Fire in love

spies

Susan led her horse into the forest. She was next to Caspian, with the ⅓ behind them.

"I say, let us go to the forest first. The one next to the village. We could them go down the Beaver's river," Susan said.

"Beaver's river?" Caspian asked. He had never heard of such river.

"It's a large river in the forest. I call it like that 1300 years ago, we meat Beavers who brought us to Aslan to confront the White Witch."

So they arrived in the forest. Each tree seemed to be wearing them. They moved their branches in front to try to stop them. Susan's horse (Balou) was jumping over the branches, or she was just going under. Susan put her hair up into a ponytail to get it out of her face. She smiled widely. Being on a horse and jumping around with it was fun. It made her remember the Old age. Every day she used to go on her horse and they would run in the forest and she would shoot arrows to practice. It was a fun feeling. She held on to her horses made and laughed a little.

She looked next to her. Caspian was just staring in front, his hair waving behind him. It made her smile. He seemed so serious it was making her laugh. She wasn't mocking him, just admiring him.

He looked over at her and smiled. She quickly looked back in front of her and smiled.

The journey was long. The night arrived faster than expected. They found a nice place to stay for the night. They had no tents, so they all slept close together to keep each other warm. Susan slept with Caspian, all curled up in his arms. He held on to her and kept her warm. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back.

"See you enjoy riding horses," he smiled at the memory of her smile and her hair behind her.

She laughed a little. She just smiled up at him, before coming closer to him. She laid her head on his chest and felt his calm heartbeat. She felt his touch on her shoulder, warming her, and cuddling her.

"I'm thankful I came back..." Susan whispered.

"I'm happy you did," Caspian kissed Susan's head and looked at the stars above them.

Everyone was quickly asleep. All except for Susan. She was still thinking about what had happened, and what the voices had said.

"In the daylight sun, they will swedge, but only one will fall off the edge..." she whispered to herself. What could that mean? She didn't remember much else. She started counting the stars.

"For all the kisses he laid on your head, and the way he rocked you to be, the way he made sure you were fed, doesn't mean he's not the reason you're now dead..." this words echoed in her head. Her head began to ack. She felt dizzy. She started realizing what the voice meant. Her father... he had killed her. But that didn't help her with who she would have to fight.

"The first man, with his young daughter, only one will rise, from above the water..." That's when she started to black out. She didn't feel anything anymore, just the soft sand again.

This time she stood up and ran. She ran across the beach, hoping to find something. But she didn't. Everything was always the same. The same vast ocean, same dead trees. Same harsh wind hitting her face. Same rocks. Same black sand. She just kept on running.

Her head was echoing with the same words: "only one will rise from above the water..." Those words scared her. She kept on running, never looking back.

Finally, after what seemed hours, she found the end. It was the sand making a turning point, with large black rocks standing on top. She sat down on them, exhausted. She couldn't breathe anymore. She just stared at the black sand covering her feet.