Disclaimer: I own only the character Raxie and the plotline that proceeds after Ramandu's island.

Early the next morning land was sighted, the second good sign in the span of just a few hours. Lush green hills and barren mountains jutted out of the cerulean waters, sandy beaches luring them ashore. Lucy finally breathed a sigh of relief to have something solid under her feet, if only for a few days. Quickly activity buzzed everywhere as royalty and crew alike began to set up camp behind a hill just past the edge of the beach. Lucy set up her own tent before heading off with Reepicheep to gather edible plants and berries while Edmund, Caspian and Drinian went hunting for meat. Others harvested clean water to drink and cook with. The first day and night were dedicated to replenishing the food and water supply, eating and resting. One dawn came work would begin on repairing the Dawn Treader.

"It is good to have you back in Narnia, my lady." Reepicheep said to Lucy as they were returning to camp, both carrying deep, large baskets full of berries, their first harvest.

"It is good to be back, but also bittersweet to think that this is not permanent." She confided in the mouse, knowing the valiant creature would not betray her confidence. "I love my world, but I'm not happy there like I am here."

"Have you approached Aslan with your dilemma?" Reep asked curiously, wet nose twitching and eyes shining with concern.

"No, but I will." She paused. "But Caspian said the same thing after the storm when I was tending his wounds."

"There is a good match for you if you were to stay." Reep foretold. "And there would be a second Golden Age of Narnia." The mouse sounded so pleased at the idea of her ruling once again Lucy decided to keep her doubts to herself, not wanting to disappoint her favorite mouse.

When they arrived supper was being served, the day almost gone with the sun sinking fast in the west. The meal was halfway finished when Edmund noticed there was someone missing.

"Where's Eustace?"

"I'd forgotten all about him." Lucy confessed, having gotten used to ignoring her cousin.

"If I know Eustace," Caspian said standing and fetching his second helping of food. "He's found a place to dodge work all day and will return when his nostrils twitch to the smell of cooking."

But Caspian was mistaken as the sun continued to sink into the horizon, there was still no sign of Eustace. By that time Lucy was considerably worried; Eustace was a city boy whose only time spent in the country was on family outings, and even then those were only to family houses, not a real wood. Even the real woods in England were considerably more tame than anything Narnia had to offer, and that was for someone who was native to Narnia, not a complete and total stranger. The crew spread out and searched the nearby forest in the hopes that Eustace had merely found a comfortable hiding spot and had fallen asleep, but as night fully set in there was no sign of the third guest in Narnia.

"We'll find him, tomorrow." Caspian consoled Edmund and Lucy. She thought she had heard him mutter 'if we can' as he crawled into his tent for the night.

"C'mon Lucy, we'd better get some sleep. I have a feeling tomorrow we'll need it." Edmund dropped down to crawl into his tent also, leaving Lucy to stare out at the dark island alone.

"Listen to your brother Lucy." Caspian's voice came from his tent. "Everything will work itself out."

But the next day their search turned up with nothing. Eustace was nowhere on the island. Around late afternoon Caspian returned to camp with Ritz, Drinian and Reep, accompanied by whispers that there was a dragon on the island. Edmund and Lucy decided to ask.

"Yes, there is a dragon." Caspian answered grimly.

"Where?" Lucy asked, not liking the idea of a dragon nearby.

"It's landed on the beach, cutting us off from the ship." Caspian had a troubled look on his face. "In the morning we'll suit up and go down to the beach and face it."

Night passed uneasily, Lucy and the men having trouble sleeping. Visions of a nightmare dragon attacks ran through everyone's minds, chasing away sleep. Yet, as the sun rose over the dewy grass, all the men were donning their armor, preparing for battle before marching to the beach. The dragon, a skinny thing only a dozen feet long at the most, sat rocking his head from side to side, tears coming from its eyes. Lucy, with her tender heart, didn't want to hurt the creature unless it were necessary and her immediate response was to go and help the poor creature.

"Tears." Drinian warned. "That's what crocodiles do; they catch you off your guard.

Reepicheep ran up to the dragon, confidant in his boldness.

"Dragon! Can you understand speech?"

The dragon made a nodding motion with it's head, small tendrils of smoke curling away from it's nostrils. Reep continued to interrogate the beast.

"Can you speak?"

Negative.

"Then it is idle to ask you your business, but if you are a friend, raise your left foreleg." The dragon instantly complied, a gold bracelet flashing against the green scales. Precious rubies, emeralds and diamonds winked up at them from their settings in the gold along with an alien looking symbol.

"Drinian, look. There's a device upon the gold." Caspian sounded perplexed.

"I've seen that symbol before." The captain murmured.

"Of course you have. It's the mark of a great Narnian family. This is the armband of the missing Lord Octeaseau." Caspian's voice grew colder and harder with each word.

"Villain, have you eaten a Narnian lord?" Reep thrust his sword in the dragons face, whiskers quivering in outrage.

The dragon shook his head negative frantically. Then the dragon was asked if he was the Lord Octeaseau, but the dragon again replied negative.

"Are you someone else? Another person places under an enchantment?" Lucy asked the creature, grasping at straws. The dragon began to nod, more smoke billowing from it's nostrils.

"Eustace?" Edmund asked, gaining a positive nod. Cheers went up that he was still alive, but unfortunately he was a dragon. Lucy grew concerned. There were some enchantments that had no reversal spell, evil and malicious cursed designed by warped witches and wizards. She feared Eustace would be a dragon forever.

For the next three days it was work, work, work from dawn until dusk for everyone. Lucy spent most of her time on board the ship, volunteering to help some of the crew to clean the Dawn Treader. While Lucy was doing this, Edmund, Caspian, Drinian, Reepicheep and dragon Eustace were gathering and actually finishing the wooden components needed to repair the ship. On the last day Lucy was at camp, helping the men breakdown and load up the tents and camping equipment when s shout went up from the beach. Turning Lucy knew that it had something to do with Eustace, her mind running in circles trying to figure out how to revert Eustace back to his original self.

Racing to the beach right behind Caspian, Lucy's mind went completely blank, as if someone saw a power surge and shut off the power source. Yet the emptiness had a calm, soothing feel to it, warming Lucy. Only one thing could produce such a transformation, such a healing of the soul, and that was Aslan. It was the same flood of relief she had received when Aslan rose whole from the broken Stone Table so long ago.

Standing on the beach to greet them, fully clothed and his form his own, was Eustace. All the men cheered, and Lucy, having promised to keep Aslan's sacrifice her own, spoke not a word of the calm knowledge she had.

"It was a lion, but a big, kind, quiet lion with piercing eyes." Eustace gushed, a sour frown no longer present on his face.

"You've seen Aslan." Lucy smiled, remembering how she had felt when she first met the absolute King of Narnia.

"The one you're always talking about?"

"Oh yes, he's seen Aslan." Caspian agreed emphatically.

Then Eustace, almost as if he were another person, gave Caspian the arm Bracelet of Lord Octeaseau. For a moment no one seemed to know what to do with the circlet of gold and precious stones, feeling as if they had failed the Narnian lord.

"It seems we have found our second lord too late." Caspian said in a solemn tone, voice quiet. "We shall leave this here, as a remembrance of a brave and noble man."

So the only identifying remain of the Narnian lord was placed on a smooth, flat rock at the base of the cliff nearby, far from the reach of the tide.