Hi all! This is my first fanfic, but it took me awhile to formulate the idea. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Chronicles of Narnia or any of the characters. They all belong to the wonderful C.S. Lewis.

Chapter 1

Lucy looked at the young prince with her arms crossed. He was handsome, he was charming, but he could be full of himself sometimes. At least, that's what it seemed like to Lucy. Ok fine, Lucy had just met the guy, but he seemed like the type of person who was cocky and stuck up. I mean, he just attacked the high king for crying out loud! Ok, he didn't know that Peter was the Peter from the golden age, but still, he attacked her brother for showing self-defense towards an enemy. Ok, the minotaur wasn't an enemy now, but it had been in their days, it was an honest mistake on Peter's part and Caspian should have known that.

Lucy's thoughts were interrupted when her siblings started walking away. Lucy trotted after them so as not to get left behind in the now unknown forest. Peter and Caspian walked at the front discussing plans for future battles, though it looked more like an argument to Lucy. They were followed by Susan and Edmund and they were being tailed by Trumpkin, Nikabrik, and Trufflehunter.

"So, what are they like?" Trufflehunter asked Trumpkin. Trumpkin said something about them being complainers and as stubborn as mules in the morning.

"Oh, so you like 'em then," Nikabrik commented. Trumpkin paused for a brief second.

"Well enough."

Lucy looked at Reepicheep who was walking beside her and smiled at the furry warrior. At least Trumpkin respected them, now if only Caspian would to.

When the trees finally ended and the party had a clear view of the How, Lucy gasped in amazement. It was nothing like she remembered it to be, but it was still a magnificent sight. They approached the area where the stone table had once stood and Lucy couldn't help but wonder where it had gone or how it had been moved. They walked towards the entrance of the How and paused in front of the long walkway that led into the wide opening. The four Pevensies started walking with Susan and Peter in the middle and Lucy and Edmund on either side. Caspian waited a few seconds before he followed after them. The whole experience of walking into the How, though a brief event, brought back something familiar to Lucy that had existed in the old Narnia. The magic of the situation made her feel at home and that she knew this place like the back of her hand. But this feeling soon diminished when she saw the inside of the How. It was a twisting maze that Lucy thought would take months to figure out. Caspian stepped in front of them and took a torch off the wall and led the way. Go figure, he had to lead them because he was obviously smarter. As if Peter couldn't figure out where they were supposed to go by following the sound of hammers on metal as dwarves crafted shining pieces of armor and glittering weapons.

They finally arrived in a large room that was dimly lit by torches and rather stuffy feeling. Dwarves pounded away on pieces of metal as they made armor and weapons. Susan instantly ran to the other side of the room and she soon disappeared into another tunnel. Why Susan did that will never be known.

"It may not be what you are used to, but it is defensible," Caspian said as he led them through the room to survey the work of the dwarves. Lucy was about to make a comment on how obvious Caspian was being, but she was interrupted by Susan.

"Peter," she called from the other side of the room, "you may want to see this."

Peter and Caspian started walking over towards Susan and Edmund followed close behind. Lucy trotted after them, stopping every now and then to admire the beautiful craftsmanship of the weapons the dwarves were making. When she finally reached the tunnel, she stopped with surprise. Everybody was just gaping at the wall looking like a bunch of idiots. Caspian stood there awkwardly behind them. Lucy tried to suppress her giggles as she looked at her sibling's faces. Caspian noticed her and gave her a quick smiled. Lucy's amused face disappeared immediately and she looked at Caspian coldly. She couldn't help but notice how surprised and somewhat hurt Caspian was at her expression. Hah! She thought to herself, He cares what I think of him... And I care that he cares because?... She shook her thoughts away and turned to the wall to see what her siblings were looking at. What she saw surprised her. There were drawings of four people, two boys and two girls, standing beside four thrones. They were dressed formally and each had something in their hands, except for the younger boy. Lucy recognized the drawings as them holding their gifts from Father Christmas and standing beside their thrones. Lucy looked at the painting of Edmund and couldn't help but feel bad for him. He had no present and even his face in the painting looked a little disappointed. Lucy then looked at the painting of Peter. He had his sword in one hand and his shield in the other and there was a look on his face of leadership and compassion. Lucy looked at Susan's painting and thought the artist had captured her looks better than any of the other Pevensie's. Her long dark hair hung down one shoulder and she held her quiver full of arrows and her bow in one and hand and the horn in the other. Lucy thought that whoever drew the pictures must have been madly in love with Susan or something because the detail was incredible. Then Lucy looked at the picture of herself. It was plain, very, very plain. She had on a plain blue dress and she had a belt on that held her cordial. The silver crown could barely even be seen, it was as if the artist had forgotten she was a queen. Lucy felt anger boil inside of her. Is this how Narnia now saw her? A child who went around giving people drops of her cordial when they needed it? The dagger wasn't even there! Did Narnia forget that she was a queen and a warrior?

"It's us," Susan said, disrupting Lucy's thoughts.

"What is this place?" Lucy asked Caspian, trying hard to disguise her anger with the sweet, innocent voice of a child that everybody now apparently expected her to have.

"I don't know," Caspian said simply. Lucy rolled her eyes, of course he didn't know, he doesn't know anything.

Caspian grabbed his torch off the wall where he had placed it earlier and began leading them deeper into the How. Peter, Susan, and Edmund made a line and followed him. Before Lucy fell into line with them, she glanced at one more painting. It was of a fawn with a red scarf standing under a lamp post with snow on it while holding an umbrella. Lucy brushed her finger against the painting and a tear fell down her cheek as she remembered once again that Mr. Tumnus was gone for good.

Lucy shook herself and ran after the others before she got lost in the large stone maze. She sighed and muttered under her breath,

"I wish you were here Mr. Tumnus, at least you treated me like a queen and warrior, the queen and warrior I was and still am."

She finally caught up with the rest of them and stopped in her tracks. She was standing in the entrance of a large, dark room that she could barely see in to. Caspian walked over to an object that looked something like a trough, only a lot taller, and put his torch in it. The flame instantly traveled around a semi-circle trail of something flammable and lit up the whole room. When Lucy could see more clearly, she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She saw before her the stone table, still cracked in two, standing in the middle of the room. There were pillars all around it that had crumbled and broken from the long years of not being tended to. Also, right behind it, carved into the wall, was the great lion, Aslan himself. He had a gentle and loving look on his face that made Lucy's heart break. She stepped forward towards the stone table solemnly. She could hear Susan following slowly behind her. Lucy put a hand on the table sadly. She suddenly turned around to face Susan. Both of the girls remembered the night they had seen Aslan die as he sacrificed himself for Edmund. This stone had sentimental value to them. They had spent the night sleeping on it holding Aslan's dead body. They had been there when it broke in two and when Aslan resurrected.

"He must know what he's doing," Lucy said, her voice cracking as the tears threatened to spill over the rim of her eyes. Susan was silent and looked up at the carving of Aslan.

"I think it's up to us now," Peter said loudly so they could all hear. Lucy didn't like that idea very much; it was Aslan who made everything happen, they couldn't rely on themselves. She looked back over at the carving. Aslan, she thought, we need you, when will you come back?

Author's Note: So did you like it? A new take on Caspian and Lucy's relationship isn't it? At least, as far as I know. If anybody wrote a story like this I'm dreadfully sorry and did not steal your idea, we just think alike. Anyways, please tell me if I made any mistakes, constructive criticism is very much appreciated!