This is my ending to Voyage of the Dawn Treader as well as a continuing story about Queen Lucy in Narnia.

Disclaimer: All that jazz about not owning any of the characters or anything. Ya ya. Dunno why we have to put these on a sight called , but OKAY!

Chapter 1) Decision and Consequence

"I think we should go back to England, Lu," Edmund said, placing his hand on my shoulder. I turned to Aslan's kind, golden eyes, pleading.

"Aslan," I said, practically begging. "Do I have the choice to stay in Narnia if I wish?"

"Yes, dear one. But if you stay in Narnia, you will never be able to go back." I turned to Edmund.

"You'll be able to come up with something for Mum and Dad, won't you? And you can tell Peter and Susan what happened."

"I suppose…but Lu, is this really what you want?" my brother asked me. I turned to look around me, tears still in my eyes from Reepicheep's departure. I caught Eustace's glance, encouraging me to stay. My blue eyes finally caught sight of the warm, kind brown of Caspian's gaze. Something was in that gaze that I didn't understand. It was almost as if he was begging me to stay…just as I had almost been begging Aslan to stay. I turned back to Edmund.

"Yes. I want to stay in Narnia. I don't think I'd ever be truly happy back in our world. I want to stay here." Edmund's eyes filled with tears again as he pulled me into a hug, holding me tight against him.

"Oh, Lu…what if something happens to you?"

"It's all right, Ed," Caspian spoke up, clapping my brother on the shoulder. His eyes locked with mine again. "I'll look after her."

"All right…but I'm trusting you not to let anything happen to my sister. If you do, I will find out about it, and I will find a way back here." I watched him and Caspian laugh, and even heard Eustace laugh a bit, and Aslan's deep chuckle.

"All right," the Lion began, turning to Eustace and Edmund, "are you two ready to go home?" They nodded. Aslan turned and roared, a hole appearing in the water that no doubt led back to my old room in England. Just as they started to walk into it, Eustace turned back to look at Aslan.

"Will I ever come back?" he asked.

"Narnia may yet have need of you," Aslan answered. Eustace nodded, satisfied, and I had no doubt that I would see him again…one day. He followed Edmund through the hole in the water…and then they vanished as the hole closed up.

Aslan turned to me, a slight smile on his face.

"I will be watching over your family every day, dear one. Normally, I only tell people their own stories, but I will be able to make an exception should anything happen. I will bless your time here in Narnia for the rest of your days. Don't lose hope, dear one." I felt his soft, warm breath on me before he turned and walked through the wall of water and was gone.

"Come," Caspian said, holding out his hand for me. "We must go back to the ship." I took his outstretched hand as he helped me into the boat and we headed back to the Dawn Treader. Crewmates were happy to see me there, but discouraged at never being able to see Edmund or Reepicheep again. Some of them were cheered by the fact that Eustace might be coming back again someday, and others—like Drinian—grumbled at the news.

Caspian announced that we would be back at the Lone Islands within two weeks and everyone we saved cheered. We figured out that same day that half of them were from the Lone Islands, and the other half were from Narnia itself, but had ventured to the Lone Islands and had been sacrificed to the mist the same way the local people had.

That night, I sat in my cabin on the bed, my knees pulled up against my chest, my arms encircling my legs, and my face hidden as I cried. I heard a soft knock and didn't bother looking up as I allowed them to come in. I heard the door open long enough for whoever it was to enter before it closed, and then footsteps walking over to my bed. It wasn't until I felt strong arms around me and a familiar scent that I knew it was Caspian.

"Lucy, I'm so sorry you won't be able to see your family again." He pulled out of the hug and pulled my chin up so that I would look at him. "But don't worry. I'm here, and I won't let anything bad happen to you. Then one day, you'll be able to see your family in Aslan's Country. And I my father. Everything will be put right then."

"I know I'll meet them in Aslan's Country…but…what if something happens to one of them? What if they get in an accident? Or what if someone breaks into the house and hurts them? Or maybe—"

"Lucy, calm down. It's all right. Aslan is watching over them, remember. And he'll let you know if anything happens. He's never let you down before, has he?" When I shook my head, he nodded. "Exactly. We just need to trust him." He smiled. "What happened to Queen Lucy the Valiant, who never lost trust in the Great Lion?" I straightened up and wiped the tears from my eyes, putting on a bold look.

"She's right here," I said, earning a smile from Caspian. He hugged me again.

"But of course, even Queen Lucy the Valiant has things she can cry over," he whispered gently, rubbing my back as I hugged him tightly and started to sob.

I must have cried myself to sleep, because when I opened my eyes, there was sunlight streaming through the window, I was under the covers, and, most importantly, I was alone. I sighed, missing Caspian's warmth and sweet, familiar scent. I got up and got dressed before going above deck to see that we were making great time. We were approaching the Island of Ramandu, which Caspian assured me was our last stop until we reached the Lone Islands. We didn't have to worry about food, because we were completely stocked up, thanks to Aslan.

When we reached Ramandu's Island, Liliandil was there to greet us, as well as the three Lords, who were now awake and able to eat the food set out. Caspian had them go back to the ship once we ate, and I could tell he was trying to force a question out. He finally got it out, asking Liliandil if she wished to join us to come back to Narnia, more out of kindness than real desire. I could tell just by looking at him that he figured it an appropriate question because of his comments on her beauty and him wishing to see her again before, but now I could tell he didn't…well, didn't care all that much. But Liliandil didn't know him as much as I did, and so she agreed, going back to the Dawn Treader with us, and spending most of her time dawdling around the ship the entire way back to Narnia while the rest of us worked.

One night, as I was standing—alone for once, since Liliandil was in another cabin—on deck, looking up at the stars, Caspian came up next to me and leaned against the railing.

"You know," he commented quietly, looking at me, "I wish Liliandil had said no." So I'd been right before. But I didn't want to give anything away, so I decided to play dumb.

"What are you talking about, Caspian?" I asked him, giggling.

"I mean, when I asked her if she wanted to come back to Narnia with us…I wish she had said no."

"But who wouldn't have wanted to go back to Narnia with you, King Caspian?" I teased. "She was just being honest." I giggled, and he laughed, elbowing me teasingly.

"Is that a compliment?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Maybe it is…and maybe it isn't. I'll never tell!" Just then, I heard Liliandil come up from her cabin and walk over to us. She was worse than Susan. At least Susan was sort of humble about her beauty except around men she fancied. But even around men, she was very lady-like and never flaunted her beauty. Liliandil, however, flaunted her beauty wherever she went, waving at people and giggling at nothing, playing with her shiny, blonde hair constantly, either twirling it around her finger or flipping it over her shoulder. As she approached us, she was twirling it, her head tilted up as she looked at the sky, being very particular about the angle of her head, making sure she showed off enough of her long, pale neck, but not too much of it. She looked down—just at Caspian, never me—and acted all surprised, as if she hadn't seen him standing there a moment before.

"Oh, Caspian!" she cried, rushing over to him and grabbing his arm, making him jump slightly. One thing I noticed was that his body never seemed to relax. He was always sort of tense, his guard always up. "Isn't it a beautiful night?" She sighed dramatically and rested her head against his shoulder. I could tell it took all of him not to jerk away from her and her too-forward attitude.

"Of course," he replied. I could sense the force behind the seemingly off-hand comment. But Liliandil didn't. No, she pressed on, completely ignoring me as if I didn't exist. I felt this was the perfect time to interject.

"Oh, Liliandil, you interrupted our perfectly wonderful conversation!" I caught the amused and confused look Caspian shot me in my peripheral vision, but I didn't look at him. Instead, my gaze stayed on Liliandil's face. Since I was focused on her, I didn't miss the flash of fire behind her eyes before she composed herself.

"Oh, well I'm sorry. I didn't realize I'd been interrupting anything," she said, her voice hinting at something as she looked at Caspian for some kind of explanation. Probably an explanation as to why I was still here.

"Um, Lucy, it's getting late. Do you want me to walk you to your cabin?" Caspian asked, his eyes pleading for me to say yes. So I did. He held out his hand for me and I took it, not being able to help one last glance at Liliandil's hate-filled face. We reached my cabin and I dragged Caspian in, barely able to close the door before we burst out laughing. When we stopped, Caspian turned to me, his face serious again.

"Can I stay in here tonight? She's gone into her cabin, right across the hallway, and if I leave, she'll hear me, and there will be no one to stop her from following me down to my sleeping quarters."

"Of course," I said, knowing for a fact nothing was going to happen. Not only was Caspian a perfect gentleman—which had gotten him into this mess in the first place—but he also didn't think of me as anything but a sister. So we headed to bed, and I fell asleep easily with Caspian's body heat and familiar scent penetrating my senses.