QueenSusanofNarnia
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Susan clung tightly to her stomach, feeling like she was going to be sick.
"Peter," she sobbed. "Edmund...Lucy..."
"Be quiet!" snapped a hoarse voice. A hooded figure was in the stern of the small boat, steering it gently into the mainland. Susan sat in the back of the boat, shivering and tied with thick, scratchy, dirty ropes.
If you haven't guessed, Susan was being...well, kidnapped. She had been smuggled off the beach of Cair Paravel at dawn and had been on the boat the whole day, whining for her brothers Peter and Edmund and for her sister Lucy, moaning for food and water, and sobbing.
"We're nearly there, Your Majesty," said the figure nastily. He laughed, then coughed, and went back to steering.
Susan wailed at him, "I want to go home!"
"I know you do, pretty little Queenie," said the figure, waving a hand as though brushing away what Susan had said. "But that isn't going to happen yet...a Queen for just 4 years and already kidnapped...I think you may have set a record."
Susan gulped. "You know what? When we get to where ever we're going..." but the figure swore loudly, rushed from the steering wheel, pulled a thick wad of moldy brown fabric from the folds of his cape, and stuffed it into Susan's mouth. She tried to spit it out but it was impossible. It tasted terrible and it felt horrible.
And then, what the hodded figure had said hit her. She was kidnapped four years into her riegn. And Peter, Edmund, and Lucy didn't even know it yet. Peter would always tell her that she wandered a lot, and that they are never worried as they "know she'll be back". But - was it possible that that would happen? That they wouldn't worry? Could they realize she wasn't coming back when she really wasn't coming back?
"Peter," she sobbed. "Edmund...Lucy..."
"Be quiet!" snapped a hoarse voice. A hooded figure was in the stern of the small boat, steering it gently into the mainland. Susan sat in the back of the boat, shivering and tied with thick, scratchy, dirty ropes.
If you haven't guessed, Susan was being...well, kidnapped. She had been smuggled off the beach of Cair Paravel at dawn and had been on the boat the whole day, whining for her brothers Peter and Edmund and for her sister Lucy, moaning for food and water, and sobbing.
"We're nearly there, Your Majesty," said the figure nastily. He laughed, then coughed, and went back to steering.
Susan wailed at him, "I want to go home!"
"I know you do, pretty little Queenie," said the figure, waving a hand as though brushing away what Susan had said. "But that isn't going to happen yet...a Queen for just 4 years and already kidnapped...I think you may have set a record."
Susan gulped. "You know what? When we get to where ever we're going..." but the figure swore loudly, rushed from the steering wheel, pulled a thick wad of moldy brown fabric from the folds of his cape, and stuffed it into Susan's mouth. She tried to spit it out but it was impossible. It tasted terrible and it felt horrible.
And then, what the hodded figure had said hit her. She was kidnapped four years into her riegn. And Peter, Edmund, and Lucy didn't even know it yet. Peter would always tell her that she wandered a lot, and that they are never worried as they "know she'll be back". But - was it possible that that would happen? That they wouldn't worry? Could they realize she wasn't coming back when she really wasn't coming back?
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