When Lucy Pevensie revealed that she was an artist to Finchley, people were shocked. They had all known her for years, and the young lady had never even shown an inclination to paint at all, much less something of that magnitude. It was yet another thing that left people wondering.

In Narnia, Lucy was rarely seen without her brush and paint set, but back in England the pieces brought up painful memories. Whenever she tried to apply the London skyline onto canvas or even tried to paint a simple duck pond, Narnia came flooding back to her. Simply looking at her paint things hurt for the longest time.

The two trips she made back to Narnia didn't help Lucy regain her love of painting either. While there she was constantly reminded of what she had lost, and what she would again lose. Lucy had her heartbroken three times before the age of fourteen, and she was almost fully broken after coming back from their sea voyage with Caspian.

Three years later, at the age of sixteen, Lucy Pevensie was able to pick up her paints again. It was the final step in her healing process.

Lucy spent months painting various things around her home, Finchley, and even London, but nothing turned out the way that she had been able to make it become back in Narnia. At first, she attributed it to her paints and brushes. She didn't have unicorn-hair brushes and nymph-made paint anymore. The gold paint in England didn't actually have dwarf-beaten gold mixed within it, and the canvases were crude pieces and most assuredly not expertly made by gnomes.

After going over all of her messed up paintings, Lucy realized that the thing messing up her paintings was herself. Lucy's heart was not into painting England, because England was not her home and England was not Narnia. So, Lucy set out to remedy her problem and still be able to paint.

"What do you mean; you're going to paint Narnia?" Edmund ran his fingers through his hair, half-listening and rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat.

"I meant exactly what I said." Lucy rolled her eyes. "I'm going to paint Narnia from my memories. My paintings haven't been turning out as well as they used to and I think it's because I'm not painting the land that I love. So, I'm going to paint Narnia."

"Brill. Tell me whenever you finish one, alright?"

Lucy could see that he really wasn't paying attention, and shook her head before going back to her paint supplies. "Will do, Ed. Will do."

Lucy's first painting was of the Beaver's Dam, with a warm aura cascading from the windows and a plume of smoke rising from the chimney. When her siblings viewed it, they were awestricken.

"It's beautiful, Lu." Susan's voice was soft.

"It looks like it did that first time we saw it. That day that we were cold, hungry, and lost." Peter found the words to speak, Edmund was still speechless.

"Thank you." Lucy said modestly while hanging the painting in the sitting room.

Next, Lucy created a series based on the Cair: the throne room, the library, and a work of the outside as seen from the beach were all painted. After the final one, Lucy became a very popular artist. People were drawn to the fantasy aspect of her marvelous pieces, and bought many of them. Her paintings of the creatures of Narnia were soon popular for children, as what little boy doesn't want a sword-wielding centaur in their bedroom and what little girl doesn't want a dancing nymph in hers?

After leaving from the Dawn Treader, Aslan commissioned Edmund and Lucy to find him in their world, and to spread the word about him. Lucy's way of accomplishing this mission was different than Edmund's, as he was studying to become a lawyer and theologist. No, Lucy used her paintings to spread the word of Aslan. Whenever a child came to buy one of her paintings, Lucy told them a story about four children, a magical Wardrobe, a White Witch, and the Lion that saved them all.

Lucy carried on the Lion's words and spread them to those who came to see her paintings that detailed the beautiful land of Narnia. She took Aslan's word and gave it to the masses in the form of a fantasy story that they were able to relate to. The children connected with the story of the Lion, took it into their hearts, and soon discovered the Lion in this world as well as in the Other.

All because of Lucy's paintings.

AN: Happy Easter! So this one was short, sweet, and to the point, though not my favorite. I think this ficlet fit with the sentiments of today though, and it works. I'm currently working on the next chapter of Letting The Light Shine Through, as well as a new Narnia story that will be a surprise for everyone.

Have a blessed day, and rejoice! The Lord has risen from the grave.

By The Lion's Mane,

Inky