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03 May 2011 @ 05:03 am
Fic: ‘‘t’was only a dream.’  
Title: ‘t’was only a dream.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movies)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: During events in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
Summary: She was not as beautiful as Susan.

Author's Note: This is quick ‘n’ dirty (for definition see the F. A. Q.).

So, I’m writing more Dawn Treader Lucy (never mind I’ve not tackled Prince Caspian Lucy as yet!) and ending it with an old cliché: it was all a dream. However, I do like the thought of a dream within a dream but thinking the dream reality (when you wake up within the dream from a dream you were having) was the real one only to wake up and find it’s not.

Gosh, that all sounds (to borrow a phrase from Doctor Who) wibbly-wobbly! But, with what’s shown of Lucy’s insecurities in the Voyage of the Dawn Treader, it felt quite right to do this.

So, out comes the wibbly-wobbly with accompanying words!

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of C. S. Lewis as well as Christopher Markus, Stephen McFeely & Michael Petroni (their interpretations); I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by his estate.


none as beautiful as Susan

In her sleep, Lucy rolled to her side, hands under her pillow, bunching it closer. The crumpling of paper was heard across the room. The fire nearby flickered.

just once, wouldn’t you like to be as beautiful as your sister?

Lucy startled awake, the pillow dropped quickly. Laying her head on the pillow, she heard the rustling of the folded page and sat up, burying her hand in the pillow case in search of the spell she’d not thought about for the last day. Finally, she pulled her hand free and slipped out of the bed; Gael slept on, undisturbed.

Unfolding the page before the mirror, she glanced at it, murmuring the words of the opened paper to herself.

you do not need the aid of spells, dear one

Her head jerked up at the sound of the very familiar voice. She was alone, aside from the still sleeping Gael. She looked at the mirror; there was only her reflection.

“I’m not as beautiful as Susan,” she whispered, nervously biting her lip. “If only I could be as beautiful, I’d ...”

you would .... what, dear one? be able to falsely enchant young men with beauty that isn’t yours?

Lucy fidgeted with her nightdress, again biting her lip. “It’s the only way,” she countered finally, “I could be as beautiful as Susan.”

what you desire, dear one, is already yours

She peered more closely into the mirror and shook her head. “No,” she sighed. “It isn’t.”

A roar, which Lucy thought sounded frustrated, resounded throughout the room. She darted back to the bed ...

... and sat suddenly up. There was no spell in her hand and she was quite securely in bed. Gael slept soundly beside her. She turned, reaching into the pillow case; the crackle of paper echoed softly in the room and she sighed in relief as she replaced the pillow and lay back down.

Closing her eyes, she didn’t notice the tendril of green mist in the corner.
Armchair DM: Matt's Cats: New Toy!armchairdm on May 2nd, 2011 11:58 pm (UTC)
Oooh. I really do like your Lucy; really well-written.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 3rd, 2011 04:20 am (UTC)
Any particular reason you like how I write Lucy?
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 11th, 2011 07:19 am (UTC)
It just seems very Lucy. Very sweet.
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 11th, 2011 09:23 am (UTC)
But is she Dawn Treader Lucy?