Prologue
Lucy was the soul of Narnia. More powerful than any of her siblings, despite what historians believe. The Wild Queen had something no other monarch had, and Narnia wasn't about to let her go.
It's rather well-known that the Silver Queen was a friend with Dionysus. He was the god of wine, madness, and debauchery. He'd been known to grant her wishes. The Wild Queen was often known to encase one or more of the realms.
Not many of the nobles knew this, including her brothers. Lucy her self, was the living embodiment Narnia. No one realized it except for the Mad God, however. Lucy's very soul is intertwined with the heart of Narnia. She could call the trees out of there slumbers with a word, she could call the stars for dancing with a simple word, and she could destroy any threat to her home with a flick of the wrist.
When she left the first time, mourning rang throughout the land. The animals mourned, as did the very land. The nobles did not understand what had happened, why the loss had struck them so hard.
They didn't understand that the heart of Narnia was been cut out. And that she wouldn't return for a very, very long time. The animals hoped, and hoped, and hoped, hoping till each beast's last breath that their Queen would return.
AN: Hey this story popped into my head. What if Lucy had called on her dear friend Dionysus to return them to their proper ages. What would have changed? I'm extremely inconsistent, and only write when the wood strikes me. You have been warned. -Aodh