Lucy watched the other kids as the raced about in the school yard during their recess. She hugged her books to her chest as her eyes changed the picture before her eyes. Instead of uniformed school children, running and chasing, she saw nymphs and fawns, dwarves and centaurs as they danced in the meadows. A small cry brought her mind back to the present. It never occurred to Lucy to get help as she went towards the cry. A small girl sat on the ground, her face red. Two boys, not much older, stood over her. One held out his hand.

It never occurred to her to be scared. Because what were to boys to the white witches entire army?

"This hardly seems fair." Lucy said, unconsciously using her 'other' voice. The one she used to command the respect and attention of marching armies.

The boys, bigger and meaner, turned to her but Lucy did not falter, because queens, no matter how small, were brave.

"What's it to you?" one of the boys demanded.

"It's something to me because no one should allow dark deeds to be done." She said calmly.

"What?" the kid asked.

"This is dumb." One boy said stepping forward to crowd Lucy, who just smiled her sunny smile up at him. He grew confused and angry when she didn't react as most kids and cower.

"Brat." He said, taking a swing that she calmly side stepped. She reached a hand out to the scared little girl and helped her to her feet.

"Are you hurt?" She asked, aware that the violent boy was stepping closer. Once more she ducked quickly and quickly sidestepped. With one hand to his back he went sprawling.

"Come." She said to the young girl, who slipped her hand into Lucy's. Together they walked out as the boy stood with the help of his friend. the brave little queen never looked back.