A/N: Hello, and welcome to Victory Does Not Make Us Conquerors, a Narnian fanfic brought to you by yours truly.

I have wanted to write this for so long, and now, I finally have the time to do so.

This will be an adventure like no other – relations between love and war, battles between good and evil, and most of all: a fight between right and wrong. Expect old character to reappear, but also new, interesting ones to appear.

I won't spoil everything now, but I hope this story will capture you!

Have an enjoyable read!

"Susan, doll, wait!" the chestnut-haired man called after her as he ran through the front door, struggling to keep his trousers up as he ran down the stairs after her.

Susan Pevensie, walked down to the road with firm strides, the sound of heels echoing as she strode off in anger. She was not planning to hear the petty excuse of this man any longer.

"Doll, it's not what you think!" the young man called in a desperate attempt to get her to stop.

"I don't want to hear it, Charles!" Susan called back over her shoulder, determined to walk away, to never look back.

"Susan, please, let me explain!" Charles begged, now striding after her, a hand on her shoulder to make her turn. She spun around, throwing his hand off her.

"Do not touch me!" a set of icy blue eyes pierced him, and the man before her was stunned for only a moment, before sputtering out his explanation.

"She's only a friend, I swear! And… And she came for a visit, but... It's- You've been so busy lately with college and whatnot, I thought-" he said, running a hand through his hair in a feeble attempt to make up for what he had done with that girl.

"Oh, so you thought it was quite alright to cheat on me with her? My friend, even!" Susan spat back, furious with him, but still in a tone deserving of the title 'calm'. When Charles didn't further respond, his eyes shamed in regret, she raised her hand, brusquely finishing him off.

"We are done, Charles. I don't want to hear any more." Susan said with a last gaze at him, turned and left. She kept on walking down the street along the white picket fence. Traffic down the main road could be heard, the occasional honk from a cars horn interrupted the smooth purr of motors.

Charles, about to turn away, noticed ahead Betty Rose walk out of the house, her eyes planted to the ground ahead of her as she trotted away, straightening her flowery dress as she did.

His brows furrowed and turned back to Susan's trail. He was not going to let her go that easily: Striding after her, he caught her arm this time.

"Doll, wait-"

"Do NOT call me that!" she hissed at him as she tried to tear away from him. His grip, however, was too strong for her to pry away. She was taught in self-defence, both from martial arts and her two brothers, and even though she was tempted to kick her former beau in his holy jewels, she refrained herself from stooping so low.

"Let go of me!"

"Just, listen!"

"I said, we. Are. Done!" And with that, Susan kneed the man in his stomach, knocking the air out of his very being. Now tearing away from his less vice grip, she turned and ran.

Her escape came to a short stop however, when the bright sight of a car's hood and pommel startled her.

With a cry of surprise, her hands up in instinctive defence, she felt no pain - only heard the loud honk of the horn, which seemed to last forever, the sound etched itself into her head.

. . .

"You okay, Lucy?" Edmund asked his younger sister from his seat beside her in their cabin.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I've just got the worst case of headache…" Lucy said as she rubbed her temples. Her head had been pounding from the moment they had gotten on the train, but it was only just now that it had really started to bother her.

Peter, her oldest brother and the eldest of the Pevensie children, stood up and opened the door to the cabin.

"I'll get you some water, Lu," he told her with a kind smile before leaving down the hall to fetch something to drink.

"Thanks," Lucy returned his smile, before dropping her head back onto the window, watching mindlessly as the landscape outside passed them with incredible speed. She had a funny feeling in her stomach too, but she was assured it was only nerves before meeting their parents again.

After the war had ended, Susan and Edmund had left their cousin Eustace Scrubb and thanked their uncle and aunt for their hospitality. They had planned travel on to their parents, and reunite with Peter and Susan in America, and were now on the train ride back to the station where their parents would pick them up. Susan, doing evening classes, would meet them later for dinner. Peter had met them on the harbour when they had arrived by ship over the Atlantic. It had been a sweet reunion, and Peter had been very glad to hear of their return to Narnia during their stay at the Scrubb's – if not a little to very surprised that their rotten cousin had come with them. He was pleasantly surprised to hear that he had changed for the better after their adventures in Narnia, however.

"Don't worry, Lu. We'll be there soon enough," Edmund told her with a reassuring smile.

She rested her head on his shoulder.

"I can't wait to see the look on mum's face." Lucy said with a longing smile.

Closing his eyes to rest, Edmund couldn't agree more.

Edmund thought he fell asleep just then. It certainly felt like it - like being asleep. Lucy too, wondered on the fact if she had dosed off. Even Peter felt the same snoozing feeling, even though waiting in line in another wagon.

He heard a sudden screech of metal, followed by a ringing nose so strong it made him dizzy. Then, the feeling washed over him too: sleep. Feeling tired, so, so tired, he succumbed to the sleep that engulfed him.

A/N:

There it is, the first (vague) chapter of Victory Does Not Make Us Conquerors. It might have seemed hurried, but in time, all shall be revealed as to what happened, and what will happen.

Hope you will stay with this story for that long!

Until next we meet,

Dragon