wall behind him.
The injured king quickly stretched his arm out, grabbed a sword, and stood up. The evil man struggled to pull himself free. Rage started churning in Caspian's eyes as he stared at the man who was attached to the wall.
Slowly, The king of Narnia limped his way to that wall. He lifted the sword and plunged it into the knight's stomach and let him wail in pain. The sword was swiftly drawn out, but then suddenly stuck right in the same spot as before.
"And that one's for capturing Queen Susan!" Caspian yanked his sword and Sir Spades sank to the ground, lifeless. Susan had been standing there watching her brave young king defeat their enemy. He looked at her almost as if he was embarrassed for being so filled with anger. Susan rushed by his side to help him walk.
They didn't say anything, but sneakily found their way out to his horse, and mounted. "You seemed a bit... well..." Susan started but wasn't sure if she wanted to continue. "Merciless?" he laughed a little. "Yes..." she admitted. "Well, when someone threatens MY queen, I see no reason to extend grace." He said it in a rather sarcastic tone.
She tried so hard not to laugh, but started to smile. The queen finally let out a giggle. He loved the sound of her laugh. Caspian proudly looked forwards again, looking like a king... he couldn't help but to smile though. "Oh, getting all serious now, are we?" Susan mimicked his accent and sat up straight too. Caspian turned his head around and gave a playful glare. She returned the look. "Humph," he looked forwards again. She laughed.
Susan could almost detect a hint of jealousy in his voice. "I'd very much enjoy it if you didn't mock me," Caspian said with a perfect British accent. Susan couldn't believe it!
"And where did you learn to do a british accent?" "Well, when your loved one and her siblings are from England and you've spent a lot of time with them, it sort of rubs off on you, you know?" He continued his mimicking of her accent. "You're so smug," she crossed her arms and he finally laughed.
They soon arrived at the camp grounds. "Juliana!" Susan jumped of the horse and gave her friend a hug. "Hello brother," the princess greeted her brother as well. "Juliana, when did you arrive?" "Late last night. You know me..." He grinned, "Out riding again? Traveling to far places?" Juliana smiled.
With his sister's help, Caspian very carefully slid off Destrier and landed on both his feet. When he landed, it looked like one of his legs gave out. He bent for a moment and struggled to rise. "Oh, Caspian! Let me help!" Susan hurried over to him. "No! I'm fine..." He didn't want help. Susan rested her hands on her hips and shook her head. "I'll help you take him to his tent," Juliana offered and helped her brother up.
Caspian sat up on his bed. "I'm fi-" "No, you're not. Lay down this instant or I'll have to punish you!" Susan pushed him down and looked out to see if Clara was coming. "Punish him?" Juliana looked confused. "Yes. Punish him." Caspian gave a mischievous smile, "What did I do now?" Before Susan could answer, Clara came into the room. "Clara! Caspian injured his leg while fighting. Can you help?" Susan asked. "Of course, Susan! That's not even a question."
"Alright Caspian, let's take a look at that leg of yours." Juliana found no need to stay, so she left to explore the camp. "Susan! What on earth happened to his leg!" The maid jumped when she saw the gash in his thigh. "The man he was fighting slashed him there." Caspian shook his head, "It can't be as bad as you think."