Lucy's favourite place in the world was her grandmother's house. It always had been and it probably always would be. So when her parents told her they were going to stay there while their kitchen was redone she packed almost immediately.

The old house just outside central London was fascinating. As was the woman who lived in it. It was the type of house where you could spend hours upon hours looking around it and never see it all. There was something to see where ever you looked. Pictures and paintings. Boxes of postcards and collectibles and thousands of books in every spare corner that could be found.

Her mother said it was hard for her Grandmother to let anything go because of what had happened to her family, they had all been involved in a train crash. Her parents, brothers and sisters all wiped out when she was only twenty-one. Ever since she has clung to whatever memories she could. She had raised Lucy's mother, Cassidy, alone after her husband died so their family was quite small, but oh so precious.

Her Grandmother had written books for a living, beautiful books about far off lands, Kings and Queens and talking animals. Stories about love and loyalty, fairness and integrity. Tales of magic and friendship. She had grown up with the 'Tales of Narnia' her Grandmother wrote and she simply adored them. That was probably why she loved the house so much. It was full of Narnia.

"Darling." The door was opened and she was immediately swept up into her Grandmothers arms.

"Hello Gran!" she beamed and hugged her tightly. She stepped inside as her mother followed on closely.

"Cass dear." She watched on as her mother was swept into a loving embrace, still smiling.

"Hello Mum."

"And Michael. Welcome." Her father stiffened slightly as he received a hug too.

"Hello Susan. Thank you very much for having us."

"My pleasure. You know I love having you all here."

She looked admiringly at her Gran as her father pulled in the luggage. To her it had always made sense that stories so full of love could only be written by someone so beautiful. She was so unlike every other grandmother she had met. Striking blue eyes that looked like they'd seen the world ten times over, and a beautiful full smile that carried something sad in its corner no matter how happy the moment. She had the most beautiful head of dark hair streaked with grey that fell in waves down her back when she left it loose but was usually pinned up smartly with wisps around her face. Everything about her was graceful and gentle.

"Darling are you going to stay in the hall all day?" her mother asked, breaking her out of her trance.

"Let's go through to the living room." Lucy ran ahead into the room and hopped onto her favourite chair. "Oh I have a surprise for you!" Her Gran announced holding up her finger, throwing Lucy a smile she moved to the corner of the room and opened up a box.

"Oh!" Lucy kneeled up on her chair.

"It's the first copies of my latest book!"

"They came through quickly Mum." Cassidy sat in the other arm chair.

"I know. My publisher must be looking for the next one to come faster." She laughed.

"What's this one about Gran?" Lucy asked, eyes wide eager for the new story.

Handing them both copies her grandmother stood at the fireplace between them and said.

"It is about Queen Lucy and the Tree Folk."

"The trees that helped the old Narnian army defeat the Telmarines?" Lucy said excitedly.

"Exactly the ones." She nodded.

"Congratulations Mum" Cassidy said standing. "Shall I go help Michael?" she didn't wait for a reply but began to leave, clasping her mother's shoulder as she left.

Cassidy had loved her mother's stories too, still did, but not with the vehemence her daughter. To her they were simply the stories she had heard before sleeping, told to hopefully induce good dreams. To Lucy they were tales of wonder, and a world of enchantment.

Lucy shared a knowing smile with her grandmother then looked down at the cover running her fingers over the title, then down to her grandmother's name, written in beautiful curly script. Susan Pevensie. The purple cover was just as beautiful as the others, she opened it quickly and turned the first page knowing what she'd find.

"My Darling Lucy,

Another chapter to add to your dream world.

May you follow my other Lucy and dance with the Nymphs

With all my love,

Gran."

"Oh thank you." Lucy beamed hugging the book to her chest.

Susan Pevensie smiled lovingly at her granddaughter, the girl could help but make her smile. It had been such a joy when Cassidy had told her that they wished to call her Lucy, but it was an even bigger one when the child had grown up to be just like her name sake. Full of wonder and joy, who showed kindness to all she met Susan thought her granddaughter was the most exquisite creature on the planet and she'd met some fascinating ones.

She watched the ecstasy in her young face as she read the handwritten message. Lucy Pevensie-Smith love Narnia every bit as much as her grandmother did, and she hadn't even been there.