A/N: Sorry about the long wait! Hope this helps make up for it. I know it's short, but I did my best. :)


It was me that brought us all here.

I found the wardrobe. I met Mr. Tumnus. I insisted it existed and now it does exist.

And I don't regret it.

I really don't. I don't regret coming here. Is that wrong? Edmund's been captured by that nasty White Witch, but I know we can find him. We're heroes here. Of course we can find him. And after that we'll go meet Aslan and save this whole big beautiful place. And then we can come here whenever we want, sort of like a holiday.

Of course, I'm worried about Edmund. I mean, he is my brother, though he was being a bit of a beast. But we'll rescue him, so that's alright. And of course it was scary, being chased by those wolves. But we got away didn't we?

And it is a bit uncomfortable, slogging over all this ice, but it'll be okay.

Sometimes I wonder who I'm kidding. I feel like I've gotten years and years older since we came here, and not only in a good way, though it hasn't been all bad. The Lucy that thought that everything would be okay just because it has to be, because it must be. Just because. That Lucy was enjoying her lovely holiday in Narnia, and then Edmund ran off and now he's captured and we're running away from wolves that talk (and they don't talk nicely either) and I don't know what's going to happen to us next because somewhere along the line I've realized that there is no guarantee that it will be good. What happens next I mean.

I'm scared.

Old Lucy was so certain that Peter and Susan and even Edmund could do almost anything, get us out of any scrape, but Peter looks frightened and Susan hasn't said a word. I don't know what they're thinking, but I don't think I want to know. I don't want to know that they can't do anything about all this any more then I can.

I still think we'll do something about it. The question is if it will work. I never had any question about that before.

There is only one thing that is still the same between this new, frightened, older Lucy and the one that arrived here in Narnia, delighted and amazed, is that delight. I'm still not sorry we've come here. I love it here. And we're supposed to save it. That's our job. There's a prophecy and everything.

It's like something out of a fairy tale.

In the fairy tales, the heroes always live happily ever after.

I really hope this is like a fairy tale.

I'm worried out of my mind about Edmund, I just know he's alive now (I just know) and if we go fast enough we can get to him. I wonder though if we can rescue him.

Of course we can! We have to! He is our brother, and we'll find him, and then we'll all save this place, and make it so the snow melts and Santa Claus comes and we can come here all the time and be heroes and play with fauns and dance with druids. It's going to be the most lovely thing, and we're going to do it.

And here's another one of those differences between the old Lucy and this new Lucy: after all that, I think "probably."

Old Lucy would be certain that all that would happen.

New Lucy wonders more then a bit.

I miss Old Lucy, but if New Lucy can help save Narnia then New Lucy belongs.


A/N: I often forget how very young Lucy is, and I tried my best to reflect that. So, did I succeed? Was it good? Terrible? Have something totally different and/or random to point out to me? Please do so! ;P