Lucy could not move. Her body may have been frozen in complete shock, but her head was racing. Did that really just happen? Is Caspian actually dead?

Why did I not heal him?

She became overwhelmed with anxiety and panic. Caspian could not be dead. After all they had been through, and for it to just suddenly end? No!

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted when she thought she heard a voice whispering. She looked around and saw that there was no one near her, but people fighting a distance away, with Peter and Vellum around twenty-five meters away. She looked back at Caspian and stared at him as tears raced down her cheeks. She heard the voice again. Only the merest hint of a voice, but it sounded familiar. So she decided she would try and keep quiet in order to hear better. She cleared her mind and took a deep breath, waiting. The voice struck through her senses clearly and resonated her soul. It was rich and deep and full of love. It was the voice of Aslan.

Caspian will need you more than you know.

Lucy remembered when he had told her the very same words in the woods while she was trying to find Rilian last night.

Heal him daughter.

At His last words, she suddenly found her senses. She pulled her cordial out of her belt and lifted the clasp as she leaned it inches from his chest. Lucy watched anxiously as she saw the drop roll off the bottle lid and drop into the blood filled hole. She cursed herself silently but was interrupted as an anguished sob erupted before she could stop it. She was feeling so many different emotions that she did not know what was happening to her. She was usually the happy one. The innocent one. The one who tried to make everyone happy. She was always the ones to break up fights, arguments, and unkind words as all she wanted was the world to be happy again and a place where everyone loved each other and moved on. But this time, no not this time. She felt she was going to go insane. She did not know how to handle all of the emotions she was feeling. Anguish, loss, disappointment, anger. She cupped her mouth with one of her palms. At least she could muffle her screams. Not that it mattered. There were was so much chaos happening all around her. She just wanted to shut it all out. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift off as the multitude of memories began to replay in her mind. She did not only think of the recent memories she shared with him, but the beginning, where it all began. Her, being a child of twelve and he, an eighteen year old prince with no throne. It felt like a different lifetime. A different world. She would have never imagined that that day, would be the very beginning of something greater than she could have ever imagined. She would have never believed that she would have feelings for the teenage prince-who seemed so much older than her- even if someone had told her that first day.

She still remembered how long she was at that age when she thought boys were disgusting. Apparently she was in that stage for a while, according to Susan. No, Susan got out of that stage too quickly. Lucy specifically remembered how much Susan wanted to be a grownup. Although Lucy did not think boys were cool, Caspian was always the exception. She remembered how much she loved the teasing he would always give her when all of her other siblings were there to help him get his kingdom back. She remembered how serious everything was all the time but she always loved teasing him right back. She still remembered how much he'd mess up her hair and stick his tongue out when no one else was watching. Lucy knew that he had a serious and somber childhood, making her the only playmate Caspian had most likely ever had. Then she thought of the memories with him on the Dawn Treader, when she, Ed, and Eustace were sucked through a painting. Lucy now realized how different those memories were compared to the ones when she had met him for the first time. Her first adventure with him only composed of teasing and an easy friendship. But on the Dawn Treader, she felt like she had almost connected with him. She remembered several mornings she and Caspian would talk on the ships deck before sunrise and would just talk while the rest of the crew were still resting. She remembered how real he was with her. And she was so real with him. Lucy now thought it was funny how close they had gotten and yet neither of them knew they had feelings for each other. Suddenly, Lucy's deep thoughts were interrupted by loud gasping and wheezing noises. Caspian! How long had she closed her eyes for? She shook her head and focused on Caspian's face.

He was sitting up right in front of her and breathing! The hole in his chest was gone. Beside his shirt being ripped and heavy blood stains, there were no signs of a sword going through his tanned skin. She flung her arms around him, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but his reflexes were fast, and soon he sat upright with his arms wrapped securely around her. All of the noise drowned out around them, and Lucy felt like they were the only two people in the world. A new wave of tears slid town her cheeks.

"I thought I had lost you." She whispered against his neck. Everything was good. They were fine. Caspian was alive. She did not know how long they sat like that, but it only felt like seconds to Lucy. Everything was just peachy, but then the anger set in. And it set in hard. She pulled away from him coldly. Completely out of reach. "Do not ever do that again." Lucy said furiously, pointing directly at him. "I do not care who you think you are." She continued. "I would waste a thousand drops of this cordial on you." She declared, gesturing to the crystal bottle she held. "How could you be so selfish Caspian? You were going to just abandon this country? You really weren't going to let me use one drop? I know you think that some soldier needed to live a good life but they are not the king Caspian." She knew she was starting to hyperventilate, but she was to the point where she did not care that she was acting like a child. "Who would rule?" She cried. "Rilian is only a child! Narnia needs you, Rilian needs you, I need you!" She began to sob as she continued to hyperventilate, "And you just wanted to leave everything behind-"

"Shush." Caspian soothed. He gently grabbed her shoulders. "I am alright." He leaned forward as his eyes searched hers. "I am sorry for- Eustace?" He said suddenly, pointing behind her. She followed his gaze and sure enough Eustace was here! Lucy spun around and found herself looking right at her cousin, who was sword fighting easily with an enemy troop. When did he get here? How? When did he learn how to properly handle and use a sword? He looked like he had been doing it all of his life! He had a firm but flexible grip on the hilt and used his weight to carry each strike. Lucy watched him intently. Instead of killing his opponent, Eustace hit the man's head with the hilt of his sword. The soldier slumped over quickly, and Lucy saw Eustace turn and nod at an Islander with a horn. The man lifted the instrument to his mouth and blew. Immediately loud horns were sounding everywhere across the battlefield. They were Narnian horns. The sound and tone was familiar to Lucy. It was the sound of a battle ending. Everyone knew it. She watched Narnians and men alike lower their weapons and honor the code. It still amazed Lucy how quickly everything could change with a blow of a horn. She had seen many battles in her day, but there were still things that would never cease to fascinate her.

"Lucy!" She heard Edmund shout. She looked at her brother who was by Elwyn's side a short distance away. She looked at Caspian who gave her a smirk and a nod before jumping up and running to her. When she reached them, Elwyn was holding her side with both hands as she stood weakly.

"Peter wanted me to have you look at the wound. He is still talking with Vellum. We won Lu. Vellum's army is retreating back to the North." Lucy would have responded, but she was more concerned with the amount of blood coming from Elwyn's side.

"Sit Elwyn." Lucy said gently.

"It was only an arrow. I have experienced far wor-"

"I said sit." Lucy interrupted. "Ed, do help her."

As Edmund helped Elwyn into a seated position, Lucy could already see it was a serious injury. She gently pulled Elwyn's hands off and saw a quarter-sized hole in her side near her liver with a heavy blood flow. She would not live without the cordial.

As if reading her mind, Elwyn grunted. "I have no desire for your potions or brews. I am no coward."

"Do not be ridiculous. You will die if I do not put a drop in that hole." Lucy told her bluntly. "Besides, you have no choice. When you become unconscious from losing too much blood I will just heal you then."

She made no response, so Lucy placed a simple drop of cordial in the hole in her side. As Elwyn's body healed, Lucy looked around and saw Vellum's troops retreating toward the Northern borders. The reinforcement troops sent by The Lone Islands and the Seven Isles had done their duty. Late perhaps, but she was grateful that they once again remained faithful as an ally to the Narnian realm. As she looked around, her eyes almost skimmed over Peter, but then she saw that he was not alone and her heart froze. He was facing Vellum. She also saw Caspian striding towards them. Lucy could not hear their voices, but she could see that from the movement of their mouths that they were having a serious conversation. She was suddenly interrupted when she felt hands grab her shoulders. Her body clenched as she spun around, fists tight and ready to fly. When she saw the face standing before her, She stopped in her tracks.

"Eustace?"

"Hey Lu." Her cousin smirked.

"When did you- how did you-why are you-How long have you been here?"

"In Narnia?"

"Yes."

"I arrived the day you were captured by Vartan." He paused. "Over four weeks ago."