This story begins a few years after the battle with the white witch. Some of Jadis's followers that had fled after Aslan's return had been plotting their revenge on the four Pevenslies for the witch's destruction. I've always wondered what happened with Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy between the battle and the dash for the white stag. I mean sure, The Horse and His Boy mentions them but there is still a very long time of nothingness. This story has been in my mind for years and I've finally gotten up the courage to get it out.
Lucy sat gazing out a window of Cair Paravel. The sea was a blanket of sparkling deep blue but her eyes were fixed on a small cloud that floated across the sky. To you it would have looked like all the other puffs of cotton dotting the horizon but to Lucy, its appearance resembled the mane of a great lion.
"Is something troubling you, Lu?" Edmund was walking passed her but halted when he saw the glazed look in his sister's eyes.
"Aslan was in my dreams last night." Lucy's voice sounded drained and the usual glow in her face had been replaced by a gray shadow.
"What did he say?" Ed took a seat beside her and tried to follow her gaze out the window.
"That's just it. He didn't say anything." Lucy sighed. "But I felt like he was trying to warn me. I just wish I knew what it was about."
"Oh bother." Edmund stood up again and took a hold of his little sister's hands. "There's no use in sitting here and worrying about it." He pulled her up onto her feet. "We all miss Aslan, but if there is any danger he means to warn us about, he'll come and tell us."
"I do hope so." Her face slowly regained its brightness as Edmund led her out of the castle.