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This is not how this is supposed to go, Lucy thinks she can hear all of Narnia screaming as she walks up to the lionskin they'd pulled off the poor, sweet donkey. Despite the horror in her hands, a part of her still sings as she touches the fur and feels how familiar it is beneath her fingers.

She stands in the stable, hears the calamity outside--they were supposed to save Narnia, weren't they? Was that not what she'd been called here for once more?

It had to be; Aslan might be gone, but he must have had a plan, a will for them to fulfill.

She lifted the pelt up to the flickering firelight that crept into the stable and really looked at it.

Aslan had called her a lionness once, long ago; maybe this time he meant for her to take it literally.

With a deep breath, Lucy swung the pelt around her shoulders and then stalked out of the stable on velvety paws.

With or without Aslan literally being beside her, Lucy will save Narnia.