Prologue

I loved my home. I always had and always will. No matter the changes that it may go through over the years I know in my heart it will always remain my home. It had been years since I had last been to the Land of Narnia, on Earth, so I had no way of knowing how long I had really been gone. I suspect thousands of years. I'm 19 now and Edmund is starting to worry about me. I'm always withdrawn and sad. He wants me to go to America to be with Peter and Susan but I can't. Don't think I don't love and miss my brother and sister dearly, because I do. Its just that if I can't be in Narnia I would rather be in England. I partially grew up here and would always be content here if not one day happy. 'Oh Aslan, help become who and what I was always supposed to be'.

Chapter 1

"Lucy you have to stop this incessant moping" Edmund tried to tell me for the hundredth time, but I really didn't want to listen to him.

"I am not moping Edmund" I practically yelled at my older brother.

I wasn't really mad at him per say, more myself because I was moping. I didn't want or mean to but I was. I had been ever since Aslan had told us that it would be our last time in Narnia. Although I had been hiding it better in the beginning. Either that or Edmund was to depressed to notice it at first. I wish I could even understand why I was so depressed. I knew it wasn't because I couldn't see my friends anymore because I said bye and made peace with my leaving. It also wasn't because of Caspian, although I had began to fall for him. I think it is because although I spent all those years in Narnia, I don't feel as if I am who or where I am supposed to be.

"Lucy, Lucy" Edmund's voice finally broke through my internal musings.

"God, Lu. Have you been listening to a word I have said?" Edmund asked. I shook my head no even though I knew it was a rhetorical question.

"That's it!" Edmund yelled "You are going to America! I don't care what you have to say I have had enough. Maybe Susan can help you get out this rotten funk you are in"

"Do what you will Edmund, but be warned that if you try to force me to America, I just might not be here when I am supposed to leave" I said. I stood calmly with my back straight and my head held up high. I slowly, yet firmly walked into my room and locked the door behind me. As I did so I felt it. The magic in the air. I turned around and found a beautifully carved chest at the bottom of my bed.

Puzzled, I made my way over to it and gently opened the lid only to be stunned into silence. Sitting in the chest was one of my favorite travelling and fighting dress. It had a black, leather corset, red sleeves made of a see through material that flowed down to just below my elbows. The skirt was made of a silk like material that fell in two layers, down to just above my feet. The skirt had cuts that went up to my thighs on opposite sides and layers so I am granted mobility yet modesty. It also had golden embroidery decorating it everywhere so it was also classy enough for last minute court appearances.

Beneath the dress was a black cloak. It was gifted to be able to blend into any surroundings. I had worn it everywhere. Under my cloak was a beautifully crafted bow and quiver. The quiver had carvings just like Susan's so I assumed it would never run out of arrows either. Removing the bow and arrows I found my dagger that was gifted to me from Father Christmas. I picked it up and found that it was bigger now. More appropriate for my new size. There was also two more knifes that matched my dagger. As if they were a set forged together.

My cordial was next to come out if the chest, full to the brim. I could have sworn that there was only a quarter bottle left when I gave it to Caspian before we left. Aslan must of filled it. The last item in the chest I was truly surprised to see. At the bottom of the chest, lying on a red pillow was my crown, only it was different as well. Instead of the usual silver it was gold. I also noticed that it wouldn't sit on top of my head but around my forehead, llike a circlet.

I sat on the floor of my bedroom and suddenly had the strongest urge to get changed into my clothes and weapons as if I was going into battle. So I did. I quickly changed into my dress and found that I could still move around as I used to, even with it tied as tight as it could go. Quickly donning my weapons on my shoulders and hips I frowned. I didn't have any shoes that I would be able to wear with this, for I had a feeling I would either be walking or riding a lot. Looking back into the chest though I found a pair of boots. They would nearly reach my knees and were made of supple leather. Perfect for hiking and fighting. Pulling them on I walked over to my mirror.

I started putting tiny braids and french braids all over my waist length, golden brown hair. Eventually all the braids were pulled back into an intricate bun. Slipping my crown onto my head, I parted my bun then pulled it back together to hide the back of my crown. When I finished I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked every bit like the Warrior Queen I felt like. Donning my cloak I noticed that it hid all of my weapons perfectly. I smiled as the shadows of my hood hid my face from view. I felt it then. The magic. I closed my eyes and waited for the adventure Aslan was sure to send me on this time.