Back again! I was so happy with the outcome for the last chapter. To those of you who have stuck by me through every twist and turn of this story, I would just like to thank you so very much. I guess it's just a bit hard to try and rewrite someone else's writings rather than coming up with something yourself, so thank you all so much!
A quick note before I reply to the reviews and then you can read: My school starts up again on August 25, so at that time my updates will most likely slow down to two weeks in between updates instead of one because how it is now I barely have enough time to write for both of my stories, so when school starts again my time will be cut even shorter. I'm sorry for that, but either I update less when school starts or I cut my social time down to 0, and my mom is already on my case for that so I can't. I would continue with infinite excuses, but I don't think you wanna hear all that so I'll let you read.
Skyeward MusicLover: Thanks so much! Don't worry, this story will continue until it's done.
Rachel Kate Doxey: Thanks! Honestly, I agree. I have been waiting to get them together for what seems like ever!
KD: Thanks!
Trapped In Narnia: 1) I figured that the dufflepuds wouldn't be getting close enough to disarm them; 2) Because Susan stopped carrying her journal after the storm stopped, as the need for it was no longer there; 3) I didn't mean to make it seem that way, but like I said last chapter I'm really trying to get to Romandu's Island, so if it appears to be a bit rushed then I apologize, it isn't meant to.
Disclaimer: It's totally mine! In an alternate reality, at least…
Susan walked down the aisle slowly, a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Her dress was pure white, decorated in small diamonds on the bodice. The train was a yard long, as was Narnian tradition, and the front of her veil covered her face as the back went down nearly as long as the train.
Her hair was done in a complex hairdo in which it had three braids put in it before those braids had been braided with each other and put in a bun atop her head and held there by a beautiful tiara with diamonds in it. She looked and felt beautiful.
An orchestra of fauns played the traditional Narnian Wedding March as she walked down the aisle gracefully. She was almost halfway down when she finally saw the person whom she was marrying, and she couldn't have felt happier. At the end of the aisle was Caspian.
A huge smile tugged itself onto her face. Next to Caspian stood Peter, who seemed to be the best man, and Edmund, who seemed to be a groomsman. On the other side of the alter stood Lucy, wearing a deep blue dress with the same sort of flowers Susan was carrying- white lilies. She was smiling as well.
In the very middle, in all his majestic glory, stood Aslan. He smiled at Susan proudly, and Susan couldn't help but smile back. She felt the most blissful she ever had before. she looked around her and saw that all of her old friends from the Golden Age were there too.
In the front row of pews were Mister and Missus Beaver along with Oreius at the end, Tumnus was in the orchestra, and several of the others that she had known. In the second row of pews were her friends from present time. Reepicheep was standing to see over the first row, along with all of the crew from the Dawn Treader and even the creatures that they had lost in the war with Miraz.
Susan finally reached the end of the aisle, and the orchestra stopped.
Aslan started speaking then, but Susan couldn't hear the words. She was looking into Caspian's eyes the entire time. Eventually it was time for the vows, and Susan found that she was saying something, though she didn't know what. She was saying it mechanically.
She zoned back in again when she heard her name. "Do you, Susan Pevensie, take King Caspian X of Narnia to be your lawfully wedded husband," Aslan was saying. "To have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health?" "I do," said Susan. And she meant it.
"And do you, King Caspian X of Narnia, take Susan Pevensie to be your lawfully wedded wife," said Aslan. "To have and to hold, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health?" "I do," said Caspian. Susan smiled. "You may kiss the bride," said Aslan. Susan leaned forward just as Caspian did so. Their lips were a breath apart.
Suddenly the scene changed. Susan was in her aunt's house, back in her bedroom and in her regular clothes. "I'm sorry Susan," said Aslan's voice from behind her. She spun around to face him. "You were no longer needed in Narnia. You have grown too old for it- you can never go back."
Susan bolted up in bed. "No!" she screamed. She was breathing heavily. It was just a dream, she thought. It was only a dream. But it hadn't felt like a dream; Susan had never experienced a dream so vivid in her whole life. And this one was the worst nightmare she had ever had.
She got out of the bed slowly, slipping on her night shoes. She needed a walk, she decided. She would go on deck. As she got up, she didn't notice the green mist at her ankles that was moving on to Lucy's side of the bed and creeping up into her sheets.
Susan walked on deck. It was still storming, and she was quickly soaked, though she barely noticed. Her mind was preoccupied. She thought about what would happen if something happened that made it to where her nightmare would come true. What if she would never be able to come back again?
She shook her head. There was no way that would ever happen, was there? Aslan wouldn't do that to her. He would never simply desert her because she was too old. She still believed in him. He would never desert her for no reason. Lucy herself would tell Susan that.
Satisfied, Susan went back to her room where she quickly got changed and laid back down in bed. It must have been the mist that gave me that nightmare, she thought as she drifted off to sleep again.
Meanwhile, in the boy's room, Peter was being tested as well.
He was standing in an abyss of black- there was no floor or ceiling or walls that he could see. He couldn't see what he was standing on, he only saw himself. Suddenly a very familiar voice filled the air around him. It was his mother's voice.
"Peter," she said. "You haven't protected your siblings as I told you to when you went to the Professor's house. You allowed them to go to a magical land that you knew nothing about. You allowed them to fight in a war that almost killed Edmund. Then you allowed them to stay in that land for fifteen more years, growing up without their mother and fighting in more wars that almost killed them. You allowed Susan to almost get hurt by a horrible prince while you were risking your life somewhere else.
"Then after you all finally came back, you all went back again! This time, you allowed Susan to fall in love with someone you knew very well she couldn't be with. You again risked you and your sibling's lives. You stood by and did nothing as Susan was hurt when you all had to come home. You allowed her to live every day without the person you did nothing to stop her from falling in love with.
"Now you all have come back and she has met that man and fallen in love with him again, she and your other siblings have been kidnapped along with you, your youngest sister was kidnapped again while the rest of you were asleep and forced to go into an invisible mansion that, again, you know nothing about, and now you are all risking your lives again so that you can brave a storm to follow some blue star that nobody is even sure will lead you anywhere you want to go so that you can play the hero!
"I told you to take care of your siblings Peter! I told you to keep them all safe! Not a single one of you have been not in danger since that point! You could have saved all of your siblings at any point in time by just coming back home, but you had to play the hero and because of it your siblings are constantly getting hurt!"
Peter wanted to talk back, to tell her that she was wrong and that it wasn't his fault, and that he had tried to protect them as best he could, but he found that he was unable to control his words at all. But it didn't matter anyway, because soon another voice filled the air.
"You have been a bad king Peter," said Aslan. "You lost your faith in me in the months that you were last gone. You almost allowed Susan to do the same. Do you need to be here to have faith? Do you need to see to believe? Did your fifteen years as High King teach you nothing?
"You should have been the leader of your siblings, but instead you went back to the Professor's house to get away from them and to stop thinking about Narnia. You did nothing to help your sister when she was stripped of her personality and turned into an adult much too early, almost losing her belief in Narnia.
"How can you call yourself a king and a leader of a country when you cannot even take care of your own siblings? When you cannot eve take care of yourself?"
Peter desperately tried to get his mouth to move. He wanted to tell Aslan that he had tried to help Susan, and that he had only gone to the Professor's because he was trying to find a way back to Narnia for his siblings, and that he had done everything in his power to keep his faith even when the times were tough. But he could not get the words out.
Peter's eyes flew open suddenly when he realized that somebody was shaking his arm. He bolted upright, sitting up. He looked around his room; everyone was there and awake. "The Mist..?" he asked, his question trailing off and hanging in the air. Lucy nodded; her eyes were wide.
Peter looked more keenly at his surroundings. Edmund was sitting up in his bed as well, Lucy was standing next to Peter (obviously she was the one who had shaken him awake), Caspian was sitting up in his bed, his legs hanging over the side, and Susan was sitting next to him. All of them were looking at Peter.
"Alright," said Peter. "Well, we need to check on the crew. We have to get to the Blue Star as soon as possible." Peter looked out his window. The sun was just rising, and the sky was a light purple. It seemed that the storm had gone when the Mist had come. He stood up.
"The storm is gone," he said. "Let's see what Drinian has to say about getting where we need to be."
Twenty minutes later, the crew was all awake and working. The royals and Drinian were at the front of the boat. They had found the Blue Star straight ahead of them, and had been following it due West. "I believe it will be about a week's journey more until we reach it, my king," said Drinian.
The others nodded in agreement and braced themselves for whatever they would find when they reached their target.
Yay! Semi-cliffhanger! I hope you all like this chapter. This one was really more of a filler chapter. I believe that some of you will be happy to know, however, that Romandu's Island is up next! I can't wait! Make sure to review for me and tell me what you all think. Let me know if you have any suggestions for next chapter!
-CahillGirl2001