It really makes my heart swell, you know, to hear you thanking me like that. Really. Thank you. Keep writing, keep reading, and keep reading Lady Alambiel's fanfiction. (I just had to put that in, didn't I? I do mean it though.)

I look forward to reading more of your stories.

And the name Lucy means light, which is exactly what the owner of its namesake loves Aslan for most and brings to everyone around her.

Perhaps read this chapter over again and fix the few typos that there are. Also, what is the name of the this chapter? I prefer 'The Daughter and the Star' but I would like 2 know what it was supposed to be. Good work, though! Keep writing!

Do you know, I have a pomegranate tree in my backyard? Also, you said 'a table' instead of 'at table'. Keep writing!

It's me again! Hi! Finally! *laughs and smiles delightedly* Yes, I'm back! Hello, BrokenKestral. :-D

P.S. You may want to read this chapter over again and fix the typos and such. No offense, though! :)

I'm both sad and happy that it's finished now - sad because it's over, happy because I liked the ending.
I'm glad that it was about Eustace as well as Lucy, because it couldn't have been easy returning to England after being Un-dragoned. And I like the idea that the Pevensies have sort of passed the baton to Eustace, with them encouraging him every step of the way. And I especially loved Lucy's letter at the end. It almost made me cry.
"Do you remember it? It would break your heart, though it was not sad. Remember that."
So THAT's where Lewis got it from.
On a more personal note, this might just be my favorite chapter because of what being "Aslan's own" in this world means to me. It's definitely hard, being a Narnian here, when people like Aunt Alberta discourage us from time to time. But it's good to remember that He gives us friends and fellow Narnians too. Besides, we are never really alone.
And thank you very much for writing the entire story! I appreciate your love and respect for Lewis' work, and all the care you put into writing this. It's been very fun following the fic's progression. I look forward to reading more of your writing. Oh, and, I'd love it if you did something for The Horse and His Boy! But you should probably finish all the other stuff you've planned first ;)

I don't want this to be the last chapter either...but all stories have to end, until we come to the Great Story that Has No End...(Borrowing from a different book, Sam Gamgee said the great tales never end, people just come and go in the telling...)

"Revert to normal" - Aunt Alberta...do you understand you are the ONLY person who thinks this is a bad change? Well, maybe "They" at the Animal House were disappointed, but no, they probably didn't care - use Eustace, pick on Eustace, it's all one...Honoring authorities who are in the wrong...never an easy thing, and when it's so close too home on essentially every single point...I can't imagine. I'm glad Lucy left the note for him.

I'm glad I could help with the story - it really helped me dig deeper into VODT than before, so thank you for writing it - you did all the hard work :)

Oh...this chapter is so sad, and then happy - no, happy doesn't begin to cover it - glimpses of joy beyond all mortal thought can imagine...

And then, back in Cambridge. The contrast was excellent. Every touch of the sublime, here on earth, is followed by something mundane - sometimes very unpleasant mundane...

Their landing in Aslan's Country, beat for beat, is an allegory of John 21, after Jesus gave his disciples a miraculous catch of fish, He gave them breakfast...(alright, there's no restoration of someone falling away...brain is trying to shoehorn Susan in here...). Then, Lucy asks after Eustace's well-being, just as Peter did for John...and Aslan tells her not to be too concerned about it. He takes care of his own.

"It lies across a river. But do not fear that, for I am the Great Bridge Builder." This is one of my favourite quotes...

I feel very sad now, but also excited for the next (last?) chapter.
Hmm... WHY Caspian acted so? I've thought about that a while ago, actually, and believe it or not, I came up with the same reason as the one you put in this story.
"The desire to be with them, her and her brother, legends from a former time, and creating a legend together. It was everything he had desired since he was a child, she knew."
I love how the word "legend" immediately made me think of Meeting the Legends, and how that ties up. And I really liked this (mostly because Caspian is my favorite character):
'"Yes," said Caspian with a sob, and Lucy suddenly saw the little boy again, wondering if he would be sufficient to be a king, leaning on his friends, "but this is sooner."'
*tears up*

This last part of the Dawn Treader is...it's hard for me to say anything about it. Like the light as one draws to the Eastern Edge of the World, it's almost unbearable in its beauty and brightness. Yet, like the water Caspian wasn't sure wouldn't kill him, I long for it as well.

We're coming close to what Lucy was longing for at the beginning of the story - her true home. She (and Edmund and Eustace) will see it for a moment, but they aren't ready to stay...not yet. And I think this preparatory part is drawing that out. The desire to be with Christ "is far better" (Phillipians 1:23) and yet that is not our decision, but God's.

I'm not sure there's anything quite as large-scale and dramatic as the drinkable light in our world, but there is that longing that nothing in this world can satisfy. And though we are in this world, we are not of the world, and that longing is from God to remind us that this is not our true home. (Lewis writes about this near the end of Mere Christianity.)

I can't remember where exactly ...but I think Lewis wrote something about shades of meaning in the word "my". You can attach that word to anything from shoes to God. But though the same two letters, the implication is quite different. Maybe this is somewhere in the Screwtape Letters, and Uncle Screwtape is saying to have the patient forget that there are such shades of meaning. I think this is clearer if you think about an address such as "my lord". Being American and no aristocratic associations, I think of "my lord" as an address to a superior. Yet Caspian addressed Lord Bern as "my Lord". His lord, his obedient subject...so we can't own stars, but if you have a favorite constellation, I don't think there's anything wrong with saying "my" star...

I know Lucy wouldn't know the fate of the sailor who stayed on Ramandu's island, but we know he went to Calormen (deliberately). Just before he was a dragon, Eustace thought about trying to get the dragon treasure to Calormen, saying it was the "least phony" of the countries (also the one where he might have been sold as a slave, but never mind). I don't know why, it just struck me that we get a glimpse of what Eustace used to be, and so see how far Eustace has come. Now he's seeking the Eastern Edge of the World, and his only questions are about the nature of stars (his old interest in science is now a search for knowledge instead of seeking to impress and control...).

I am so in love with this chapter! Again, there's quite a lot of Lewis, and it's a pleasure to read it alongside your more detailed focus on Lucy's point of view. I liked that little flashback about fairytales - I've been wondering for some time how they might have ended up telling Caspian about it.
I also enjoyed how you explored Edmund a little bit here! Not so much that it became distracting, but just enough that it adds the right amount of MORE to what Lewis already gave us. And, of course, that neat piece of foreshadowing at the end. ;)

How are we on chapter 20 and almost to the edge of the world already!?

Eustace has changed a lot...it's really wonderful to see. He's learned both courtesy and courage.

What a feast...and they daren't eat it, though it turns out to be Aslan's own table. They do dare to stay at least...I wonder how often we shy away from God's blessings through fear? (Probably more than I want to think about)

About the munchies...strange...when I think of the Muses, I think of the Greeks and fruits like grapes and pomegranates...but you're right, not good for writing. So eating the food of the Muses is unhelpful for calling the Muses...that's confusing...:D

"She didn't write much in her diary about the Dark Island, knowing that fear was not a thing to dwell on, for it often lies and to dwell on the lies is often to start believing in them." I need to remember this...a lot. It's one thing to record the darkness to serve as a contrast to the light, another to revel in the darkness...

1 John 4:18 says, "There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment." Easy to see the last part in poor Lord Rhoop, and the whole crew's reaction (except Reepicheep). And the only thing that could cast off their fear, and lead them out of it, was Love Itself, Aslan. (I wonder how the lords' ship got out of there though? Maybe Lord Rhoop took a small boat and the other lords went around the darkness in the ship?). And in addition to the physical light, this crew is likely enough the first time Lord Rhoop had ever heard of Aslan, too.

Reepicheep is the only one who has no fear, and he is a bit...some might say caustic to his friends' caution (timidity, if you like). I think you can argue about his exact tact, but if you want to allegorize, he's being salt, in love, calling his friends to courage, which isn't always done with softness...but Lucy's silent plea for him to have mercy on those who still have fear is well worth remembering also (like Edmund being a better, more patient teacher for Eustace than Reepicheep).

This was such a beautiful chapter to read, even if (or especially because) you take a lot from the books. I think your writing blends very well with Lewis'!