Caspian

Susan was scared, I could tell. But she didn't show it. Her hands were still and her posture was perfect, but I knew her well enough to know that she was too rigid, and her hands would twitch once in a while, showing her efforts to hide their trembling. My poor Susan.

I might die in this war, so might she. We were hugging goodbye now. I couldn't let go. I smelled her hair, which after all those days at sea smelled like salty breeze. I traced the lips I had kissed so many times and kissed them once more. It would never get boring.

I loved her so much. We had been through everything together. And she could be easily taken away from me, as fast as an enemy's arrow.

Then it was time to part. I kissed once more, this one was sweet and soft and full of longing. Like the one she gave when she left Narnia.

I went to one side of the battlefield, hiding my group in the forest. We waited for half an hour until we heard Peter yell: For Narnia!

I charged my troop behind me.

"For Narnia!"

The first monster I encountered was a fairy warrior. He wasn't like the fairies in Narnia; mischievous but ever-kind small winged people. No. This fairy was my size, with full-body armour and red skin with flame designs. He could shoot fire.

I fought him, ducking under his fire. I stabbed him and moved on to the next. This one was a black-bearded dwarf. I easily stabbed him, too. I heard a huge thud right behind me and I almost die of fright. I turned around to find the body of a troll, club in hand, and a red arrow on his back.

Susan. Like everything else, we would go through this together. I looked to her mountain in time to see her shoot an arrow. She was concentrated in shooting, in position and determined. My warrior queen.

I turned around and re-joined the fight, every once in a while, when things got too close, my enemy would fall with an arrow in his back. I looked and saw Edmund fighting three fairies.

I stabbed one and started fighting the other, allowing Edmund to kill the third. The fairy that I was fighting was one of the fire-spewing ones. It got me in the arm.

A burning sensation crawled from my fingertips to my shoulder. I dropped my sword from the pain. Luckily, Edmund killed the fairy I was battling, but I wondered why Susan hadn't shot it down.

I looked up at the mountain for her, but she wasn't there. I was worried so much I forgot about the pain.

I turned at look at the woods and caught a glimpse of red armour. I ran to her. I could see the bow strapped to her back and her long black hair flying after her.

I followed her to the castle.

I knew as long as I lived, nothing bad would happen to her.