hello fanfiction world, yes it me, i am, in fact alive! and horribly horrible sorry for the looooong wait *pouts* but things have been ridiculous. I am also somewhat sad to announce that this will be the last chapter of this story file! It has been a long journey and thank you so, so much to everyone who has taken the time to review, favorite, and alert this story. YOU GUYS ROCK AND I LOVE YOU ALL! i am sorry if it is an abrupt ending, i am a tad rusty but i really really hope that it is a suffices as an ending. Thank you all so much and obsessedchick13, i have a feeling you will like this chapter. This one's for you XD! i hope it lives up to all of your expectations. And i have a little surprise for you all too...

The first thing Lucy noticed when she came to was that whoever had tied her hands, must have been either very dimwitted or in a very big hurry.

For one thing, the knot was tied in a bow. And for another thing, it was not even double knotted, and the rope was frayed in several places. Most certainly not suitable binding for a queen of Narnia.

And the second thing she noticed, was the battle sounds. Very, very close battle sounds. She could smell the blood. Just a few more feet and she would Screaming and pounding, shrieking and clanking. The sound of the murderers, and of the murdered. Unpleasant sounds. Evil sounds. Sounds she knew her brothers were smack in the middle of. Sounds she knew would be coming from her family if she and Susan did not do anything. Where was Susan, anyway? she wondered to herself quietly as the horse she was tied to galloped on, blindly following what was obviously the horse of King Kasim. How she hated that man.

"Pssst. Lu. Lucy."

The Valiant Queen did her best to twist around in her awkward position strapped-rather poorly- to the saddle of a horse- but would recognize the voice of her sister anywhere.

"Susan, are you alright?" she whispered back urgently.

"I'm fine. You?"

" Can you see anything?" she asked, as her view was being blocked by Lucy's horse. With quite a bit of shuffling Lucy was able to twist around and peer around one of her captor's heads.

"Yes. We are almost there. It looks like the battle grounds are surrounded by trees; the edge is only a few meters away! Oh god!" she murmured as the mangled face of a Narnian flashed through the bushes up ahead.

"What is it?" Susan asked in a whisper and Lucy gulped. "Nothing... What are they doing? Running into battle blindly hoping the boys will surrender if they see that they have us hostage?"

Susan humphed. "I suppose so. Men are such idiots!"

"Did you hear that?" one of the dimwitted soldiers asked and the girls bit their lips. The horses were hiding in the shadows of the trees on the outskirts of the battle now.

"Yes. It is the sound of a Telmarine victory." Kasim declared proudly and Susan and Lucy rolled their eyes.

The king and the soldiers disolved into conversation about the best plan while Susan managed to nudge the horse with her foot and get it to saddle up next to Lucy's so the sister's heads were close together.

"What's the plan?"

"Well," Susan reasoned, "if we take the horses and run they will certainly catch up to us, and we don't have any weapons to fight our way out..."

"Wait! I've got my dagger!"

"Great...can you reach that saddle bag? Perhaps there is a sword in it?"

"Hey! Did you hear that my liege? It sounded like talking..."

"Oh shut up you old goat and let me think!"

"Uhh sir?"

"Quiet!"

"Sir?"

"What is it you nincompoop?"

"Umm, i do not think this is such a good idea..."

"And why ever not?"

"Umm, because I think our prisoners have escaped..."

"WHAT?"

Kasim whipped around to find the two horses that had just moments ago been holding the queens of Narnia, which were now completely rider less. After quite a little tantrum with a fair share of cursing and screaming, the king choked out."Find them you fools! This plan is nothing without them!NOW"

Quickly, the soldiers scrambled about in the nearby trees, parting bushes and searching undergrowth with crossbows at the ready and sword's drawn.

''Where are you?" the ill tempered king shouted, unknowingly backing right out of the cover of the trees and right into the battle field.

Stab

Slice

Twist

Jab

Smite

Pummel

Poke

Cut

Jab

Stab

Kill

Jump

Slice

Smash…

Every battle move, every jab, twist, cut, maneuver and every motion he had ever performed with a blade in hand had all come together and were working as one within Caspian. He thought of nothing, nothing but that horrible bastard boy and his horrible father who had planned the assassination of Caspian the IX, Caspian's father. He saw that boy's smug little face in every man Telmarine he killed. Every scream of every man was Caspian's to cherish because no matter the man, the voice was that of either that twisted child-killing, father murdering dictator or his wife molesting, brother taunting, whiny little beast of a son.

His body was on auto pilot. His body was twisting through the air at incredible speeds, his arm slashing down through the throat of an unsuspecting man as a panther like yowl crawled out of his own throat. Before his feet even had the chance to touch the ground again, he was pulling his sword through the rusty chain mail of another Telmarine, but the more he slashed and killed, the more his muscles ached for more. He could kill a thousand Telmarines, but each kill would be wasted because the only life Caspian wanted to take, was hiding from him like a child behind his mother's skirts.

The furry was burning so fantastically within him Caspian did not even recognize his own name being yelled by his brothers whom were fighting for their lives only meters away as they shouted orders and warning and insults to one another while never missing a step in cutting down the enemy. Side by side fought Edmund and Peter like all of Aslan's country to defend the honor of their sister and the lost life of their brother's father. Side by side they yelled and sweated, slashed and smite, for their country, for their sisters, for their brothers, for themselves.

Because in a battle like this, when the odds are ten to one and everyone in your army is willing to die trying, fighting for what you love is the only way to stay alive.

When the enemy pushes forward in never ending waves of angry hatred, and men on all sides of you are doing everything they can to stay alive and dodge the blades of six or seven blades at once, the only way to keep yourself from running for the hills is to picture your family in every ally you see. It certainly hurts to let an ally die and each loss of a member of your army hurts, and as a king you will do everything in your power to save them, but at the same time you accept that sometimes it is just too late. But when you see your sister's face in an archer being dragged to the ground, there are no options. How can you run, how can you turn away when someone with your sister's face is on the brink of a most painful death. How can you accept defeat when every falling centaur gasping for one final goodbye shares the smile of your brother. How can you be coward, how can you not win, when all you see around you is your family dying over and over again? When each Telmarine soldier is hacking at men who all seem to share the face of your family, how can each swing of the blade not be an extremely personal offense?

And the Kings of Narnia took it personally indeed, cutting down enemy soldiers left and right, slamming some into the ground and completely blind siding others before sending them meet their maker, often screaming "Stay away from my brother you pig," or, if you are Caspian, "Not my wife you bastard!". (It is to be noted many of the Telmarines who died that day were quite confused at the time of their deaths).

But no matter how many were killed, more and more kept coming in waves from every direction until at least four of five Telmarines were taking on one Narnian at a time. "Stay together! Hold your ranks!" the kings of Narnia yelled between dodging blades and hurling random swords from the ground and sometimes pushing off of other men to lunge more forcefully at soldiers.

Caspian whipped his head back and forth repeatedly, scanning the thousands of men for the only two that mattered:Kasim and Tristan.

"Caspian!" the king whipped around and barely had to time to block his face with his blade before the weight of two or three men bore down on his left arm. He let out an angry yowl and before he knew it, his brother's were at his side and the men were laying limp on top of him, there swords piercing either side of him.

"Watch yourself Caspian!" Edmund and Peter exclaimed before charging back into the mass of squirming bodies and clanking swords.

Pushing the dead bodies off of himself, he turned one last time to check over his shoulde and that is when he saw him, not fifteen meters away, hiding behind a jagged rock and holding his sword shakily out in front of him. The boy who had slipped poison into his drink and tried to seduce his wife. With blood boiling like fire in his veins, Caspian leapt over soldier and sword like one possessed and suddenly found himself standing before the cowardly prince who had been the cause of so much pain the last few months.

Tristan's eyes locked on the boots that had suddenly landed in front of his safe little hiding space and let his eyes slowly travel up the body until he found himself staring into the eyes of the enraged king. "Uh oh."

"Get up!" he growled, pointing his sword at the throat of the traitor.

"Uh, no thanks."

"STAND UP AND FIGHT YOU COWARD!'

Scrambling up from the ground and grabbing to untangle his sword from the scabbard, "Okay, okay I'm up!"

"You filthy little coward. How dare you. How dare you cower behind a rock and watch as your own people die for what you started. How dare you claim the crown. How dare you stand before your people and call them your king, you vomitous mass! How do you live with yourself, pig!"

Pulling himself up to his full height-about a foot and a half shorter than Caspian-"It gets easier with practice..."

"You little beast!" Caspian yowled as he advanced and pressed his blade against the boy's. "Give me one reason why I should not smite you through the heart without a proper fight right now!"

The prince's trembling lips quirked up into a smug smile. "Because my father has your wife." he smirked.

Caspian hesitated a moment. "You are lying."

Snorted, " My father left days ago. Your child queen and that beautiful'- the way he drug out the word made Caspian's toes curl-"little minx of yours left before dawn for a ride. My father was waiting for them. He was going to just attack your castle and steal them away, but your wife played straight into our trap. She will be mine by midnight."

"YOU DO NOT TOUCH HER YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Caspian's hand began to tremble, and Tristan's voice grew louder and louder. "I am going to kill you Caspian-"

"Try. I implore you."

"Oh but do not worry. After those two pathetic excuses for kings and the silly little child queen are disposed of, I will take good care of your wife. She will worship the ground I walk on,"

"Oh hell,'" Caspian muttered.

"-give me a few strapping young lads, maybe a daughter or two-"

Caspian's sword flashed and blood began to drip down Tristan's face. Shrieked, "Do not speak of her like that!"

"-I will give her more than you could have hoped to, you pathetic little man."

Flash. More blood. "She loves me, and that will always be enough!" Caspian cried.

Tristan paused and looked at him. Before digging up some new-found courage (or stupidity) and grabbed the flat of Caspian's sword, blood gushing down his face. The prince got no more than an inch from the King's face. "I will remember that when I am in bed with your wife."

Alarmed by the shriek of absolute furry that rang through the air, Narnian and Telmarine alike paused, swords raised and poised to kill, and dozens of heads turned towards King Caspian, The Telmarine who Saved Narnia, who was quivering and cursing, covered in various scratches and bruises, standing over the decapitated head of the Prince of Telmar. Peter and Edmund stopped completely, both breathing hard and staring at the dead body of Prince Tristan and the rigid form of a bloody Caspian standing victoriously over the body, still repeated the glorious moment when the life of the arrogant boy became his to take-Caspian enjoyed it far more than was healthy.

Both three kings were broken out of their reveries as a very loud, very feminine, very Lucy-like shriek split the air. "CASPIAN! LOOK OUT!"

Caspian had scarcely began to turn when the sickening sound of blood gurgling in the throat of a dying man reached his ears and he slowly turned around to see the frozen face of King Kasim of Telmar, sword still raised, staring blankly into Caspian's eyes with an oh so familiar red arrow jutting out of this throat. Caspian gasped and before he could even begin processing that the leaders of the enemy had both been murdered within about sixty seconds of each other, he found himself smashing his lips into Susan's and gathering her up in his arms, clinging to fact that she was alright, that she was there, with him, and that Tristan would never bother her again. Eventually the two had to break apart. "Thank Aslan you are alright! I was so worried about you, do not every go off without telling me again! Oh gods I love you so much!" he huffed as he pulled her to him again, totally unaware of the retreated enemy. And amidst the thundering cheers, clanking of swords, and retreating of a long feared enemy, Caspian, Susan, Peter, Edmund and Lucy stand amongst friends, ready to start the beginnng of forever.

Four Months Later

Susan was sprinting down the halls of Cair Paravel, hair flying out behind her, cheeks flushed, and enormous grin plastered across her face. Her heart was beating a million times per minute, her entire body was tingling and every nerve in her body seemed to be buzzing as she rushed in and out of the council room, her and Caspian's bedroom, the dining hall, Caspian's study, and the council room in frantic search for her husband. Never in her life had she been so excited, like her body could not even contain her excitement and the real Susan was somewhere up above floating in the air happily while her body wandered around aimlessly in a hazy stupor. No matter how fast she ran, it would never be fast enough and her brain was running out of ideas.

"Good morning your majesty!Care for some fresh squeezed lemonade?"

"Oh no thank you Marietta dear!" she huffed as she ran past the servant before stopping at the end of the hall.

"Oh, wait! Have you seen King Caspian? I MUST speak to him immediately, it is very important!" she yelled ecstatically. Marietta looked concerned.

"Is everything alright my Queen? Would you like me to find King Peter or Edmund? Or Queen Lucy perhaps?"

"No, no, no, no dear! I must speak to him right now!"

"I believe he is in the professor's library, last time I saw." the servant responded and Susan's face light up as she thanked the woman and continued her sprint down the corridors.

Half an hour and one very unproductive trip to the library later, Susan was pouting in the main corridor after being instructed by the kind professor that Caspian was on his way to the council room. Apparently, she had not missed him by ten minutes. Once again, the queen continued her wild goose chase through the halls until finallly coming to the hallway leading to the large oval council room.

"...I assure you lord Ravorlis, it is top priority and shall be dealt with immediately...Susan! Good morning darling, I feel like I have not seen you in hours!" Caspian exclaimed, his face lighting up as he spotted his beatiful wife at the end of the halls.

Susan squealed in delight upon seeing the very man she had been so desperately searching for all morning and lifted her skirts before rushing down the hallway and grinning massively as she threw herself into her husbands arms and covered his face in kisses. "I love you I love you I love!" she said between kisses. Caspian chuckled. "I love you too! Why such enthusiasm?"

She smiled massively and squealed to herself. "I have something to tell you." she said excitedly to her grinning husband. "Okay. I am listening."

"I'm pregnant!"

*squeals excitedly* I can't believe it's over! I hope that it is not too horrible and that you don't all hate me for leaving you with a cliffhanger! Ok and so now that this story is over, I am thinking about starting another multi chapter Au Pevensies don't leave fic. And i PROMISE that i will continue Susan and Caspian's story with the baby someday but i feel like i need a break from this for a while. please please please review!final thoughts, opionions on what i should write next. I cannot believe this is over and once again, you guys are the best! i would have never finished without you and thank you so much! look for a new story or sequel or somethig!