Ficlet: A Dawn of Her Own (Lucy Pevensie, The Chronicles of Narnia)
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simplyn2deepTitle: A Dawn of Her Own
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Character(s): Lucy Pevensie
Tags: Post-The Last Battle, Self-Discovery, Finding Independence, Hope, Quiet Strength, Bittersweet Ending, Canon Compliant
Rating: General
Word Count: 370
Summary: After the end of Narnia, Lucy Pevensie learns how to build a life for herself in England, carrying both grief and hope as she grows into the person she was always meant to be.
Author's Note: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
seasons_of_fandom 's Round 1, Challenge #1: Royal Rumble
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Lucy had always been “the youngest,” “the gentle one,” “the Queen of Narnia.” But England didn’t care for titles, and sometimes Lucy thought the whole world had forgotten she had once ruled a kingdom of light. There were mornings when she stared into the mirror and almost expected to see her crown resting above her brow, her hair catching the sea wind, but it was only her, small and ordinary. And yet, she reminded herself, queenship was never about crowns.
In the quiet mornings, she walked the streets near her home, skirts brushing against her ankles, watching the way sunlight broke through the clouds. It reminded her of Cair Paravel’s towers gleaming across the Eastern Sea. The memory hurt, sharp as glass, but it also steadied her, like a compass pointing her forward rather than back.
Her siblings each had their roles: Peter with his grave wisdom, Susan with her modern poise, and Edmund with his steadiness. Lucy, though, had always been defined by her faith. When the wardrobe closed for good, she feared she would disappear without it. For weeks, she wrestled with the silence, with the ache of a door that would never open again. But she learned to look for Aslan’s presence in other places—the hush of an organ hymn, the laughter of children, the golden thread of kindness woven through even ordinary days.
So she began small. She volunteered at the church, helped children with their reading, and listened when lonely neighbors knocked at her door. She told no one that each kindness felt like planting a flag in her own kingdom, unseen but very real. Slowly, Lucy began to realize she was not rebuilding Narnia; she was building Lucy.
At night, she whispered prayers not for Narnia’s return, but for courage to face each day. “Let me shine, even here,” she asked, and in time, she realized she already was.
Lucy Pevensie would never be just “the youngest” again. She was a woman who had walked with Aslan, who had borne both sorrow and joy, and who now chose to live, not as a shadow of the past, but as herself.
And that, she thought as dawn stretched its golden fingers across the sky, was its own kind of magic.
Fandom: The Chronicles of Narnia
Character(s): Lucy Pevensie
Tags: Post-The Last Battle, Self-Discovery, Finding Independence, Hope, Quiet Strength, Bittersweet Ending, Canon Compliant
Rating: General
Word Count: 370
Summary: After the end of Narnia, Lucy Pevensie learns how to build a life for herself in England, carrying both grief and hope as she grows into the person she was always meant to be.
Author's Note: Written for
seasons_of_fandom 's Round 1, Challenge #1: Royal Rumble---
Lucy had always been “the youngest,” “the gentle one,” “the Queen of Narnia.” But England didn’t care for titles, and sometimes Lucy thought the whole world had forgotten she had once ruled a kingdom of light. There were mornings when she stared into the mirror and almost expected to see her crown resting above her brow, her hair catching the sea wind, but it was only her, small and ordinary. And yet, she reminded herself, queenship was never about crowns.
In the quiet mornings, she walked the streets near her home, skirts brushing against her ankles, watching the way sunlight broke through the clouds. It reminded her of Cair Paravel’s towers gleaming across the Eastern Sea. The memory hurt, sharp as glass, but it also steadied her, like a compass pointing her forward rather than back.
Her siblings each had their roles: Peter with his grave wisdom, Susan with her modern poise, and Edmund with his steadiness. Lucy, though, had always been defined by her faith. When the wardrobe closed for good, she feared she would disappear without it. For weeks, she wrestled with the silence, with the ache of a door that would never open again. But she learned to look for Aslan’s presence in other places—the hush of an organ hymn, the laughter of children, the golden thread of kindness woven through even ordinary days.
So she began small. She volunteered at the church, helped children with their reading, and listened when lonely neighbors knocked at her door. She told no one that each kindness felt like planting a flag in her own kingdom, unseen but very real. Slowly, Lucy began to realize she was not rebuilding Narnia; she was building Lucy.
At night, she whispered prayers not for Narnia’s return, but for courage to face each day. “Let me shine, even here,” she asked, and in time, she realized she already was.
Lucy Pevensie would never be just “the youngest” again. She was a woman who had walked with Aslan, who had borne both sorrow and joy, and who now chose to live, not as a shadow of the past, but as herself.
And that, she thought as dawn stretched its golden fingers across the sky, was its own kind of magic.
