A/N: Welcome to the third installment in my series of Narnia stories! This one is called Vows to the Valiant. If you are a new reader and haven't yet read Just the Justice and Mostly the Magnificent, then I strongly suggest you read them before this story. Otherwise, you won't know what's going on.
I'm so excited to allow you to read this. I've been planning this for two years, and I can't wait to share what has become of those ideas. Read on to see the prologue!
- Prologue -
Some say that human life begins much like a flower. It begins with a seed, sprouts up and begins to grow by learning from mistakes and gaining experience. Then it grows its first petals. Soon after, it becomes a fully grown flower. But as the seasons pass and the flower gets older, it gets old, dried, and wilted. It begins to die. Some plants grow back next spring, but others are done once they're gone.
Lucy Pevensie was one of those fragile, one-chance-to-live flowers. She was sheltered by her siblings from a young age in order to keep her innocent. It was hard for them to accept when she was gone.
No, she didn't die. But everything that made her special did. Her laugh, her smile, her dimples, her freckles, her tall, thin frame. Everything that made her Lucy left that night.
Lucy was one of those flowers.
A/N: I know it's short, but it's the perfect introduction to what I have coming up. Please review and tell me what you think so far! You could even give me ideas if you'd like. Who knows, I might incorporate them into the story (with credit, of course).