Two words: Another Cliffhanger.

I'm sorry guys, but I can't help it. Hopefully I won't wake up with a tube down my throat, but who knows what you all are capable of. Still, enjoy the fast updates!!

-iMe

Disclaimer: Psh, you just want me to skip this so that you can call the police and have me arrested for the outrageous number of cliffhangers you receive. Not a chance you evil minions, not a chance. I don't own Narnia.

Peter looked up, Edmund looked up, and Caspian looked up. All at the same time, their eyes latched onto the figure falling from the sky, like an angel with no wings that was falling from Heaven. They recognized the flowing, white dress underneath the chain-mail gown, the way the angel's hair was dark chocolate and swirling around like a breeze itself. Even in death, the angel would appear beautiful.

"SUSAN!" Caspian's voice, shrill and loud, cut through every ear around him. His sword fell to the dirt beneath his feet, which were running by now, as he sprinted past Leona, who called to him with no avail. Peter's eyes were wide, and he stood still, waiting for the tidal wave of loss to drag him away. Edmund was by his side in an instant, stumbling around and choking back a sob. Peter grasped at his brother, holding him tightly as though he too were being pulled to the earth.

Caspian shoved a soldier to the ground as he relentlessly struggled to get to Susan as she fell. An image moved through his mind like a movie; he raced ahead and caught Susan before she had a chance to get hurt by impact, and earned her love for eternity. It was only a lover's fantasy, but it was the determination that spurred it, and he channeled the passion into his legs as he ran.

"P-Peter…" Edmund choked out, and it seemed like the rest of the armies, perhaps the entire world, was watching as Queen Susan fell faster and faster towards the blood-stained grass.

…..

Lucy never had free time as a nurse. She quickly adapted to her role as the savior to many, running from bed to bed and dripping one drop of life into dying mouths. It brought on quick pangs of joy to her heart, seeing the thankful eyes look into her own, but a moment later, she'd be gone, off to another bedside to save another life.

She did this professionally, without feeling almost. She was Lucy though, and Lucy always gave everyone her purest friendship, and with every life she saved, she had made another friend.

But that all stopped, along with her heart, when Susan was carried in. Caspian was carrying her with wet cheeks and stumbling limbs. A dwarf pushed her way past Lucy, who's mouth flew open at the sight of her sister. Caspian staggered into the How, his lips trembling. The dwarves ushered him in, gathering him over to a free bed and instructing him to lay Susan there. Lucy couldn't hear what they were saying; she was trying to find her heartbeat.

"Lucy? Lucy…Lucy! LUCY!" Her head snapped up at her name, circling around to find whoever was calling her. One of the dwarves was pulling on her hand towards the bed where Susan lay. As Lucy was tugged over, another anguished cry arose the nurses; Susan was bleeding from the chest.

"She's probably internally bleeding. Perhaps another arrow hit her as she fell." Someone near Lucy said. She swallowed the vomit that crept up her throat, blinking away salty tears and rushing to her sister's side.

Hastily, she uncorked the vial and tipped it towards Susan's mouth, thanking Aslan above for the concoction.

She waited for the red liquid to drip. Than she waited some more, and than some more, than she began to shake the vial for the liquid to come out. No red juice was appearing, and Lucy began to cry slightly. A nurse pried the vial from her hands and peered into it eagerly. A moment later, she looked around sadly at the others and shook her head.

Caspian surprised them all by taking the dwarf's shoulder and shaking her. Lucy could tell he was shouting something, but she couldn't hear it over the ringing in her ears. She found herself slipping down and felt the cold stone beneath her hands. She didn't remember falling down. She couldn't…see, or hear…she could smell the blood around her, the metallic scent forcing itself into her lungs, but she couldn't see the ruby-red substance itself, or hear the cries of those who brandished it. Where was she again?

…..

Peter called a retreat. Technically, a full-army respite, but Edmund was only aware of the soldiers pulling him in a wave back towards the How. Peter was at his side, unblinking. He groped around, trying to find his way back on his own.

Eventually, he was pushed into the How, and a moment later, someone had placed a small red-head girl in his arms, and she kept crying his name. He tried to find his focus on the girl, but he kept hearing her voice instead.

"Edmund!" He heard it from the girl, her name on the tip of his tongue.

"Edmund!" He shook his head, trying to clear away the confusion and the voices, trying to focus on the girl's.

"Edmund."

"Lucy." He fell to the ground with Lucy in his arms, sobbing into her shoulder. He felt Peter stumble past him, tripping on his brother and sister as he surged through the crowd towards Susan's bed.

He collapsed onto Susan's body, heaving out sob after sob, the tears soaking the sheets. The dwarves tried prying him off, but he struck them away. Caspian sat numbly on the other side, staring at Susan's opened eyes. Open, but un-seeing. They were icy-blue, cold and empty like a block of ice.

"Peter." Peter heard his name, but didn't turn away from Susan's face.

"Peter, look at me." No. He didn't recognize any voice, let alone the one that was talking to him. He tried only to focus on his sister. His lovely sister. His lovely, dead sister.

"Peter, look at me." He felt the mane brush against his hip as he finally willed himself to look at the lion beside him.

Aslan looked at him sadly, with heartbreaking eyes as he kept his gaze on Peter, locking the King in a surveying stare. Peter trembled as he felt the pressure build onto his shoulders. Aslan gently pushed him away from Susan's bed, and Peter collapsed onto Edmund and Lucy, encircling the two of them in a hug. Aslan glanced back at them, than towards Caspian, who refused to meet his eyes.

"Susan, it's time to wake up." Aslan whispered in her ear, before giving her one lick on the cheek. A ripple went through the air, and everything was calm.

"Whassgoinon?" Susan blinked, a very sleepy expression coming onto her features as she looked from Caspian to Aslan. A joyful light sparked into her eyes.

"Aslan!" She cried, flinging her arms around the mighty lion, who chuckled and nestled his great head into her embrace.

"Welcome back, Daughter of Eve. You had quite the fall." He replied, and Susan's eyes widened as she looked down at her body, searching for bruises or any sign of personal injury.

"Am I alright?" She asked Aslan, who smiled and nodded. Susan laughed in surprise, before it turned into a choking sound as Peter flew onto her again. She began wheezing as her older brother grasped her, kissing her forehead and sobbing all over her.

"Peeta! G-get off…G-get off me!" She cried, trying to push him off. Peter somehow released her, and sobbed as Edmund and Lucy joined the bone-crushing hug. The moment echoed off the walls as a piece of joy in the midst of a hazy, dangerous fog that came in the form of the Telmarine army. Caspian slipped away, letting the family have their moments together. Aslan was somehow pulled into the hug as Lucy began crying all over him as well.

"Aslan! I-I've used up all my Fire flower juice!" She cried out randomly, and Aslan chuckled again.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and Lucy squealed as her vial was refilled.

…..

"Caspian?" He turned at the mention of his name, finding Susan standing in her white dress behind him. She wasn't smiling, but he could tell that she wasn't unhappy.

The two stood facing each other, taking in their appearances. Caspian was dirt-covered, with blood on his hands and face. Susan was pale, shaking slightly in the cold. Than they collapsed.

Their arms were around each other in an instant, holding the other so tightly to them so they'd never get away again. Caspian's face was buried in Susan's hair and Susan's cheeks were pressed into his chest.

"You never said hello." She choked, feeling the tears run down her cheeks as she pulled slightly away from him. Caspian smiled down at her and nodded.

"I thought I'd let you regroup with your brothers and sister." He replied, and Susan gave him a grateful smile, pulling herself back into his arms.

"Can you just…stay here, for a while? And just hold me?" She asked tenderly, and Caspian closed his eyes and sighed his answer. Yes…yes he could.

…..

Peter was waiting in the How for the return of Caspian and Susan, with Edmund and Lucy at his side. Aslan stood off to the side a bit, observing the Kings and Queen of old.

"Aslan?" Lucy asked, stepping closer. The lion looked up with expectant eyes, smiling at the youngest Pevensie. To his surprise, she did not return it.

"What is it, dear one?" He asked her, and Lucy cocked her head, leaning closer to his face, peering at his eyes. Aslan waited as Lucy gently touched his mane and regarded him.

"Since when are your eyes black?" She suddenly asked. "The only person I know with such black eyes is the…White…Witch." Her voice faded as it dawned on her. Aslan continued to look at the young girl, and Peter and Edmund turned at the strange silence. What they saw horrified them.

Within moments, Aslan's form began growing and splitting, the golden fur evaporating into a bright gown of icy-blue fabric. His mane thinned out into bleached, white hair that fell down his newly pale back. The face appeared, and Peter gasped.

"The Witch…" He breathed, and Edmund caught him as he fell backwards. Jadis gave them a cruel smirk as she stepped forward from her shedding.

"Hello, Little King. Long time, no see."