Okay guys so a bunch of you wanted me to do something like what I did in the last chapter, so here it goes. I am most likely going to end up doing one for each of the Pevensies at some point, but the girls are easier for me to do at the moment. Again, to those of you that read my other stories, this is not going to be another one I start. This is simply for fun and to satisfy my need to write something non-romantic.

Now, I really do want to know what you all think of this, so I'll let you read.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Chronicles of Narnia in this story any more than I do in the other ones.

Lucy looked at the picture one last time before leaving. The war was finally over, as she had been hoping will happen for the past five years. A lot had happened since she had first come to Narnia when she was only eight years old, she thought.

When she had first been told she would be leaving for the Professor's house, she had not wanted to leave. She was a small child at the time. She hadn't wanted to embrace the change, and because of that she had been frightened. And then when she got there, she went to Narnia.

Narnia was where she grew up. She had spent from the time she was eight to the time she was twenty-three there. She didn't even remember England when she had gone hunting for the White Stag. She had expected that she would die in Narnia with her friends and family there with her. But then she had stepped back into the wardrobe and gone back to being eight years old.

Then she had gone back again when she was nine years old, a year later. The war was still going on, but it had gone down enough that now the children were allowed to go to boarding school. She had been horribly sad that the people she had grown up with were no longer there, but she had made more friends and had fun at the same time. She had embraced the change as best she could.

And then she had gone back to Narnia again for the last time one year later, when she was ten years old. She had been delighted to find that Caspian and all of her other friends were still alive and young, and she had helped them save Narnia once more.

She had gone to the outskirts of Aslan's Country, and she had met him once again. And then she had been completely surprised and distraught when she found that she could never come back to the one place she had ever been able to call home.

"I am in your world. But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by it. That is the very reason you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there."

Aslan's last words to her rang in Lucy's head. She was thirteen years old now, and she still hadn't been able to define the meaning to those cryptic words, but she knew that she would eventually be able to when the time came that she needed to.

She walked out of the house with Edmund, her mind in another place as she pondered this. She wondered if Eustace would ever come back to Narnia; Aslan had never specified this. She had faith that because of this first trip, her cousin would become a better person. He already had.

Lucy stepped into the cab. It was going to take them to a ship that would take them to America and their family. She tried to look at it like an adventure, like Narnia had been, but she knew that no matter how many adventures she would go on, she would never forget about the magical world she had come to love so much.

It was four years later. Susan had forgotten about Narnia completely, claiming that it was only a "childish game that they played a time or two as children." It saddened Lucy to think that her sister, who had once loved the magical land as much as she had, would be completely oblivious to its existence now.

Lucy pondered this as she stepped onto the train. She, her brothers, Eustace, Polly, Professor Kirke, and Jill were all going to try to find the origins of the rings that first got Professor Kirke and Polly to Narnia when it was founded so that all of them could find a way back.

The train started moving as she pondered this some more. The Professor had told the children all about his first trip to Narnia and about his crazy uncle that he had accidentally helped take the White Witch there (needless to say Edmund had not been pleased to hear this).

Lucy thought about everything she had ever learnt about Narnia. It was a very strange land.

So far, she had learned that Aslan was the one that first created the land, a suspicion that she had had for a long time; she had learned that the first king and queen of Narnia had actually come from their world as well (apparently the king was a cabby in England); she had learned that the Talking Animals had all started with the kings horse (the horse drew his cabby); and she had learned that the White Witch had at first come from a land named Charn and that the Professor and Polly had accidentally taken her to England before she had come to Narnia.

She had learned the first time she had come to Narnia that the Witch had taken over Narnia only one hundred years before she came with her siblings; she learned that Aslan made prophesies about her and her siblings before she came, even though not even she knew that she would come; she learned that after she left the Telmarines took over Narnia; and she learned that somehow Aslan would always come back when he was needed no matter what. For some reason this all was very familiar to her, as though she had heard of all of this before.

Suddenly she was taken out of her musings by the lights in the car they were traveling in turning off. She heard an awful screeching noise. She heard the screams of passengers. And then her vision was clouded by a picture of a man dressed in old clothes, smiling down at her. His face changed suddenly, and she was looking at Aslan.

Right then everything clicked: she knew who Aslan was.

And then everything went black.

So? What did you think? Make sure to review for me! I really want to know, as this is the first non-romance story I've ever written and I actually think I might start writing more like it soon, depending on what you all think of this attempt. You'll tell me what you think, won't you?

-CahillGirl2001