Title: He Lives In You
Summary: In the space of a few moments, Lucy reflects. As she witnesses Narnia's final destruction, she watches the great form of the Lion, and she understands.
Notes: Title/inspiration from Lebo M's "He Lives In You."

Narnia was disappearing before my eyes, eaten away by terrible monsters from below the very earth. The land I had defended and ruled over and loved with every breath in my body was being destroyed. I wanted to cry out against it, to do something to save my greatest joy. But then my eyes fell on the Lion standing beside me, and suddenly I knew. Narnia was not my greatest joy. It had led me to my greatest joy, in a way that few were fortunate enough to experience. And I mourned it because it was my heart's connection to that joy.

Still, the tears came, tiny things that tracked down my face and fell to the ground. I wiped them away, my gaze firmly fixed on Aslan. He was all I could think of now, all I wanted to see. Witnessing Narnia's destruction might have broken me, had he not been here. I knew, with certainty, that nothing so terrible could happen if he was here with me. There was a reason, even if I just didn't understand at the moment.

His golden face was beautiful, in the dying light of the sun, and the sight made me think back to when I had first stumbled through the wardrobe, to discover Narnia and Aslan. And my memories traveled from that moment to every other moment in my life leading up to this point. I began to see how everything was intertwined in a web too complex for mere words; how my destiny and the destinies of my siblings and the friends of Narnia had all connected to bring us to this very point, crossing seemingly insurmountable barriers. And I knew it was Aslan's doing, his power. He had orchestrated this from the very beginning, and now it was the end.

No - not the end; at least, not the end as I normally thought of endings. Aslan was still here, we were still here, the good creatures were still here. And looking into the faces of those creatures, I saw something so beautiful it took my breath away. I could do nothing but stare. Narnia still lived on, in them. It was reflected in their faces, everything that had ever been good and joyous in Narnia. Their faces reflected that beauty, reflected… Aslan.

He was Narnia. He was everything. I could see him now, everywhere I looked. In my brothers' faces, my cousin's face, the faces of my dear friends. In the stars, in all the creatures who had remained near Aslan. In the grass and the earth I stood upon. I looked at my own hands and saw him there. And I could hear him, reverberating in everything that existed, a glad song. My senses had come alive with him, and I wept again, this time for the sheer feeling of love this filled me with. I couldn't think without Aslan in my thoughts, a gentle, wondrous presence that made me feel more alive than I had ever been.

I wept for joy and for sorrow, for those creatures who had chosen Aslan and for those who had rejected him. I wept for everything I had ever known and didn't know, for the pure wonder of it all. But my tears were small, barely noticeable, until Aslan turned away from the now closed Door and caught my gaze as he did so.

Do not fear to cry, Lucy, said his voice that echoed in everything like the most beautiful song in the world. Your tears are not wrong. Your tears are for all that is good in the worlds. And then he was gone, further up and further in, still singing in my mind and calling me to him.

I gladly followed.