Sorry for the delay, I had trouble figuring out Lucy. She's the character I can relate to least, so hopefully this turned out alright.
And the last, but not least of us, has faith enough for each of us
They never listened. Why did they never listen to me? I scowled as they turned on me, again, walking away from what I knew in the deepest depths of my heart to be true.
Aslan was not just a lion. How could they possibly have forgotten how unlike an ordinary lion he was? Peter, who had been knighted by him; Edmund, who had been saved by him; and Susan, who had seen him come back to life. How could they possibly think an ordinary lion could be mistaken for Aslan?
But the worst of it was that they didn't believe me. After everything. All those times I had been right in my instincts, and still they treated me like a delusional little girl.
And yet, I followed them away from the gorge. Away from where Aslan had wanted me to go. I followed them even though everything in my being told me it was the wrong direction. I followed them because they were my siblings, and I had faith that, eventually, they would believe me, and then all would be right.
I didn't realize how much would have to happen before they turned to me. How many would have to die.
We can never know what might have been.
My heart broke at the thought; that if I had only had more faith in my own courage, my own independence, I might have saved all those who had died in the attack on the Miraz's castle.
I never doubted the impossible: magical lands inside a wardrobe, animals that could talk and centaurs and fauns and so on, a lion who had come back to life after a dreadful sacrifice, magic, wonder, ANYTHING. I had faith in Aslan. There was no impossible when he was around.
Except, apparently, knowing how things might have turned out. I frowned and sniffed back a tear. It was so hard, wondering, and I realized that, for all my faith, I did not trust myself. I doubted my own actions: I was afraid I might do something that would isolate me from my siblings. Even as Queen, I had never done anything without their blessing. I was so afraid of loosing them that I followed their decisions even when I knew I was in the right.
But as I sat in the glade with Aslan, knowing my dear siblings were fighting a loosing battle against an army I didn't dare imagine, I realized that they would always be with me. No matter what I did, even if it put a thousand seas between us, we would always be siblings. Even in our fights and arguments, they always loved me, and I them, and that was the most important thing of all.
What's more, I realized we would always be together.
I believed.
By believing, one sees.