Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be.
Faith
Faith was second nature to Lucy. It always had been and it always would be. She had faith in Aslan that he would always take care of them. She had faith in Peter that he would continue to be the magnificent king that he had grown into. She had faith in Susan that she would always be there when she needed a shoulder to cry on. She had faith in Edmund that he would always protect her, and always be fair. It was so easy for Lucy to trust people and see the good in them. She had never stopped believing in Aslan like some people. She had always kept the faith.
She had kept the faith when things seemed at their darkest: when Edmund was gone, when Aslan was dead, when her eldest brother was riding out to meet an enemy head-on. It never occurred to her that Aslan might not protect them.
Over the years her faith had spread to her royal siblings, and they all trusted and served Aslan with their lives. If Aslan asked them to go somewhere, they did. It was as simple as that.
Long ago, Aslan had told her that many a time would come when she would need to instill that faith in a sibling again. She had needed to talk to Susan and Edmund, renew their faith, keep it strong. She had, however, never needed to talk to Peter. He was always right there with her, faithful to the last, and trying to show it to others.
The time was here though, and it broke her heart. She stood in the doorway to the large cavern and looked at her brother, a long, searching look. He was just sitting there, staring at the carving of Aslan, like a lost child looking for guidance. Lucy knew why. He had pushed his will and over fifty soldiers had died because of it. He had failed.
Failure wasn't something that Peter was used to or comfortable with. Whatever he did he had to succeed. He would make sure that he succeeded. He would never fail. That was one of the main things that Lucy admired about her brother: he was strong, confident and stubborn as a mule. But that last was also what had gotten them into this position.
Lucy slowly walked forward and sat next to her brother. He didn't even look at her before saying, "You're lucky you know."
She couldn't help but reply, "What do you mean?"
"To have seen him." Just by his tone of voice Lucy could tell he was humbled and heartbroken. "I just wish he would give some sort of proof."
"Maybe we're the ones that need to prove ourselves to Him." Lucy had never even thought of that before and she wondered where that had come from. It had just come out of her mouth.
Aslan had just spoken through her. She knew it. She would never be able to prove it, but she knew that Aslan had just told her what to say.
"Pete, you'd better come quickly."
Faith had always been second nature to Lucy. It always had been and it always would be.