Chronicles of Lucy and Caspian [ENG]

Friday the 13th

Caspian didn't believe in luck- bad or good. He believed in hard work, dedication, and faith in Aslan. But luck- that didn't exist.

So he was fascinated, to say the least, when Edmund and Lucy told him of the superstitions in their world. Random happenings could curse you or bless you- make or brake the next seven year of your life. How odd and childish.

"There just stories, Caspain." Lucy laughed when he expressed his confusion, "Children's tales and rhymes."

"Step on a crack, break your mother's back." Quipped Edmund.

"That still sound unpleasant." Caspian shook his head. Edmund sighed and threw up his hands teasingly- "I've had enough of this Friday the 13th talk- I'm off to bed." He bid Lucy and Caspian goodnight before heading below deck.

Lucy turned her face starward for a moment before looking at Caspian. "I'm going to bed too?" A teasing smile appeared, "Any other questions on black cats and broken mirrors?"

Caspian shook his head. Lucy laughe and hugged him goodnight.

And when she kissed his cheek- oh so close to his mouth, the very corner of it- Caspian felt like the luckiest man alive.