A Secret Destroyed (Based on movie)
Chapter 1: Walks and bitter welcomes
Much was certain about their situation. War was upon them, change was inevitable and a new understanding of love was blossoming. The time of peace was behind them and a time of destruction stood in their way. It was a year of impatient waiting and unbearable boredom, for the Pevensie children. It wasn't until, the young Prince Caspian, summoned them back to Narnia; their true home. That they learned of the atrocities occurring in their absence. The pain and suffering endured by the Narnians; it was indeed a thousand years later, and the times were different. The magic had been vanished and forgotten. Nobody cared for the woods anymore, nor would anyone listen. The world of Narnia, was in chaos, as seen through the eyes of the Kings and Queens; Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. Only, with the help of a handsome prince and the existing Narnians, would they succeed in restoring the land that was once a magical place. Each one of them thought they were fighting for peace. It was only one of them, who knew they were fighting for love. A love that he knew was forbidden, but he couldn't help but steal the fruit that he so desired.
"Where is Caspian?" Susan asked, slightly interested, but not at all ambitious on finding him herself; she licked her arid full lips and lay stiffly on the grass with Lucy. Hiding her eyes with her forearm from the beaming sun. It was noon in Narnia, and much too hot to continue on foot. Every one was scattered about the land, but not far from one another. Chattering amongst them selves. Some were catching up on sleep, while others anxiously prepared themselves for battle. Peter lay on his stomach, sleeping carefully his hand never fully leaving his sword. Edmund was nowhere to be seen, as was Caspian. Susan propped herself up on her two elbows. The sun was blinding and burning her fare-freckled skin. She glazed around at everyone, trying to locate her brother and the Prince that she knew very little about. They were still nowhere to be seen.
"Where is Caspian?" Susan inquired again to Lucy; Lucy sighed and rolled over onto her back.
"I believe he's Edmund. At least, that's what I heard."
"From who?"
"Well, I heard they were taking a walk to the river to get cleaned up. But that's all I know. Why are you so concerned, anyway?"
"I'm not…I just don't – you know what? Never mind! I'll go look for them myself."
"Why Susan? It's much too hot, you'll be burnt to a crisp."
"If that's the worst that could happen, then I'll take my chances. Besides, I'm bored and you and Peter aren't much company."
"Alright, then."
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Susan asked hopefully, for she did not want to face Caspian alone.
"Just go, Susan."
"Ugh—fine!" Susan got up abruptly and dusted herself off with her free hand. While the other was pinning her hair back. "I wont be long." Lucy didn't respond, instead she rolled back onto her stomach.
Susan sighed and made her way to the thick of still trees. She began to think back to the first time she met Caspian. When he looked at her longer than the others. She was never much interested in boys her age; or boys in general, so she wasn't much of an expert when it came to liking them. However, it was quite clear to her, that Caspian fancied her. A rush on conviction flew through her when she thought of him looking at her. It was strange and unusual but the feeling was nice and foreign to her. She sub-consciously wondered now, how she looked. (Whether or not she was fit for a queen or not.) Frightened by her thoughts, she began straightening out her clothes and running her fingers over her face in search of any blemishes or bumps. Finally, she took her hair down and ran her fingers through. When she decided she was descent, she continued on foot.
"Silly…" She whispered to herself. "Silly…silly…foolish!" She said more audibly.
"What's silly?" Susan's eyes widened and she turned quickly on her heel, to face Edmund.
"Edmund! You nearly scared me half to death!"
"Well, lets hope it doesn't come to that!" Another familiar yet indefinite voice was heard in the clearing. Prince Caspian stepped forward. He was wearing the same cream cotton shirt and brown slacks. His hair was wet; evidently from swimming. And his face was as devastatingly beautiful as it was when she first met him.
"Why are you alone?" Edmund asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
Susan shrugged. "Lucy wouldn't come."
"Lucy would hardly be of any use if some one were to find you!"
"What are you talking about?"
"These are dangerous times, Susan. You can't go off wandering around the place. It's not safe, like it used to be."
"Thank-you for your concern, Edmund. But I can handle myself."
"Not against the Telmarine Men, who would out number you."
"How dare you!" Susan's fare skin was bursting with colour.
"He is quite right, Susan. You must take more precaution." Caspian's voice was much more welcoming than Edmund. He stared at her uncertainly, as if waiting for her to go off on him, next. The colour intensified, but she was blushing. Her body loosened and she smiled bitterly.
"Yes, I suppose you are right." Edmund scowled at Susan and Caspian and began to walk back to the camp. Susan and Caspian followed a little ways behind him. They walked in silence. Caspian found himself glancing over at Susan, more often than not. He felt a strange aching in his loins when he looked at her. He examined her soft porcelain skin that has been barely kissed by the sun. His eyes although begged to stay longer, briefly resided on her perfect breasts. He began to feel hot and bothered, and it wasn't the sun. Sweat dripped off his skin and he licked his lips while running a shaky hand through his wet hair. Susan noticed his perpetual staring and found she was too shaking slightly.
"See anything you like?" She questioned him, after the long, drawn out silence between him.
Caspian cleared his dry throat. "Pardon me?"
"I just thought I'd say something, before the silence drove me mad."
"Oh…" He laughed nervously. He searched franticly around his head for what to say next. But nothing seemed to jump out at him. Embarrassment flooded his face and he was now swarming with colour.
"Thank-you" Susan said unexpectedly.
He smiled. "For what?"
"For calling us back, of course."
"If I'd had known how beautiful the high queen was. I would have blown the horn sooner." He said in a velvety smooth hypnotizing voice. Susan couldn't help but tremble at the sound.
"Ha-ha, very funny." She said.
"It was no joke."
"It was rather corny, though."
"What is corny?"
"Oh…well it's when – well, it just seemed a little unoriginal."
Caspian's face lowered. "That's all I've got. I'm not very good at this, you know."
"I'm sorry…I guess I'm not either."
"So we're both horrible at speaking to one another?"
"Hey, at least we have something in common now!"
"What a relief…I thought I was never going warm up to you." He winked and nudged her arm gently. Susan blushed.
"What do you think is going to happen?"
Caspian looked serious, apparently understanding what she meant. "I don't know. I guess all we have is faith. I'm certain things will soon be the different."
"I hope so…"
"Although I do hope that something will stay the same." He said, almost as if he were speaking to himself.
"And what is that?" She raised a curious eyebrow.
"Nothing…it's nothing…not yet."
"Hmm…you're not going to tell me…"
"Now is not the time. Can you promise me something, your highness?"
Susan looked at Caspian, their eyes searching each other carefully. He stopped and put a cautious hand on her shoulder, and held her firmly; his intense brown eyes staring into her equally as intense blue eyes. Susan gulped and nodded.
"Don't go into the woods alone…"
"I wont." She answered almost immediately.
"Thank-you."
Caspian didn't speak to Susan again, for the time being. They continued to walk in silence back to the others. Susan felt a longing to walk with him forever. Caspian felt that if he were near her any longer that he might explode. Just the pure scent of her hair, sent him over the edge. As soon as they reached camp, Caspian became rather distant. He needed some time to think. The problem was, he could only think of Susan.