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Old Narnia. To the new Narnians that brought to mind the old wife's tales about a long ago time when there had been living trees, talking beasts, dwarves, fauns and all the other beings of legend. Very few people believed that the tales were anything more than tales and the few who did believe them thought that Old Narnia had died with their coming. What no one knew what that Old Narnia was still very much alive even though it must remain hidden in the forests of on the eastern shores of Narnia…

When Narnia was defeated, the youngest prince had been hidden. He and a dozen or so other nobles went to the forests near the mountains. Here they formed a network of true Narnians. They grew stronger, waiting for a day when Narnia could come into its own. Now, in and around Cair Paravel lived the remaining fauns, satyrs, dwarves, giants, centaurs and the talking beasts as well as the last descendents of Queen Lucy. Here they waited.

King Richard and Queen Ana of the old Narnia had wanted a child for many years. When at last the Queen gave birth to a girl all the old Narnians were told and they came out of hiding from far and wide to celebrate. A party was going to be held on her name day but so far the Queen had not told anyone the girl's name.

"On her name day," she said. "On her name day."

After many days of preparation and excitement; the day came. As always, a centaur performed the ceremony. Windsong was the master of ceremonies today.

"May this child grow and flourish into a wise and just ruler and may she be a true child of Aslan," Windsong said. They stood on the shore of the sea. Above the heads of the proud parents and the tiny daughter was a wooden arch wound with ribbons and flowers. The centaur gazed above the crowd of Beasts and dwarves and fauns and the score of humans who remained at Cair Paravel. The weather had been terrible for a week leading up to this day but the morning of the name day dawned bright and clear. No clouds obscured the summer sun. No strong winds blew, just a gentle breeze. The birds flew above rejoicing in the birth of the princess.

Windsong continued, "I have seen it in the stars. This is the ruler we have waited for. During her reign Narnia will fight the fight that we must to be free. The time of change will come. With her we will either rise or fall."

A great cheer arose and Windsong held up his hand for silence before continuing, "What is the child to be named?"

The Queen stepped forward, "Lucy, after her foremother."

A gasp arose from the crowd. It had been The Queen Lucy's wish that none of her descendents be named for her.

"So be it. In the name of Aslan, I bless this child, Princess Lucy!"

Lucy grew into a beautiful and smart girl. With long golden hair, fair skin and bright blue eyes some said that she looked like the first Queen Lucy. She was bright and adventurous always out of doors and adventuring and practicing archery. Her hands grew cal louses that would have been shocking on any fine lady of the new Narnians. Her skin turned tan and golden from the sun outside. Living in a lost court gave her far more freedom than any other girl like herself would have gotten.

The small court shrank considerably within a week after one of the men came back from the outside world bringing with him an illness that took them by storm.