The marble columns and glass chandeliers of Cair Paravel gleamed in the silvery white moonlight.

A lone figure stepped out from a hallway, Her bare feet padding softly on the smooth floor. A cool spring breeze caused her to draw her gold threaded coverlet closer around her shivering shoulders. Her blue eyes looked out on the horizon. Daybreak was several hours away, but she could not sleep away the restless feeling that surrounded her.

She could feel the soft touch, followed by the even softer words. She mouthed the word she hadn't known for many years. "Mother", she breathed, feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness. It would be perfect. To live here, with her parents, to show them the many wonders she lived through everday. Why couldn't they come, too? They would live here forever-The High King of Narnia, Edmund, Susan, Father, Mother, and Herself.

Maybe it was time to go back. To their Home on Earth.

Several Years later...

If only they could go back. To their Home in Narnia.

But they couldn't. Aslan had said so, First Peter and Susan, then Edmund and Lucy.

No matter how hard they tried, no matter what they did, said, saw, heard, There was no going back.

It had been marvelous, Their first time in Narnia. The second, it was rather sad, seeing their beautiful home in ruins.

Lucy had walked among the remains of the once smooth floor, Now broken and overgrown with weeds and grass.

She had walked by the Marble columns, now laying broken on the broken floor among the broken glass chandeliers.

She had gone, that last time, with Edmund and Eustace, to faraway parts of Narnia she had never laid eyes on.

And then she went home. Eustace had given them the painting, the one with the majestic Dawn Treader. She woke up once, to see it swaying gently in the Narnian breeze. It was a strange feeling, to see something Narnian in her own world, but at the same time it was comforting, too.

Drifting back to reality, She looked out the window of the train she was on, at the countryside speeding past at a rapid speed. A whistle blew and the conductor announced they would be arriving at the station in about five minutes. Grabbing her bags, she prepared to get off the train.

In some state between knowledge and deep thought, She had became aware of the clacking of the wheels against the tracks over time spent traveling. and after all, Being on a train and all that, it was expected. But it wasn't the Soothing, Steady pace the Train had started its journey with. Not at all. It was Swift, Racing, out of control.

The train was going too fast. Much too fast, actually. She braced herself. And then, In a dazzling flash of Blinding white light, She saw it.

Narnia.