Disclaimer: C.S. Lewis is the creator of Chronicles of Narnia. I simply decided to twist this fantastic world by adding some of my characters in order to create my own plot. Therefore, aside from my characters and the plot, I own nothing.


To say that I'm amazed by everything you guys told me concerning Dream of a Dream is but a glimpse of all my happiness and excitement. I honestly was not expecting for so many people to read it, especially because I have yet to watch the movie. However, you were all so nice to me that I decided to come up with a sort of…trailer so to speak that hopefully will give you an idea about the story I hope I'll write as soon as I watch the movie.

If you have any sort of doubts, do not hesitate to write them down on your review (if you decide to leave one that is). I promise I'll do my best to answer them. Also, if you find an idea sort of farfetched, please, let me know because that will be the only way for me to know that something needs to be changed. Anyway, it is time to offer you the idea that has been bothering me for quite a while.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I hope I'll be able to write this story in the future (and I also truly hope I do not end up regretting posting this).


A child's cry was echoing through the deserted halls, while a hushed lullaby was being whispered to the bright stars and pale moon. A strong door was noiselessly opened, revealing a tall and strong man, whose posture imposed authority and power.

"My king…" the woman sitting on the bed whispered in an exhausted tone, and a pair of deep and dark brown eyes glanced at her before resting on the weeping infant that she was holding. "It's a girl…"

On a peaceful and lukewarm summer night...

"She's perfect." the man whispered as he approached the door, his eyes never leaving the child, who was finally calming down. The woman gazed down at the baby, humming as she did before gazing up. "What do you think of Thea?"

"I couldn't ask for a better name…" the woman hushed before looking at the now quiet baby that she was holding, but when she glanced to her side, ready to gaze at her husband again, she noticed the white object that he was holding.

An ivory horn…

No, it was the ivory horn…

Slowly she raised her eyes to look at her husband, and noticed that he was still observing the child she was carefully and gently holding in her arms. He had a tender expression on his face, but after so many years together, she could easily make out the sadness on the depths of his eyes.

a wish is made…

It was in silence that a pair of feet led a trembling body down the hall until the open doors that lead to a balcony came into view. A sigh abandoned a pair of rose lips as two pale and shaking hands hold an ivory horn almost as if it was one of the most treasured possessions of all time.

Quietly, the trembling shadow walked through the open doors, and the moonlight immediately fell upon the pale complexion of a woman, who gazed at the stars almost instantaneously. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, gazed at moon moments later, and unconsciously the woman increased her grip on the horn.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not ignore the look she had seen on her husband's eyes. And it was with that image in mind that the woman continued staring at the dark heavens above, and pressed the horn against her chest.

"One of the miracles of love," she started in a low tone, "It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted. And, no matter what others say, you are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream."

As she took a deep breath, the woman looked down at the horn she was still pressing against her chest, and closed her eyes. The tip of her right hand fingers started caressing the smooth surface of the horn in light circles, and the corner of the woman's lips gradually curled upwards into a smile.

"Aslan, I do not know if you will hear this prayer when so many others are requesting for support and help," she started, once again raising her eyes so that she could stare at the sky, "But please, allow me to say this; allow him to experience the happiness I was unable to offer him."

Carefully, the woman raised the horn up to her lips, her smile never quivering as her mind recalled her husband. In this memory, he was holding their first born in his arms, a wide smile on his face.

"Allow him to live the dream he tries to hard to forget."

Gently, the woman pressed the horn to her lips, but before she could blow it, the sound of footsteps forced her to look behind her, at the open doors of the balcony. It did not surprise her, though, when her husband emerged from the shadows, looking both confused and tired.

"What are you doing?" he asked, and she smiled tenderly at him still holding the horn close to her lips, "What are you planning on doing with that?"

"I'm simply wishing on a star," she answered, and when she noticed that he was about to speak, she rested the horn against her lips again before taking a deep breath.

And then the tune of the horn echoed throughout the night towards the horizon.

and the impossible happens…

"Where have you been?"

Surprise took over a young woman's limbs, causing her to jump off her feet at same time she spun around in complete fright. Her bright blue eyes, widened in shock, narrowed when she noticed the three figures scattered through the living-room's sofa and armchairs.

Only one person was awake though, for the smallest one was already sleeping on the sofa, while a young boy had dozed off on the armchair. A pair of another blue orbs quickly found hers, and before she knew it, she felt anger bubbling inside of her.

"Oh, good night father, I didn't know you were going to stay up, waiting for me," she hissed, revealing her resentment, but the young man, sitting on the second armchair, which was turned to the door, simply continued staring at her. "Do you wish to lecture me at this hour?"

"I'm simply worried about you," the young man answered, and she had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes, "You have been going to parties all week! Do you even know what time it is? Not to mention there's school tomorrow."

"Oh, please, don't you even start." she retorted, though she managed to keep her voice low in order not to awake those who were already lost in dreams, "I don't have to answer to you. Why don't you go to sleep?"

"I would be sleeping, had you arrived earlier." he answered, but she simply bit the interior of her cheek to stop herself from answering him in what could be considered a rude way, "But now that you are here, I have no reason to stay up. So if you excuse me…"

"That's it then?" she asked before she could stop herself right when her older brother was about to walk past her, to go to his room, "You waited for me all this time just to ask me if I knew what time it was?"

"If that's what you think…" he replied before glancing at the sleeping figures behind him, "Don't wake them up, because only heavens know when they'll fall asleep again if they get up. As for you…well, you're old enough to know its past bedtime, and that you ought to go to bed."

"Peter…"

"You're the one who decided to live your life through hobbies and stupid luxuries, so I apologize for actually caring about your wellbeing." the young man interrupted before giving his sister one last glance, and then he made his way towards the stairs.

When she was finally alone, she glanced at her two younger siblings before deciding to go to her room as well. Regardless if she wanted to voice the fact that she knew that it was extremely late out loud or not, she knew that it was indeed time to go rest.

Thankfully, it did not take long for her to get ready to go to bed, and it was with a content sigh that she lay down on the mattress, and covered herself with the covers. Then, she turned to her side, and closed her eyes before allowing one pray to cross her mind.

Please, not the dream of a dream…

However, a few minutes later, when the house was silent and peaceful, the ground started shaking.

...A new journey begins…

It was the sudden yet quiet caress of the sun that forced a pair of eyelids to flutter open, revealing a pair of tired blue eyes. For a moment nothing was said as she lazily stared at the blue ceiling at same time she covered her mouth with a hand since a yawn was making its way up her throat.

Then, she stopped moving.

Since when did she have a blue painted ceiling? And…was that a…cloud?

"Susan!"

At the sound of her name, she quickly sat up straight only to realise that she was no longer on her bedroom. Instead, she was sitting on a flowerbed, surrounded by the gentle fragrance of yellow dahlias. In confusion, she started looking around, and blinked when she spotted her younger sister running towards her, waving a hand in the air.

"Oh Susan, we're back!"

"Back?" she repeated, her brain still trying to process what was going on, and her sister practically threw herself to the ground as soon as she was beside her, "Where exactly are we?"

"Oh Susan, don't you remember?" the youngest girl asked, a wide smile on her face, "We're in Narnia!"

"Susan! Lucy!"

Susan looked behind her little sister only to see her two brothers running towards them. Peter looked extremely confused as well while Edmund was glancing everywhere, almost as if he wanted to be sure that they were back to…

"Peter, this isn't possible!" Susan exclaimed as she stared at her older brother, who looked back at her. However, when she noticed how confused he looked, misery and rage started to conquer her soul, "How can this be? I don't want to be here!"

"All that you know…"

"Susan, please—"

"No! I don't want to be here!" Susan interrupted her older brother at same time she covered her ears, and closed her eyes shut. "This is a dream! This is nothing but a bad dream, and I want to wake up!"

"Oh come off it, we're back in Narnia!" Edmund scolded, as he stared at his oldest sister, "This way you can see that you've been behaving like a child lately. Narnia is real, and for some reason the four of us were called back."

"Yes, we ought to go look for Aslan!" Lucy exclaimed excitedly, but Susan ignored them as she continued pressing the palm of her hands against her ears, her knees now resting against her chest, "Please Susan, you can't pretend this is a dream. If it was just you're imagination, why would we be here as well?"

"Susan, please, there must be a reason…" Peter trailed off when a strange sound forced three of the four siblings to look behind them.

"…is about to change."

When the source of the sound finally revealed itself, Peter, Edmund and Lucy widened their eyes in both shock and surprise. In front of them was someone they had never expected to see again, much less without having changed at all.

"Caspian!" Lucy shouted, her smile growing even widen even though it seemed impossible, and Susan felt her whole body freeze at the name. Even though she knew she was probably living a dream, she could not fight against the wish of staring at the one who had changed her life in more ways than she wanted to admit.

And that was why she slowly allowed for her eyelids to flutter open only to feel her breathe get stuck on her throat when her eyes meet the pair of brown orbs that had haunted her nights ever since she had last seen him.


Okay, so I must warn you that I am not sure if I'll be able to follow this idea when I see the movie. This…chapter will most likely be deleted as soon as I see the movie, but I prefer not to make any sort of promises. Instead, I prefer to tell you that I will do my best to try and write a story about Susan and Caspian. Even if I do not continue with this idea, I will at least try to write another one-shot (please, do not hate me if I find it impossible to keep up with this idea).

After all, even though I do not know why, CaspianxSusan always interested me, and when I found out that there was going to be a hint of romance between them in the movie, I could not help but be excited.

So, please, keep your fingers crossed!


Note: "This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted". And "you are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream" are quotes from C.S. Lewis himself. I thought you deserved to know this.