Disclaimer: The Chronicles of Narnia belongs to the Estate and Heirs of CS Lewis...I am neither

A/N: I have a vague idea on how to wrap this up, but it eludes me currently.

After the attack on Susan, Lucy didn't leave her rooms. They were her sanctuary in a world suddenly plunged into darkness and violence. At first, she had hid under the bed with Sláine, but hunger drove her out to eat the food brought to her. Then she curled up on the divan with a book Mr. Tumnus had given her while Sláine stepped out to speak with the tiger outside her door.

A sudden creak made her look up at the door, which was still closed, then a hand clamped over her mouth while a second one wrapped under her arms. Lucy screamed on instinct, dropping the book as she fought the hands that held her. When her fingers would not work, she bit down on the hand in front of her, hard. A sweet, coppery liquid filled her mouth before the hand moved. She spat and howled in outrage and fear.

There was an odd noise, like a yip, and whoever was holding her fell backwards, pulling her along for the ride. He hit the ground with a cracking thud, groaned and was still. Lucy fought his suddenly limp and heavy hands off her and stood up. It was a human, she thought, sprawled on the floor, his head twisted at an odd angle. There was a creak and a thump, and she was plunged into darkness.

Lucy screamed again, "Majesty!" Sláine shouted.

"Sláine!" Lucy called back.

"Majesty, where are you?" Sláine asked.

"I don't know," Lucy replied, "I can't see."

"Tell me what happened," Sláine said.

"Someone grabbed me," Lucy said, "and pulled me off the couch, I bit him and he fell and he's not moving, he made a funny sound when he fell and it got dark and he's not moving."

"Calm down, your Majesty. Kintor has gone to fetch Peter. It looks like you've found one of the secret passageways." Sláine murmured. "If you can hear me, that means there's fresh air. Can you see anything?"

Lucy shook her head, "No." She reached out and found what seemed to be a wall. "I'm scared, Sláine."

"It's going to be ok," Sláine replied.

Something brushed against Lucy's leg and she shrieked. "What?" Sláine asked.

"It's ok," someone else said. "It's me, Sláine, it's Bran."

"Bran? How did you get in there," Sláine asked.

"I followed the Son of Adam," Bran replied, "he and his friends came through my corner of the woods a week ago. They killed Braith on their way through. I followed them to see where they were going and when they came here and entered the tunnels, I decided to stay with them. When this one bit the Son of Adam, I tripped him. Damn fool fell on me though."

"I'm Lucy," Lucy offered tentatively. "What…who are you?"

"I'm a weasel, Lucy, named Bran."

"Oh," Lucy said, "I'm sorry about your friend."

"Thank you," Bran replied. "That's right kind of you."

"Bran, can you go back to where this one entered the tunnels?" Sláine asked, "so that you can lead us to Queen Lucy?"

"'Fraid not, Sláine," Bran replied. "When that human fell on me, he broke something. I'm not going to be doing much running anymore."

"Oh," Lucy said, "if I had my cordial I could fix that."

"Lucy!" Peter called.

"Peter!" Lucy exclaimed, jumping up.

"Lucy, are you ok?" Peter asked.

"I'm scared," Lucy replied, "I want out of here."

"We'll figure this out," Peter replied.

"It's dark in here," Lucy whimpered.

"I know," Peter said, "I know. Just, sit down and don't move. If nothing else, we'll bust out the wall."

"Who is that?" Bran asked.

"My brother," Lucy replied, sliding back down the wall, "High King Peter."

"High King?" Bran said, then raised his voice, "Your majesty, High King Peter."

"Who is that?" Peter asked.

"My name is Bran, sire. I'm in the tunnels with Lucy. I followed three Sons of Adam from my home in the forest into the tunnels below Cair Paravel. I got lost when they split up, but the Human I followed tried to kidnap Lucy. He's…no longer a threat, but the other two are."

"One of them is dead," Peter said coldly. "The other is somewhere in the tunnels. Are you able to fight."

"No, sire," Bran replied, "The Human fell on me and I've been injured. If he gets in reach, I could bite him, but that's about it."

"All right," Peter said. "I've sent for some dwarves to bust out the wall. We have no time to waste in searching for an opening mechanism if one of them is still lose."

Lucy hugged her chest, closing her eyes against the unrelenting darkness. "Lucy," Peter said after what felt like forever, "they're here. We're about to start taking the wall down."

"Ok," Lucy replied.

"Lucy," Bran said, "we should move."

"Right," Lucy said.

"I'll need help," Bran continued, "I'm still stuck under the man."

Lucy reached out and found the man's leg after a moment, feeling her way up, she encountered warm fur, "Here," she asked.

"Yes," Bran said.

Carefully, Lucy lifted the man and pulled Bran free. Cradling the weasel, she moved away from the wall she'd been sitting against and down the passage. Loud thuds filled the air and she could hear rocks hitting the ground. Finally, the wall began to show cracks, and then light began to filter in. Slowly, but steadily, the light increased and Lucy turned away to help her eyes adjust. Finally, Peter said, "Lucy, let's see if you can fit through this."

Lucy hurried back and looked at Peter, "This is Bran," she said, holding him out.

"It is an honor, High King," Bran managed.

"The honor is mine," Peter replied. He reached through the hole, took Bran from Lucy, and backed away.

Lucy reached to boost herself into the hole when someone grabbed her from behind, "Not everything shall end in failure," a harsh voice growled.

Lucy tried to pull away from whoever had her, but only succeeded in making him almost drop her. Her hands hit the other man, the one who had tried to kidnap her and she felt the familiar hilt of a dagger. Her hand closed around it and she screamed to cover up the sound as she pulled it. "Let her go!" Peter demanded.

"No," the man said. He readjusted her grip so that Lucy was held in front of him.

Lucy held the dagger above his arm and looked at Peter, who was shaking his head, then she twisted, using his leg for leverage, she managed to turn enough that she could drive the dagger into his side. Something warm and wet covered her hand as the man grunted and dropped her. There were two thuds and Lucy didn't look back, dropping the dagger as she scrambled to get through the hole. Peter scooped her up on the other side. "Lucy," he whispered.

"Peter," Lucy began, seeing her bloody hands, "I think I'm going to be sick." Peter carried her over to the wash basin and held her hair back as she emptied her stomach.

"I'm proud of you," Peter said as he handed her a water flask. "I don't think I could be any prouder of you."

Lucy burst into tears.