A/N OK. Before you start reading, let me apologize from the bottom of my heart. I know that the description changed from ten times that Lucy's cordial worked and one time it didn't, to three times that Lucy's cordial worked to one time it didn't. I believe that the story works better with one time that it worked and three times that it didn't. I really hope that this doesn't annoy people, and I hope that you really enjoy this chapter! Thank you so much for sticking with this story, and I really hope that you enjoy this!
Disclaimer: If I owned the Chronicles of Narnia, then I probably wouldn't be writing a fanfiction about the Chronicles of Narnia.
Lucy knew, as she tumbled out of the wooden wardrobe, that no matter how many drops of cordial she had, nothing could heal the devastating heartbreak that she felt. Narnia, her beloved country, was gone. Maybe forever. And it was all her fault. She had led her family out of Narnia. She had. If it had not been for her, then her family would still be there.
That night, after having a long conversation with the Professor, Lucy lay in bed, looking up at the stone ceiling. It seemed like, the entire day; everything had reminded her of Narnia. When she ate the food, all that she could think about was how the food in Narnia had tasted ten times better. When she took a walk outside, she tried to have a conversation with a bird, but then remembered where she was. When they were eating dinner, Lucy had accidentally called Peter 'King' before reminding herself that they didn't call each other that. She knew that her family cared that they had left, but it didn't seem like it. Peter was able to talk to the Professor about Narnia without pain tinting his voice. Edmund was, at this very moment, telling a joke that a faun had told them in their fourth year of their reign. Susan was, admittedly, a bit gloomier than usual, but even she was able to face the devastating reality. Lucy wasn't able to though.
Day by day, over the next year, Lucy gained faith in Aslan again. And day by day, her siblings lost it.
Every time that Peter got into a fight, Lucy didn't see her brother as the Magnificent High King. She saw the scraps of the High King that everyone in Narnia had loved. At home, Peter was withdrawn, spending more and more time in his room. Even Edmund, who was Peter's best friend, could not get him to have a real conversation. Every time that Lucy tried to talk to him, he would yell at her, and storm off to get into another fight. Lucy just wished that something would heal his faith.
When Edmund got back in to the crabby, juvenile self that he had been before they went to Narnia, Lucy's heart broke a little. Every time that Lucy tried to have a conversation with him about their reign, he ignored her and went back to what he was doing. Lucy felt like everything that they had built together in Narnia was crumbling to dust. When they were there, Edmund had treated Lucy with respect. She was always the first person that he hugged when he got home from campaigns, and he always considered her opinions when it came to lawsuits. That was gone now. It was all gone.
The first time that Susan put on makeup, Lucy wanted to cry. Her family sat stunned, looking at the girl that had replaced their beautiful sister. Lucy had run up to her bedroom, and cried silently for hours. She couldn't get over the face in her mind. It hadn't been her sister that had walked down those stairs. It had been a mutilated form of her sister. When they were in Narnia, every man and Creature had been in love with her sister. They had loved her because she had a natural beauty that lit up a room. When Susan came downstairs with the makeup on, the room had darkened, along with Lucy's heart.
When Lucy felt the Magic pulling her back to Narnia, she knew that everything was finally going to be alright. Her brothers and sister were going to be happy again. But she was wrong.
Her brother was mad at everything. Caspian, Lucy, Edmund, Susan, Trumpkin, Miraz, Aslan. He was angrier in Narnia than in England. He snapped more and more easily at Edmund, and ignored Susan and Lucy. When she told Peter that sending in the troops to take Miraz's castle, he merely rolled his eyes.
Edmund was better than Peter, but still didn't fight for what he believed in, like he used to. When they were arguing about the gorge, Edmund stuck up for Lucy, but when Peter said no, Edmund just let it go. He didn't stick up for her, and Lucy felt like she was losing her brother all over again.
It seemed like Susan was the only one that got remotely better, but only because she fell in love with Caspian. If it wasn't for him, then Lucy knew that Susan would follow her brothers. Thank Aslan for Caspian though, or else Susan would positively fall into the self-obsessed person that she was in England.
When Aslan announced that Peter and Susan would never again return to Narnia, Lucy was strangely happy. Maybe Peter and Susan would not get better at first. But the absolute faith that they had gotten over their time in Narnia would help them through the pain of leaving. Lucy used to think that her cordial could heal everything. But she was wrong.
Only Aslan could.
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