the trap is set

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

Susan's grip tightned again and she stepped back. Her skin trembled slightly as chills surged through her body. What was he playing at?

"My sister." She demanded to know and she would not let him drive her off subject. "Where is she? I will not ask much longer."

[Cotnar]

"Speak with you?" The monster snorted with laughter, "Why on this pathetic earth would I want to speak with you? But you will step down, this is not your battle but a battle between your Susan and the new king. So run, fight, try to protect her, but I will always come to force you down. And each time I do you will be closer, close enough to see her and hear all she has to say. It will only be worse for you." The tiger dropped into his hunting crouch ready to spring once more, "But if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll have."

[Lamont]

"Is that all this comes down to is it?" Lamont responded to her stepping back by moving even closer, "All joy in Narnia truly dose revolve around her. Are you certain this journey has nothing to do with your brother or your Caspian. I would worry about them much more than I would little Lucy." Now he stood at her side, close enough to brush her hair away from her face. He sheathed his sword before using one arm to push aside her bow and the other to do simply this. He put his face close enough to her ear for her to feel his breath as he whispered, "Because this has nothing to do with Lucy, it's about you."

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

Susan tried to step back again, though she more actualy scrambled to move, but a thick tree stood between her and escape. Her hair stood on end, but she did not dare turn her back on him in hops of running. He was too close to her now, she wouldn't be able to use her bow properly like this, her arms couldn't stretch like they needed. She quickly took note of where the knife Caspian had given her and prayed that somehow he didn't know about it. She dropped her bow in hopes of ensuring her hands were free and giving him a small sence of her being defenceless.

"me?" she asked, "What could I possibly give you?"

[Lamont]

The boy took hold of one her hands as his free one toyed with the stray strands of hair by her face. He looked her over, pleased by what he saw. "Of course you. I can see it in his eyes every time he sees you. You haven't worked hard to ensure you are his woman." He let go of her hand and let his fingers trace her sides ignoring the way the shuddered. "But what you gain easily will slip from your hands with the same effort." As his sentence ended his hand that had been so playful before changed it's game. It moved, with the swiftness of lightning to her throat where it held with a grip that would put to rest a man several years older than him. "After this dark night you will no longer belong to my cousin."

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

She lisened and gasped. This trap was not because of Lucy or Lyric or Peter, it was a way to hurt Caspian through her. How could she have been so foolish. Her hand moved slowly toward the knife, ready to use it, but before she could his hand was already tight around her throat. She struggled to break his powerful grip, but her own hands grew steadily weaker from the lack of oxygen. She gasped and coughed for air, even trying to scream for Caspian, but nothing would work. The world was beginning to go black, there was not much time for her. Again she scrambled for the knife, but she could not see it well enough to find it before she cegan to lose contact with her body. When at last her fingers closed around it she felt as it slipped through. Her only hope was gone, unless Caspian were to come.

"Pleese, Caspian, find me." she prayed to Aslan with tears streaming down her face, "You're all I have left."

[Lamont]

Lamont watched, pleased with himself as he saw her knife fall. He loosened his grip of her throat, but kept his body against hers and his hand still there in case she tried to escape. He would do no magic here, he would have his fun with her and be on his way before Caspian were to catch him. As he played with her body his mind continued to reel in cycles. He was enjoying this, he had won this battle through treachery, lies, and hostages, he had her body all to his own, 'do as you please with her' the master had said and now he was. And with the others distracted with their own battles there was nothing they could do until he was done and gone. He had barely even needed his sword, his cunning had fought for him.

Time was passing slowly as he experimented with her. But she was beginning fade. He let go of her throat entirely knowing she was weak, that she wouldn't have the strength to fight him away, or the weapon.But maybe with her precious oxygen then perhaps he would see more of a struggle.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

She prayed and begged for him to stop as her body became weaker. But when he releiced her throat she could only wonder why. Did he think her voice was too weak to call for help. She felt him invading her again and screamed, holding nothing back. It felt as though all of Narnia could hear her voice holding nothing but pain, fear, and sorrow. Several more of these cries she let loose, but no one came to save her.

"It's alright," something in the back of her mind said, "Let it go, let it all go." The voice was so calming, so beautiful that she followed it without question and all of her body went numb and limp as she let darkness take her.

Caspian . . .

[Lamont]

Lamont watched as her head hung. He shook her for a moment, only to be certain she wasn't just faking to help herself find a way out. But seeing she was uncontious he saw little reason to continue this game. still, he did for a short while then tossed her bare body aside. He had little need of it now.

He started to leave, looking towards what he hoped was the sun, but he could not tell through the tangle of leaves. so far as he knew night had already come to Dark Isle.

But he stopped and looked down as he kicked a small piece of metal and leather. When he picked it up he saw it to be the small knife she had dropped earlier. he unsheathed it and touched it's sharp blade, surprised at how sharp it was. He sheathed it again and looked at the engraving of the lion and almost laughed. What help the lion had done for his followers tonight. He bounced the blade in the palm of his hand twice before he pocketed it and left. The knife would at least serve as a trophy for him later.

[King Caspian X]

Caspian dipped his head in a false respect, a scowl on his face. "I'll have to take a raincheck on that one. But you will have you fight, I promise." and with that the King bolted off into the forest. He knew that Susan was in trouble. It pulsed in his blood and made his skin crawl. But not even he could get to her fast enough. The sun had set far too fast, faster than it ever would have back in Narnia, and the trail was hard to find. "Susan!" he called, but no response came to his ears. "Susan!"

After what seemed like two hours of searching, he finally found her. What he saw brought tears to his eyes. Caspian flung himself to the ground where she lay and grabbed her arm. He took off his cloak and tossed it over her. "I knew I should have never let you leave me." he said. "Susan, wake up." Caspian pleaded. His entire body was shaking with fear. Was she dead? Was she alive? The man placed his head over her heart, and he could hear it beating.

[Lennia Silverwind]

Len wasn't in a good mood. The winds changed warning her of the impending danger that was to come. The island itself had stayed clam but now there was a dark mist creeping over the land. She smiled as she wondered whose nightmare sprouted first. She turned to the woods ignoring the girl. She didn't care at the moment who she was. She followed after Caspian a bit slower than he ran. She ended up watching the seen from afar waiting for the moment to join. She could feel her skin crawl as the mist grew thicker. Stay calm. This is not your nightmare.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

Something warm covered her body. She looked up at the man beside her as her senses clowly came into focus. She could not have been more pleased to see him, yet not more ashamed.

How could she have been so weak, so vounerable. She had him at the point of her arrows, he was at her mercy. She could've killed him there, before he hurt her . She could've been standing there proudly with Lamont dead at her feet. But she didn't, and now the nightmares and the memory would stay with her for the rest of her life.

She felt horrible, exposed, exploited, discusted, and ashamed. How could she look up into his eyes and say there was nothing she couldv'e done? How could could she ever accept herself again? Lamont had destoried her, in every single way.

Never before had her morals been broken so far for her to have the desire to kill another living creature. Always she had tried to see good in all things, from the White Witch to King Miraz. She would fight, but never kill. She always searched for the chance to help, but Lamont had sacrificed that chance and earned only her hatred.


Somehow she would avenge herself. He would suffer for what he did to her, one way or another. All people have a weakness, it's only a matter of finding it. Lamont had found hers, now she could only return the favor. She would find a way into his black heart and tear it apart, and when she was done she would leave him exposed and exploited for all to see.

But her greatest fear was of the man beside her. He saw her now and begged her to awaken, he looked down on her with eyes of sorrow. But when she told him what happened, what she let happen, would he ever accept her again? Could he ever love her again? He was the reason she had returned to Narnia and to have him push her away would break her more than she already was. In truth, she would never accept herself again, how could she expect him to?

After she had destoried Lamont she would return to England. There she would not have to see his face and know how she failed. There she would know the boy would not come after her if it is the throne he truly longed for. She would live her life alone and in shame, but at least she wouldn't be hurt anymore. The nightmare of the the black falcon might leave, but the terror of the boy would always remain.

But now she would look up at him able to do nothing but think these things and cry.

[High King Peter]

Peter didn't know what to do after Cotnar had bounded off after Caspian. He hesitated until he heard Susan scream. The scream pierced through him like a knife. "SUSAN!!!!!!" he yelled, turning around and running through the woods. He felt horrible as he realized this wasn't no trap for Lucy: it was meant for Susan. Oh dear god, he thought as tears streamed down his face. He didn't bother wipping them as he made his way to her. He froze. "SUSAN!" Peter screamed as he knelt beside her. He felt horrible: this was his fault. He felt his heart breaking in half as he gently pulled his sister into his arms. "I'm sorry Su," he whispered, crying. "I'm sorry. This was my fault, my fault. I should have stayed with you." he kept repeating the words 'my fault,' He looked at Caspian with a tear streaked face. "You have every right to kill me," he croaked. "I...should have stayed....."

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

"No," She managed to force herself to say, "It's not your fault. I had him right where he needed to be. I could've killed him, but I didn't. I payed the price for what I did, it's no one's fault but my own." She pulled Caspian's cloak closer to her body. How many others would come and see her like this? "I'm sorry."

[High King Peter]

Peter held his sister close, not wanting to let go. His sky blue eyes brimmed with fresh tears that threatened to spill. "Its not your fault Susu," he used the nickname that he had when they were kids. He smoothed her hair as tears continued to trickle down his face. It was hard to tell if he was close to breaking point or trying to comfort Susan. It might have been little bit of both. He was gently rocking her. "Its not anyone's fault but mine....once again I had broken the promise I made to mum. I've been a fool. But all thats going to change," he whispered, running a hand through her hair. He took a shakey breath. "You're living up to your title, O gentle one," he told her and then winced, not knowing if this was the right time to joke or not. He always joked to lightened the mood(and get on his sister's nerves as well).