Continuation of previous.

Ending 1: They leave. (this is it.)

Ending 2: They don't.

Choose which one you want, or read both!

Aslan looked gravely at her, sorrow filling his eyes. "It cannot be, Daughter of Eve. You must return to your own world as nearly every other person to enter Narnia has."

She was glad of long hours spent in the library, back in the Golden Age. "But what of King Frank and Queen Helen?" Susan challenged. "They stayed. Why can't I?" She looked back at Caspian, standing so close and yet seeming so far away. But the cause was already lost.

"You are too old to remain, Queen Susan. You have known me here for a little in order to know me better there; there, I have another name. You must know me by it."

"Then why did they remain?"

"They came when Narnia was young and needed human rulers. And they came when they were older than you are now, Daughter of Eve. Your situations are different. You have had years in Narnia; now you must spread the joy of that in your own world. You are a force of good, Susan, if only you choose."

"But how can I spread joy - without being here?" Her throat ached with the knowledge of parting. "And Caspian - "

"Child, you must leave," said Aslan, still unutterably gently. "It is better thus - or else there would come a time when you knew that you would be happier having gone."

"Aslan." It was her last plea. "Please." She drew closer to Caspian as she spoke, but a gulf separated them - a world - even as he embraced her.

"Return with your siblings." It was an order, a command, yet she wanted nothing so much as to stand her ground and demand that she remain. After all that Narnia had given her, Susan longed to be given the gift of dying in Narnia - as she had countless times faced. Once it had been with fear: now she longed for it, and if there had been a dagger handy she might have used it in her last defiance.

But despite the love she held for Narnia, that for Aslan was greater still, now that her fears were conquered by his words. And because of that, Susan reluctantly went to stand with them, and marched slowly out of Narnia, forever.

And she did not give a parting glance to the king she had embraced.

The next time she kissed someone, she remembered that magical kiss, with the warm air of Narnia caressing her, Aslan's eyes filled with infinite kindness, and excitement, instead of blood, running in her veins like fire. Kisses in England were dead, dull, static, and in an attempt to reignite the fire she kissed more deeply and desperately every time.

It was still unexciting.

After Caspian, everyone else fell short, without fresh Narnian air to live on, Talking Animals to spark conversations, Aslan to look up to.

And maybe Caspian was the reason.

If she could not remain in Narnia with him, she would forget it.

She would.

I would've liked to make this longer but it didn't seem to want to be longer so I left it, figuring bloat was worse than shortness.

Can you see the underlying reason why she acted thus with Caspian here? It'll become more clear with the other alternate ending.

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I suspect that these three (the third still to come) could each be expanded into a good-length thing with a bit of work. And get better in the process. If you're interested - you know what to do! There's the review button down there!