Summary: Lucy longs to hear Aslan's voice again. A Valiant Soul series. Semi-Poem/ Oneshot
Disclaimer: The character's themes and ideas of this story all belong to the estate of C. S. Lewis, whoever owns said estate is not me… unfortunately.
A/N: A Valiant Soul is one of my companion series to the Gentle Heart Series based on Susan. If you really care eventually on my profile there will be a map detailing how this all works in my brain. In short this for now is a one shot based on Lucy several years after her final return from Narnia. Please review!
Dear Heart
I stood looking longingly at the statue of the lion made entirely out of gold. Why it was there, I hadn't the faintest idea. What I did know is it was a poor shadow of another Lion in another world. It had been just over six years now. Six years since the first time I had heard that beautiful, wild, indescribably deep, golden voice. So much could be said of his bright amber eyes so full of life, love, and sorrow all in one look. His mane, so thick and comforting; his paws that were soft as velvet when he asked them but hid razor sharp claws. There was something so comforting, so pleasing, and yet at the same time so completely unsettling about being in his presence.
My name is Lucy Pevensie, sometimes the Valiant; sometimes Queen of the Eastern Sea. I am beloved by many and was respected by my subjects. It seemed so hard to remember now that time when my brothers and sister and I had been great kings and queens. What was worse was I feared that I might somehow forget the power of His mighty roar, forget Him, and the love I felt for Him.
"Every year you grow, you will find me bigger…" He had said almost five years ago today.
I missed the sound of Aslan's voice more than I missed being Queen, more than I missed those I knew, more than I missed the land. Aslan was the one who had moved me. It is true that he also had taught me about his name in our world; that was perhaps his greatest gift to me, but it was not the same as walking in his presence and drinking in his prowess and goodness.
"He's not a tame lion… but he is good." This truly was the closest one could come to defining him. He always was so magnificent and indescribable. I realized that those around me probably found it odd that I was staring at this golden statue. I didn't care really. I wished more than anything that I could hear that great wild roar again and know that He was with me. He promised he always would be, and I know he is, but still one last moment in his presence and I felt I could live forever having known him.
One of my last conversations with the Great Lion came back to my mind:
"Will you tell us how to get to your country from our world?" I had asked in fear of never seeing him again.
"I shall be telling you all the time." Aslan said. "But I will not tell you how long or how short the way will be; only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the great Bridge Builder…"
I sighed and moved on from the memory, clinging fast to this promise and knowing I would see him again someday.
Thanks for reading. This is just a short idea that popped into my head. Let me know if you think there is potential to continue this. Please review, they inspire me to keep writing.