Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

J. R. R. Tolkien Prophecy

All that is gold does not glitter

Not all those who wander are lost

The old that is strong does not wither

Deep roots are not reached by the frost

From the ashes a fire shall be woken

A light from the shadows shall spring

Renewed shall be blade that was broken

The crownless again shall be king

- J. R. R. Tolkien
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Caspian's uncle was a superstitious man; he relied heavily on the magicians of his court. They were all frauds, Caspian knew this by the time he was seven. Except for one: he was quiet, didn't speak but when he did, his voice held a grave quality. When Caspian was nine, the man whispered these words in his ear while his uncle was distracted.

"All that is gold does not glitter

Not all those who wander are lost

The old that is strong does not wither

Deep roots are not reached by the frost

From the ashes a fire shall be woken

A light from the shadows shall spring

Renewed shall be blade that was broken

The crownless again shall be king."

Before Caspian could ask him what he meant, he was gone. He disappeared from the court a few days after that.

Years later, when he ran away from his uncles court to avoid the plot against his life…only then did the man's words begin to ring true.

When Aslan visited him in a dream, in all of his golden glory…when Caspian awoke, all he could remember was a gold that didn't glitter.

When the monarchs had burst into Narnia, he thought they were lost, wandering through the woods. They were wandering, but they weren't lost. The four siblings were working for him.

The power of their reign had not withered, only grown stronger in the hearts of the true believers in Aslan. The little girl, Lucy, she had a deep power hidden within her. Her wisdom hadn't withered; even at twelve years old, she struck Caspian as a fierce young woman.

Caspian had been breathless when she woke the trees. The forest hadn't die during his uncle's reign; their roots too deep to be frozen by hate, they simply slept until their queen's love could awake them.

During the battle, when Lucy had brought Aslan to help them. When the mighty lion burst forth like a great light through the shadow of battle and blood.

Peter's skills with the blade became renewed and they were able to defeat his uncle and take back Narnia for Aslan's glory.

Caspian, the crownless, was crowned by Aslan himself. He took his place on the throne, afraid to rule alone without the help of his new friends. Peter, so strong. Susan, gentle and kind. Edmund, so clever. And Lucy. His darling, little Lucy. How could he reign without her laugh? Her smile? Her freckles and eyes? He felt something break inside his heart when he bowed to her to say goodbye; it felt too formal, too wrong. He wanted to run and hug her close…but she was gone.

During celebration of their victory and Caspian's crowning, he saw the man. He was hiding in the shadows, and when Caspian blinked he was gone. Or moved…"You'll see her again your majesty." The same grave voice whispered in his ear, only this time it sounded hopeful.