Twenty-ninth Prompt: Alone

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"Why are they staring at us?", Susan quietly whispered, looking at the Narnians who, in fact, stared at them.
"Maybe they think you look weird", Lucy giggled.
Susan looked down but tried to keep smiling.

Did she look weird?

The three siblings and the beavers reached the most magnificent tent. Before that stood a centaur.
Peter drawed his sword.

"We came to see Aslan."

The centaur looked to the tent and Susan turned around when she heard noise from behind.
The Narnians bowed.
She looked at Peter.
What should they do?

A prawn appeared in the entrance of the tent and who followed was no one else then a lion.

Susan's heart jumped.
Oh, how she wanted to run away!
But at the same time she wanted to kneel down in the dust, for the creature in front of her was so much more worth than her.

She bent down on her knee, as did Lucy and Peter.

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"To the radiant, southern sun I give you Queen Susan, the Gentle."
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"Once a King or Queen of Narnia, always a King or Queen. May your wisdom grace us until the stars rain down from the heavens."
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"Long live Queen Susan!"

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"You've got to be kidding me! You are the Kings and Queens of old!"

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"You're it. You are the Kings and Queens."

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"That's the thing. We won't come back."

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"I just wished we had more time together."
"It wouldn't have worked anyway. I'm thousand three hundred years older than you."

Susan didn't look back.

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Susan looked out of the window and remembered.
And she felt alone as never.