Where the water meets the sky
Where your heart is free
And hope comes back to life
We can be the kings and queens, of anything if we believe
So hold on, hold on
There's a place for us
She didn't belong here. England was not her home. Narnia was. Here, people didn't understand her. They made fun of her, laughed at her drawings of fauns and
centaur, castles and swords. What they didn't know was that she was drawing memories. Her memories. Her life as Queen of Narnia. A place where she was
respected, and treated as the adult the she was. She hated it in England. The air didn't smell as fresh, the animals were animals, and had no mind of their own. Every
day in Narnia, it was normal for people to talk to the Animals. But here, they were treated like dumb animals, and that was exactly what they had become. The worst
thing of England, though, was what it had done to her family. It had ripped it, torn it to shreds, and now nothing remained except for the memory of what had been a
happy, loving family. At the beginning of their time in England, her siblings had looked up to Lucy, hoping to share some of her times of trouble, Lucy's faith in Aslan
had always held strong. But now, not only had her family's faith dwindled, but Lucy's had, too. She caught herself wondering how Aslan could have possibly been so
cruel. But she had to be strong, or else her family would crumble even more then it already had. Lucy wouldn't be able to stand it if that happened. If Lucy didn't have
her faith, then she would have nothing. Her country, her family, her valiance, it had already all been torn from her. Her faith was all that she had left. Aslan had
promised that she would be sent back.
So she would hold on.
Because there was a place for her.