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24 May 2011 @ 02:48 am
Fic: ‘A lifetime in a day.’  
Title: A lifetime in a day.
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia (movie)
Rating: (G)
Time Period: After the Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe; while still at Professor Kirke’s home.
Summary: She lived a lifetime there.

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

Intending to write something completely different, I wrote this instead! I very fully blame an errant imagination which preferred to write something fun than what it considered boring.

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


Peeking behind the door, Lucy sighs when she sees only coats. Reaching past them, half-stepping into the wardrobe, she feels the back of it and knocks; the back of the wardrobe is as solid as ever it was when Peter, Susan and Edmund had investigated it after the first time she had entered.

Sighing, she closes the door and sits on the floor, next to her candle and before the wardrobe. She pulls her dressing gown tight and folds her arms. In the barely lit room, she sniffles, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Had it been a dream, making all those friends and ruling Narnia? She remembers it so clearly: the White Witch, Mr Tumnus and the Beavers. She remembers meeting Father Christmas and the gift he had given her, the cordial that had allowed her to heal Edmund. Would Edmund have died in this world as well as in Narnia, she wonders briefly and then shudders at the turn in her thinking.

Yes, she silently declares. He would have. And that, she tells herself firmly, will be the end of that thinking and remembering. Edmund on the battlefield, gravely wounded ...

The candlelight flickers; it distracts her from the memory that doesn’t shoo when she tells it to. Picking it up, she cups her hand around the small flame and it stops its dancing. She remembers when the fire would dance to Mr Tumnus’s music, how distant suitors sought Susan’s hand, Aslan’s visits and walking on the beach by Cair Paravel, watching the mermaids under the moon’s light.

She grew up in Narnia, ruling side by side with her brothers and sister. Peter the Magnificent. Edmund the Just. Susan the Valiant and she, Lucy, the Gentle. How often had they laughed, riding through the woods? How often had they marvelled at the beauty of the land around them before they had accepted it?

And, coming back to a world they had all forgotten, all the years they’d ruled had dropped away from them. Not even a day had passed but they had lived a lifetime in Narnia! An entire lifetime!

“It gets easier.”

She jumps and drops the candle. The flame sputters and dies but in the moonlight, she sees who it is and smiles sadly. “I don’t know if I want it to.”

The Professor crouches by her, his hand on her shoulder. “You will never stop wanting to return, if you remember your time there. But, in time, it gets easier.”

“What do you mean ‘if I remember’?”

“In time, you may forget, think of it as only a game. Time, and growing up, can do that.”

“I won’t forget!” She declares. “I’ll always remember.”

“If you are so intent on doing so,” he smiles broadly, “perhaps you can tell me of some of your adventures over a cup of hot chocolate.”

Lucy grins and, collecting the dropped candle, rises to her feet. “With marshmallows?”

The Professor stands and laughs. “We’ll see if Mrs Macready has any hidden away.” He takes the candle and they leave the wardrobe behind with plans to sneak into Mrs Macready’s terrain for marshmallows.

As the door closes behind them, light peers through the crack between the closed doors.
Angel... Dark Wings Descending...: caraleoyoufoundmeangel_in_tears on May 24th, 2011 10:18 am (UTC)
Awwww. This is sad ♥ But I love how the Professor gets her to talk about her time :)
F. J.: Lantern & Candles: Warmmorethanacandle on May 24th, 2011 04:09 pm (UTC)
At least she has a chance to return!

But I love how the Professor gets her to talk about her time :)
It felt like something he would do. I could easily imagine them sitting over mugs of hot chocolate, with purloined marshmallows, talking about Narnia.

Maybe she'll have her question answered about how Narnia was 'born'.

Edited at 2011-05-24 04:11 pm (UTC)
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on May 25th, 2011 07:45 am (UTC)
*sniffles* This is really quite sad. Both Lucy remembering; but also the foreshadowing of Susan; who grows up, and forgets all childish things. And it's quite obvious here that Professor Kirk still hasn't forgotten all childish things!
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on May 25th, 2011 09:20 am (UTC)
I can't imagine him ever forgetting. I can also imagine him being jealous of the Pevensie children; after all, they experienced what he did not.