A/N – So, here we are! The beginning of another journey! I've played with the ages a bit, so if you don't care for it don't read it. But! Here they are: Lucy-19, Edmund-20, Susan-22, Peter-23, Caspian-21. I hope you like it and please don't hesitate to ask questions or leave reviews! Thank you! (:

Infallible

Chapter One – Memory's Siren Song

Some months after their last trip to Narnia and replacing Caspian's throne, Lucy had tried to convince herself that she would eventually forget the adventures they'd had. That the rumbling growl of Aslan's voice would fade in her mind like a fragmented dream. That the sound of the nymphs and dryads singing in silken, lilting voices would dissipate in her memory as she grew older. That all those years growing up as Queen Lucy the Valiant and learning what it was to lead hundreds of thousands of subjects meant nothing. That the woman she became in Narnia would not be the woman she would become in England.

She tried; because living in a world where none of those things existed and having only memories made England seem dull and gray and pointless. And to Lucy, it was. Nothing could ever compare with the salty sweet tang of the ocean breeze at Cair Paravel. She missed it constantly, and wanted to hear those pounding, heady songs that set her blood afire and made her skin tingle. Wanted to dance among the fawns and centaurs with abandon until the sun rose, to smile and laugh with people she cared for and relish in the chase of a hunt.

But the things that surrounded her were buildings, not trees, and they didn't sing to her. The people around her were horrid and grumpy, aside from Edmund, and even he was losing patience with her constant wistful sighing. Peter and Susan were living elsewhere, in a safe home that seemed impossibly far away, and despite the fact that they wrote to her and Ed, it wasn't the same. Planes constantly flew overhead and roared in her ears like some ungodly beast, and the unending rain served to drown her spirits even further.

And, just when she thought she'd hit bottom, the dreams came, right after her nineteenth birthday. Silver-spun memories that flashed and sprang in her head like a crouching feline, all from a time when she was the woman she wanted to be. She remembered turning nineteen in Narnia; she'd been able to outclass any man with either dagger or sword—except Edmund, a fact he had always enjoyed. But in England, she was a misplaced young woman with blue eyes that always seemed just as distant as the sky. At first, when she'd realized this she was angry at herself for becoming so forlorn—but that changed into determination as her dreams continued. She would be that fierce queen she was in Narnia, and nothing would stop her.

She begged and begged until Edmund agreed to practice swordplay with her—he'd only agreed because he'd thought she might let that Narnia business go. For once, she'd beaten him, relying on memory alone. She was panting and sweating in ways a lady shouldn't, but proper etiquette be damned, because she was having the time of her life.

Edmund stared up at her from the ground, sweating just as hard as she was. Her make-shift 'sword' was still at his throat. "Lu, how did you do that?" He seemed befuddled.

She smiled innocently, something she'd started doing when she was young that always seemed to keep her out of trouble. She tossed the stick aside and reached her hand out to him. "Memory, Edmund." Lucy clarified with a twinkle of her eye.

He playfully swatted her hand away and jumped up. "What's that supposed to mean, then?"

Silly King. Lucy thought as she leaned back against a tree, wiping at her brow and pushing the hair out of her eyes. The family they stayed with, the Burrages, owned a small plot of land that stretched behind their home, and it was covered in thick trees and foliage. Sometimes she came here to think, or just to calm down after one of her dreams. They'd chosen to go deep within the tiny forest and spar; it would be difficult to explain her—and Edmund's old-world abilities. "Well, it just means that I remember being able to fight when we were in Narnia, and I suppose I still remember now, even though it's been ages."

Edmund crossed his arms. "You're still on about that, are you?" He was often blunt with his words, and usually Lucy was ready for it, but his ungaurded criticism caused a pang in her chest. His dark eyes stared hard at her, and Lucy was reminded of just how tall he'd gotten in the past years.

"Yes, I'm still on that, Ed! I can't just forget about something like that." She said indignantly, crossing her arms right back at him. "Narnia—"

He almost glared at her, and cut her off with a sharp movement of his hand. "It's been five years since then, Lu! You have to let it go!" He shook his head. "You can't keep deluding yourself by thinking that we'll go back anytime soon. You have a life here, and you need to realize that this is reality. Stop believing that he'll come back for us, because he won't!"

She hadn't realized that her behavior was so noticeable. Still, his words hurt, and she felt her eyes sting. Not once had she stopped believing in Aslan, and it didn't matter if ten years had passed since she'd had any sign, she would never stop hoping. Aslan was there. He always was. "No, Edmund! I won't pretend that none of what we all did is over now! It happened for a reason. I've been having dreams of our lives in Narnia. There must be a reason, I know it." She felt the tears burning, and swallowed hastily.

She felt hands on her shoulders. "Lucy, you've been having dreams?" Edmund always got like this, when he was deadly serious.

"Yes Ed, I told you, about our lives before. The first time we went to Narnia." Lucy said, lowering her voice to a whisper.

He leaned back, his breath leaving him in a sigh. "So have I." He looked tired, exhausted.

"Ed, tell me you're not just making that up." She said, a sort of hope rising like fire in her chest, so strong that she feared her heart would beat out of her chest.

He'd frozen, his dark eyes rooted on something to her left.

"What is it?" She whispered, turning her head around. "Ed—"

"The Stag, Lucy." And then he was running, and Lucy had to fight to keep up as the foliage caught on her skirt. She tore through it, ignoring the pain and trying to follow Edmund's dark shape as he ran ahead of her. She caught a glimpse of the pale fur, bounding effortlessly ahead of them into the trees. Strange, as they ran it occurred to her that they should have run out of forest by now.

"Ed, wait up!" She called, reaching out to the grey sweater he wore.

He tossed a glance over his shoulder. "Come on, Lu!" Her heart pounded hard as her feet slammed heavily into the ground, soaked through with dew. A strange whisper raised the hair on her arms.

The ground dropped out from under them, and a scream escaped her. "Edmund!" They fell through the green trees silently, and the weightless air surrounding them almost made up for the bone-jarring impact of hitting the swaying gold grasses below.

Lucy sighed gratefully when blessed blackness covered her like a silk blanket, cool and welcoming. The few dreams that she had were hazy and lucid. But the rumble that vibrated her entire being was not a dream.

"Dear One. Never doubt your heart."

"Lucy? Are you alright? Lucy!"

There was a familiar warmth to that voice that she instantly likened to, and found her eyes opening. Heated golden eyes met hers, made heavier with their intensity. "Lucy, do you remember me?"

A tickle of hair upon her cheek made her realize how close that voice was. Her body hurt, ached with the force of the hit. Her eyes focused a litle more. Warm fingers touched the side of her face, lingering on her temple. "Lucy, please. Are you alright?" His voice was deeper than she remembered.

Her heart stuttered. "Caspian?"

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