Susan

I felt his soft hair, and hugged his strong chest. He traced his soft fingers over my lips, leaving a soft trace of his warmth lingering on them. Then he kissed me, a long kiss, full of pain and sadness.

We separated and finally departed, going our separate ways.

I climbed the mountain and lined up my archers. Below, I could see Peter and his group stand still. On the other side of the battlefield, I saw the White Witch come forth on a chariot. Behind her were creatures of all sort, trolls, giants, dwarves, fairies, even elves. They were all slightly different from the Narnian version of each creature. The fairies were a lot bigger and devoid of wings. Some of them had patterns on their skin of ice or fire. The elves weren't green, but red, an evil colour. Even the dwarves looked scarier.

Peter charged.

"Archers to the ready!" I shouted. "Pick your target! Shoot!"

We shot a volley of arrows to the enemy, killing many of them.

Then the other groups appeared, surprising the Witch and her troops. It had been a truly good strategy.

I spotted a horse going upright with someone with a sword on top and a silky amount of brown hair. Caspian. He was doing fine, for now, simply battling a dwarf. I checked for Lucy, who was doing well, too. But then I saw Peter. He was down. I worried for nothing, though, for the next moment I saw Selene hiding him. I turned my attention back to Caspian.

He had just killed a fairy, but there was a troll behind him, about to crush him. My heart sped up and I sent my arrow flying. He turned around, clearly startled. He saw my arrow and looked up. It was incredible that after all those times we'd kissed, that my stomach still churned when he looked at me.

For the rest of the battle, I concentrated on Caspian, keeping enemies off him.

I saw a flash of gold in a faraway wood and recognized Devon, running away from the battle. She was going in the direction of the palace. I had to follow her; what could Devon be doing? I managed to get off the mountain without losing sight of her.

She disappeared into the castle as I got into the wood. I took one last look at Caspian and followed her.

I got inside the castle and walked to the throne room, looking out to check if there was anyone watching. I was almost the open door when I heard footsteps coming my way from the throne room. I ducked behind a statue and the steps seceded. A minute later, the steps were back, followed by another set.

I heard a loud laugh I barely recognized as Devon's and then a struggling gasp.

I had to cover my mouth to prevent screaming, because that gasp was Caspian's. I followed Devon, taking great care not to be seen. I managed to sneak into the throne room undetected. From another set of doors, the Witch came out.

"Look who I found in the wood." Devon said, smiling.

"Oh, you're not so mighty now, are you, little prince?"

"I am a King!" Caspian said in outrage. The Witch hit him in the side of the head with the bottom of her ice staff and he tumbled to the ground, unconscious. I came out from my hiding place, ready to defend Caspian.

"Oh, look who else is here." The Witch said with delight.

"Why, isn't this my competition?" Devon laughed.

"Why are you here, Devon?" I asked.

"Well, isn't it obvious? She is my mother."

I stared at her, horrified. How could I have not seen it before? Her hair matched the Witch, so did her cold attitude. And her eyes. I knew now where she'd gotten them.

"Yes, she is my daughter, the one defending the island. I might as well tell you everything, seeing as you're going to die, anyway. Devon brought you here, posing as a weak little girl. She brought me back to life! Only killing her would destroy me! And she is stronger than you think. She had her fun with Caspian, too, if I recall. Anyway, she slipped a vial of sleeping potion into your friend, John's, drink to make you come here. Now I will kill you, once and for all, and proceed to take over Narnia." The Witch said. I was terrified. I had to think of something fast.

The Witch took Caspian's sword.

"Pity; to die at the sword that belongs to who you love most."

She advanced towards me, sword in hand, taking her time.

"Any last words?" She asked. I had to try; it was desperate and hopeless, but I wouldn't die without trying.

"Devon, you are not your mother. You can be kind, I've seen it. You don't have to be like her…" Then the Witch's sword came flying at me and, giving up, I yelled my last word:

"Caspian!"

I heard a scream.

But it wasn't mine.

The White Witch looked shocked. Her mouth was open in surprise, but she was frozen in place. Then, it was as if little cracks were appearing all over her. All at once, those cracks broke open and she exploded in a shower of ice.

I heard a soft whimper and looked down at the dying face of a beautiful girl.

Devon had a red hole just below her heart. Her mother had punctured a lung. I knew she would be gone.

"Devon, that was so brave." I told her, kneeling beside her.

She shook her head weakly.

"I was a coward, Susan." She coughed and a red stain appeared on my armour. "I wasn't brave. Thank you for showing me what bravery means."

"Devon, you are nothing like your mother. You saved us all." I told her.

She gasped, trying to get air.

"Tell Caspian- tell him I'm so sorry." A teardrop fell down her cheek and the life left her eyes.

I moved the hair away from her face, which even in death, was beautiful. She merely looked asleep when I closed her eyes, a lot more peaceful than with her eyes open.