A Twist In My Story

[claire]

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You really never experience pain unless you have lost everyone you loved. Thought you knew, or until you have lost family.You never really experience the pain of becoming afraid of something that you never really thought about before. Pain isn't something you really experience, its what the mind brings to you. And right now, pain was flowing through the veins that ran through her body. She had experienced the loss of family, her father first when she was very young. Then she had gotten the scar that was across her face, leaving her afraid of what others thought of her. Now, her mind was sending her things, sending her the pain of living really. Ever since she received her scar, she was afraid of what might happen, afraid of what others would think of her. And, after that, nothing was ever the same for her. She wasn't going to cry. She was strong enough for that, but she had never wanted to handle it. Ever.

What she meant was, she was never going to be beautiful in anyone's eyes. Her scar effected everybody, and well, she found it depressing, no one could meet her eyes, no one could could look at her without laughing. Inside she was crying on the outside she was holding on. And, she couldnt stand the fact that she couldn't be tolerated by people that she respected in ways unimaginable. She didn't want to hurt inside, she didn't want others to disrespect her. When she had gone through so much. As she thought about all of these things, she didn't notice how far her horse had galloped through the forests and other fields in Narnia. It led her to Aslans How. It was a quite place for her to relax, and so, stopping her tired horse, she lead him to the stream to drink, and jumped off. get something to drink Broken. you must be thirsty. then eat, im going to stay her for a while. her voice said, as she walked over to a tree, pulled out her sketch book and sat down.

She loved art, it created calming sensations in her life, and was she was happy. Happy that something could take her far away from things, things that she could not understand any longer. Her fingers now wrapped around a black charcoal, started to sketch what was around her. A stream, a rock, her horse, a few trees, and anything else that really came to mind. In her mind, she was searching for what would be happiness. Maybe, perhaps a shoulder to cry on. Her mind was else were as she drew showing detail in everything. Her fingers black and so was her mind as she softly drifted off to a light sleep. In her mind, she was tired, and knowing that Broken would do something to wake her. Just as long as he wasn't going to step on her foot again, they were going to be fine. But that was when her mind started to wander, and her heart started to slow as she fell into a deeper sleep....

there was a sound of cheering. many people calling out. and then suddenly silent. when they realized that she was still there. people wondering who would take her. the girl with the scar. the one without a father. and nothing but a horse. they just stared like she knew the answer herself. it was nothing but a lie, a scary lie. a nightmare that was all. her mother didn't die, her father wasn't killed. she was young and happy again. her eyes filled with tears of pain and hurt. they too couldn't stand to look at her and her scar. and realizing that she was going to her uncle, wasn't that bad. wasn't that scary. she would lead a perfectly good life there. but there was something....different...he was at the head of them..dead. she was an outcast. and so she jumped on her horse and ran...


At the end of the scene she opened her eyes, tears had ruined the page of work. She had been crying in her sleep once again. She was upset by that, afraid of what might happen. Afraid of once again turning to nightmares that would somehow kill her..so take it from her, she is no beauty.

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[Susan Pevensie]

Riding again.

The young queen - young only physically, for she had lived out quite a period of her life already - seemed to be out quite often in these peaceful times. The Narnians had no need to have all five of their Kings and Queens on hand at all times, which made for quite a bit of free time for each of them. Today was Susan's day, the day in which she was the one who went off wherever she pleased, without fear of any sort of attack or danger. Her brothers and sister were elsewhere, perhaps still at Cair Paravel, enjoying the luxuries that the Narnians provided. It was so different from what she was used to, from England, yet she had gotten herself accustomed to all this once again, now that they had been back for so many years. From time to time, she still felt that lingering guilt, that she didn't deserve this treatment, but the Narnians seemed pleased to render service, and so she did not voice these thoughts.

Yet this was not what was on the young woman's mind as her horse - sadly, one of the non-speaking types that seemed rather unintelligent - picked its way through the trees towards the great waterfall. The waterfall was a place full of memories, of the golden years when she had been Queen Susan the Gentle, considered the one of the most beautiful in the land... yet she had not cared at the time. Now was a different story. It wasn't because she was vain, necessarily, she decided eventually, but because she finally had someone for whom she wanted to look good. It had been years since they had exchanged that first glance, those first tentative words. Yet nothing had come of it. The Narnian people were much more important than one person. But now that they had finished their work, their restoration, what was keeping them apart? The Dawn Treader had distanced them physically, and the Star's daughter was takin gup much of his time. And yet... and yet...

Susan sat suddenly upright, her hands reaching automatically for the bow on her saddle and an arrow from the quiver on her back, before she realised that there was no danger. How could there be, in a land as serene and beautiful as Narnia? How could there be troubles when there had not been sight nor sound of trouble for years? But something had put her on edge, and the young queen was determined to find out what.

After dismounting from her chestnut gelding, Susan tied the gentle creature to a tree branch, but not before making sure that the rope would allow easy access to both the pounding river and those seemingly delicious clumps of grass by the riverbank. Bow string, quiver full, deep purple skirts arranged for easy movement. What else? Right, the saddle bag. Upon attatching it to the strap that held her quiver in place, Susan set off around the river, towards the rushing waterfall, trying to discover what it was, exactly, that had distracted her from her train of thought. No one could distract her from this quest. After all, she was one of the few people that had managed to out-stubborn High King Peter.

As she walked along, Susan took care to greet the trees. Most of them recognised her, and some even offered a bit of a bow, which she - ever polite - returned in form of a curtsy. Who ever said that royalty didn't know how to treat their people properly? It helped that she was learning so much from Lucy about their people, especially about the trees. Sometimes she wished that she had Lucy's carefree attitude, and was able to just wander through a forest, making friends left and right. Susan did her best, but could never compare to her valiant sister.

At the base of one lovely tree, one that was not moving, perhaps as to not disturb its visitor, lay a young girl - younger than Susan, at least. She had lovely blonde hair and a shape that gave of an impression of dignity, yet at the same time, suffering. The latter could be easily identified by the long scar that ran down her face, but the former... Susan did not know. Perhaps, if she spoke, she would find out. But to disturb the young girl's sleep...

Ah, but her eyes were open. "Good day," she greeted, a gentle smile upon her lips. "I am Susan." There was a chance that she might not be recognised as one of the Queens of old, but it wasn't proper to go about introducing one's self as 'Queen Susan'. Her first name would do for now.

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[claire]

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when times got tough and all she could think about was pain, she usually turned to music, but she had left her clarinet at the palace for the dinner later that evening. she was nothing more than a simple musician. one that wanted to be a lady in waiting, but she knew that would never ever happen. so she always left as soon as her job was done, for she didn't have anyone really to talk to so she didn't mind it all the time. so when she blinked her green eyes open to see her dirty blond hair falling in front of her face, and feeling the heat of the tears stinging her eyes. this was also one of those days were all she could do was cry. then hearing the sound of hoof beats, she thought that maybe her horse had come to join her. looking up, she noticed he was chewing on grass near by, so it couldn't have been her horse.

finally she heard a voice coming from behind her. it was a girls voice, older than her perhaps, but she couldn't really tell at all. so, she turned her head towards the noise. it was a girl, she should have known who it was, it was the Queen of old. one that left many years ago. but, she didn't know what to do, she hasn't heard of their return, for she would have been to the castle in moments to learn new songs and to play for them. although people did have a thought of ignoring her because of her past. but, when she said her name, a small light bulb went on in her head. hello. was all she could manage. she didn't know what to say at all, it was bugging her. but she was naturally shy, so it really didn't matter to her. the name was familiar but was there something more to it? she could not remember. for they had left as soon as she had arrived from her home city. after the death of her parents. it is nice to meet you Susan. i'm Claire.

Claire didn't want to push the matter of recognizing her she would have to think before she said anything at the moment. for she didn't want to say something wrong. which made her a bit of a reserved person. but everyone knew about it. for she didn't really talk to many, for she spent time with her instruments and art. more or less she wasn't one to approach someone for that would seem a little bit awkward. although when someone approached her, she would turn ten shades of red and scramble for words. but of course she didn't know what she wasn't doing that today. perhaps she was really knowing who she was talking to at the moment. although, once people started talking to her, she could ramble on and on, mainly about where she lived and what happened to her. people always wanted to know, which was scary sometimes but most tried to understand what happened to her.


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comment-i am so sorry that it is short!
word count-554 (without this part)
song-if i never see your face again by Maroon 5 ft. Rihanna

[Susan Pevensie]

One could often learn many things from the way someone introduced themselves. Short, simple greetings came from suspicious types, while flattery came from those who wanted to take advantage of you. This one sounded genuine. Susan was often wrong about such things, in the end. She trusted much too easily, unlike her brothers. She ought to leave the analysis of people to them; she'd end up making a fool of herself. It would be best to just be herself, for now, unless Claire ended up being a danger of some sort.

That wasn't likely. Now that Susan could properly see the girl, she noticed some things that she hadn't at first. Like her strong body; clearly, a fighter of some sort. The scar was more prominent than Susan had first realised. It was a sign of strength, of maturity. One did not get scars such as those from a simple life. Susan had some of her own - in much less noticeable places - from battles in which she'd fought. It would be interesting to learn the story of that scar, if Claire was willing to tell. Sometimes it was best not to pry into such things.

But for now, to business. A small smile touched Susan's full lips, a smile that reached her blue eyes. "It's lovely to meet you, as well, Claire," she replied, her tone soft. "Would you be travelling somewhere?" She motioned towards the younger girl's horse, and wondered where she might be going. There wasn't very much near the Waterfall in way of towns or cities, but not everyone wanted to go to such places. Susan enjoyed the wilds, but didn't think she could live in such places for long; they were lacking in too many human amenities. She much preferred staying clean in the castle.

Castles. Hmm. How she'd like to visit the other castle again...

Oh do shut up, Susan, she told herself. You'll just cause more grief than you want to go through. Never mind that she'd probably end up ignoring the poor girl right after she'd asked her a question. She couldn't let herself go off and get distracted like that with people around. But perhaps sometime soon she'd go and visit Miraz's castle, though she'd most likely end up running into the star's daughter. That wouldn't be a good eventuality. Not that the star wasn't nice; the woman was wonderful, truly, she just represented things that Susan would rather not face just yet, like how she might have screwed up her chances...

There she went again, getting distracted. How rude she was today! Hopefully Claire had not noticed her wander off into daydreams. Then she really would be rude. But it appeared she hadn't missed anything the other girl had done, so there was no harm just yet, as long as she managed to continue to pay attention.

ooc; Sorry for the wait. I couldn't come up with anything to post!