"Oh no!" shouted Lucy, spotting the Telmarine soldiers now following them. There were five of them, and they had much faster horses. So Susan made a snap decision, one of those decisions that usually made everyone tremble in fright She jumped off the horse.
"What are you doing?!?" Lucy yelled, reining in the horse. She felt sick, and didn't want Susan to leave
"Don't stop! GO! I'll stop them. GO! GO! GO!" Susan slapped the horse and it took off again, just as the men rode into the clearing. She drew her bow. There was a buzzing sound as she fired, and one man fell. Another doged her first arrow, but her second was quick enough to pin him off his horse. Two more went down in a similar manner. But the last one was too quick. Susan tripped and fell backwards, fumbling for the horn. Then she felt a sharp pain. She screamed as the man shot her in the chest. Then she blew the horn. Suddenly the man on the horse looked down to see a sword coming out of his chest. He fell dead. Caspian stood behind him.
"You blew..." he began, then spotted Susan. "Susan!" He lifted her up in his arms.
"Caspian..." she murmured, then reached up as if to touch is face. Susan wondered how much time they might have had together. "…good bye…." Caspian knew beyond a doubt she would live. But then the last breath came. She didn't make it. She went limp in his arms.
"NO!" He shouted, but it was too late. She was gone. Susan Pevensie died in Caspian's arms.
Caspian felt his heart break in two. "No..." he murmured mournfully in denial. She couldn't be dead...she couldn't... Caspian felt a a tear roll down his cheek. A few seconds later he was weeping silently. He wanted to believe she wasn't dead but it wasn't possible. She was just so limp...
He wanted to bring her back but he didn't know how that was possible. Was it possible? He felt himself unsure of anything at the moment. Except, maybe, the fact that she was dead. He wondered what Peter would do once he found out about Susan's...death. Caspian didn't linger on the thought long; he couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. It didn't matter to him right now. He was too crushed.
Brushing his fingers across her cold lips, he wondered how on earth he was going to get through the night.
I would like to thank the many people who helped me with this story. Without you, this would never be possable.
-Luna