A.N. And here's the Valiant. I may write an epilogue from the way Aslan sees all of them, if my few but faithful reviewers ask for it. :D

***Lucy***

My sister Lucy is her name. A light. Not for nothing did Aslan name her Valiant. There is an assumption that my youngest sister was stupidly happy all the time, and cried over spilled milk. That is not the Lucy I know. She is brave, leading us fearlessly on. She has never completely lost faith in Aslan like the rest of us, and never completely lived in England. She had long before our return accepted that Narnia was our true home, and England was just where we lived. This is her Valiance.

Lucy's light lay in the way she presented herself. She knew she had killed, had seen things no adult should see, but she had accepted it and moved on. I only ever remember her having one nightmare, and that was after her first battle. Susan and I, asleep in our respective rooms, woke to hear a scream in the night. Rushing from our rooms, we knocked into each other in our rush to get there. I mentioned something about Edmund sleeping through anything, for his door had remained shut.

The two of us rushed into Lucy's room to find Edmund sitting there, cradling Lucy in his arms, like she was a little girl again. We were so shocked that we did not make our presence known, but merely stood there gaping. They did not notice us either, so we were fortunate enough to watch the entire exchange.

"Oh Edmund, it was dreadful! I was surrounded by all of our dead soldiers, and they just stood there, watching me. And then Aslan came after me! I was running, but I couldn't keep away. He pounced on me like he did the Witch at the Battle of Beruna before he ate me!" She began sobbing into his shirt.

"Oh Lu, it's all right. No really, it is. Is not Aslan the Greatest Judge in any land? And would he judge you, who knows him best, unfairly? If he did, than he would not be anyone worth loving. But he is merciful, kind, Everything. So why should you fear him? It is not your fault that anyone died. They all wanted to serve us, and were willing to lay down their lives. So do not cry, merely celebrate their lives."

Susan and I were astounded. When had our little brother gotten so intelligent? We quietly backed out of the room and walked silently back to our own. Our little sister was a warrior queen, and that thought was foreign to us. Lucy was never bothered by nightmares again, while Edmund and I were plagued by them. But she was always there to comfort to us, a light. A Valiant comfort.

I was overprotective of Lucy, until Edmund told me to let her alone and protect my own favorite sister. It was no secret that all of us had our own favorite siblings. But Lucy held a certain charm for us all. She wouldn't judge us, no matter how horrible our mistakes, and she often brokered truces when the rest of us were at am impasse.

I could never resist her puppy dog eyes when she begged me for something. That may have been another reason why Edmund handled most of her requests himself. He was a good judge of what she did and did not need. On the few chances where she got to me first, she always got what she wanted. She probably should have been spoiled, but it is impossible to spoil Lucy.

Lucy was also very wise, but in a different way than Edmund, Susan or I. She took a simple approach to things, and solutions that no one else would have thought of were obvious to her. She was also our guide to all things spiritual, anything involving Aslan. That I disregarded her when we went to Narnia the second time was a sin worse than anyone other than we four knew. It was why Edmund fixed me with a dirty look before going to find his favorite sister, and why Susan gave an exasperated sigh directed at me. But Lucy being Lucy, she forgave me.

Her final departure from Narnia was worse for her than it had been for anyone else. How could Aslan expect her, Queen Lucy, to never return to her home? But Lucy was far better at coping than the rest of us, and unlike Susan, she did not lose herself. Unlike me, she did not grow up. And unlike Edmund, she did not merely put on a face. She and Edmund made it their mission to find Aslan's name in our world. I had sadly become very busy and had stopped looking for a time.

My Lucy is the bravest person I know, and stood firm when everyone else would have failed us. She is brave, joyful, faithful, and any other good thing. She alone lives up to the title of Valiant. She always reminds me that I am High King Peter the Magnificent to the Clear Northern Sky.

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Lucy is my only sister, my light in the dark. Her beauty did not lie in good looks, although she had those in plenty. Her beauty was her strength, her bravery, her love. I would not have been the Gentle Queen I was without her. Lucy never gave up hope on me, never left me alone when I wanted her to. Whether or not I wanted it, she knew I needed her comfort.

I will admit I am a coward. I may have fought for Caspian, but my reasons were selfish. It was not to free my land and put Caspian on the throne, like Lucy and Edmund did, or even to regain some semblance of my reign, like Peter. No, my reason was to regain some of the power I had held as one of the most beautiful women in the world. And Lucy saw right through me. She pulled me aside one night before we went to sleep.

"Susan, I know what you're doing," she began, but I cut her off.

"No you don't. And I'm not doing anything!" I said.

"Yes Susan, you are. You want to be beautiful again, and I understand. You want to control what people think of you, but this is not the way to do it. Don't you realize that I still remember who you are, that Edmund still does too? Don't you realize that even though Peter is being an idiot right now, he knows what you are capable of? You are not a warrior queen; I am. Please don't go on this raid, I beg you. You will not like what you see and do." I did not heed my little sisters words.

I went on the raid. Lucy did not mention the fact that I would lose everything that made me the Gentle Queen. She was just trying to protect me from the knowledge of what it felt like to kill multiple men. I had only ever killed once before, even though I was deadly with my bow. Lucy knew that after what I did, after I killed those men, I would shut myself off, close off everything that made me Queen Susan the Gentle.

Some say I was cold like the moon and should have worn the silver crown, and Lucy the gold, but they did not understand fully. Lucy may have been golden, but she was also more silver than most people realized. She saw through people, and though she rarely exposed them, she knew their weaknesses. Edmund often let her deal with her own suitors, for they would flee if they irritated her.

Lucy was logical as well. But my logic was different than hers. I looked for bare facts, simple things. Lucy's logic put mine to shame. My logic looked everywhere for conclusions, striving to eliminate anything illogical because it was too impossible to be true. Lucy looked to bare facts, no matter how mad the conclusion may be. She, Edmund and Professor Kirke debated for hours about things that did not interest myself or Peter. Those younger two were always the philosophical ones. The professor once said they were like the great minds of Ancient Greece, excepting that they believed in Aslan.

It was Lucy who was the most disappointed in me. Peter was my favorite brother, but Lucy was our constant connection to Aslan. She and Peter elected Edmund to talk to me, but I sometimes wonder what would have happened if Lucy had been the one. I would not have thrown my hat, but I may have screamed louder. Lucy didn't talk to me again after I threw my hat at Edmund. It was like after Edmund had betrayed her during our first trip to Narnia. She could only forgive for so long.

Peter came to visit me before he went to the train station.

"She loves you, Susan, really. But you won't admit the truth, and you have denied our lord and savior. Lucy will not stand for anyone who denies Aslan." I laughed at him, my favorite brother, and told him to stop playing games. But Peter was right. Lucy may have forgiven me, loved me, cared about what happened to me, but she would not speak to anyone who insulted her savior.

My beloved, Valiant Lucy, I remember who I am now. I will never, ever forget again, and when I join you in Aslan's Country, Aslan willing, you will forgive me for every wrong I have ever done you. I will join you as Queen Susan the Gentle to the Radiant Southern Sun.

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Lucy was light, radiant and Valiant. She was strong and faithful at every turn. She would never kill a man needlessly, but she would be able to look a man in the eye as her blade went in deeper and the light left his eyes. It sounds horrible, but it is true. No one else could do that, save maybe Oreius and the coldest of soldiers. It makes her sound heartless and cold, and like someone no one should admire, but after they died, she always prayed to Aslan to judge them fairly. She did not take pleasure in killing, and did it only when necessary. Please remember this. Lucy was not cruel, and she hated killing.

Lucy was a lioness, one of Aslan's own. He loved her even more than she loved him. He loved her faults, her perfection, her Valiance. It was through acceptance of her deeds and the love of Aslan that Lucy could live normally, live her life joyfully. She could blend the light and darkness, see the bright side of everything. She could move on from the horrible things she did because it was who she was, and Aslan loved her and forgave her. He healed her soul after every life she took, and because she acknowledged the lives she ended, she moved on.

Lucy and I often fought side by side. Peter was often away defending another of Narnia's borders, so we two were the ones to fight. When Susan spurned Rabadash, we two were the ones to rush to Archenland's aid. She was the captain of the archers, and led them well. My sister was powerful with her weapons, and although Susan was the better archer, Lucy took the most pleasure in plying her trade. Her Valiance was not merely found in her faith.

Lucy became known as the 'Dwarf Queen' in Narnia, and it wasn't because she was short, as she became quite tall during our reign. No, once she and I went to visit a group of particularly sour Black Dwarves. I was twenty-four, she was twenty-two. The Dwarf said he would pay tribute to us if one of us could outdrink him. We discussed it and decided we would both try.

Lucy drank the chief dwarf into a stupor, and woke up the morning without any sign of a hangover. And her cordial was back at the palace, although I'm not sure if it cures drunkenness. I matched her drink for drink, but I was indisposed until late afternoon.

Dwarves loved Lucy. They liked me well enough because I was so moody, but Dwarves admire anyone who can drink a clan chief into the ground. She charmed them completely. Susan was too distant and Peter was too jovial, but Lucy was a mixture of both.

Despite Lucy's drinking and warrior side, there was still an innocence to her. She got excited over the simplest things, loved everyone, adored meeting new friends and keeping old ones. The way I have described her makes her sound like a some strange, terrible creature, half child, half monster. But Lucy was not like that. Killing hurt her, but by Aslan's grace she went past it. She rarely strayed from the archers, and the only times she killed a man while looking into his eyes was in defense of herself or others. She preferred to talk things out first though. She is Valiant.

Some say that because I had gone through the darkness, I could understand and appreciate the light. The same was with Lucy. Her being was shining, Valiant, and of the heavenly bodies, she was a star. My dear sister could relate to me best, and that was why she is my favorite.

During our voyage with Caspian to the World's End, Lucy was so pleased to be back on her sea. She had travelled it much during our reign, and during the storm, while she was exiled to her cabin, she was in constant prayer to Aslan for our safety.

Aslan had already charged Peter and Susan with finding his name in our world, and when we left Narnia for the last time, he charged us with the same task.

Of course Lucy was the one to find it. She called Peter and I at our school after only a few months. This unfortunately prompted some mocking by some of the idiots at school. The telephone is in a communal area, so whoever passing by answers it. One of the idiots happened to answer. When he heard Lucy's excited voice, he formed a plan. When he called 'Pevensie' both Peter and I came.

"I found Aslan!" she said. "When can we meet, I don't want to tell you over the telephone?" We settled on a date and hung up. The idiot had stayed close by though.

"Getting calls from a little kid, Pevensie?" he mocked. "What does she want you to do, play with her dolls?"

That was it. No one insulted my sister like that, at least no one who escaped unscathed. The idiot ended up in the hospital wing with a blackened eye and nose bleed. I got a detention, but Peter was there to join me. He had thrown in a good kick, and helped take the blame.

It was Lucy's idea to get the rings so Eustace and his friend Jill could go to Narnia and aid it. And Lucy was the one to tell our tale to the young king, Tirian.

My sister Lucy is my best friend, and was helpful in introducing me to the right kind of ladies that I wished to woo. I am King Edmund the Just to the Great Western Wood.

A.N. If you are mad at my portrayal of Lucy, please read this.

The way I view Lucy is as a warrior queen. Therefore, she would have understood what it was to kill. This is CANON! It is in The Horse and His Boy that she went to war, and this is how I view her. I did not mean to make her sound heartless, but if she comes off as monstrous, I do apologize profusely and ask that you will not judge me too harshly. The drinking thing... I do not support drinking copious amounts of alcohol, but Lucy was twenty-two when that happened, and therefore legally allowed to drink, if she were in the States.

My Lucy is a very brave, faithful and loving girl. She is not intended to be cruel, monstrous, heartless, or any other adjective that you may find offensive.

If this chapter offends anyone, I will accept any and all Constructive Criticism. Please don't flame me, but I wouldn't mind knowing why this chapter offends you and how I can improve my writing. Thank you for reading. I'd like to add an epilogue, but will not if no one wants me to.

-Dryad Queen