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called_lioness" When Adam's flesh and Adam's bone
Sits at Cair Parvel in throne,
The evil time will be over and done"
-The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
There is a prophecy.
Two Sons of Adam. Two Daughters of Eve.
No more.
No less.
Lucy is last born, and the day she emerges from her mother's cunt with two screams--one that's her mother's, and one that's hers, through mucus that's cleared away and blood--it's like a lion's roar.
Her father comments on it, how loudly they both cried, that he heard them out in the hall--they didn't let fathers in, not back then--and she sounded fierce.
She sounded determined, his youngest child, his younger daughter, his little Light did.
She sounded like she would take on the world--or one, anyway--and win.
He names her Lucy, for Light.
She shines with her smile in the darkest places.
She is fierce, and rides to war, a queen.
She shoots down a man, and watches the life drain out of his eyes, and the blood out of his chest, and she smiles grimly.
Fiercely.
She sits on her throne, and dances in court, and laughs and smiles.
And something in her roars.
There is a prophecy.
She puts it finally into the last stage of motion.
She wouldn’t know how to do otherwise.
[192 Words]
Sits at Cair Parvel in throne,
The evil time will be over and done"
-The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
There is a prophecy.
Two Sons of Adam. Two Daughters of Eve.
No more.
No less.
Lucy is last born, and the day she emerges from her mother's cunt with two screams--one that's her mother's, and one that's hers, through mucus that's cleared away and blood--it's like a lion's roar.
Her father comments on it, how loudly they both cried, that he heard them out in the hall--they didn't let fathers in, not back then--and she sounded fierce.
She sounded determined, his youngest child, his younger daughter, his little Light did.
She sounded like she would take on the world--or one, anyway--and win.
He names her Lucy, for Light.
She shines with her smile in the darkest places.
She is fierce, and rides to war, a queen.
She shoots down a man, and watches the life drain out of his eyes, and the blood out of his chest, and she smiles grimly.
Fiercely.
She sits on her throne, and dances in court, and laughs and smiles.
And something in her roars.
There is a prophecy.
She puts it finally into the last stage of motion.
She wouldn’t know how to do otherwise.
[192 Words]
