wis·dom
/ˈwizdəm/
noun
the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.
Narnia had always been a free country, until she came along. Jadis was the devil in disguise, and she brought to the kingdom an eternal...
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"It is never too late to be what you might have been." - George Eliot
England, 1940 / Narnia, 1000
Soon enough, the five children found themselves in the upstairs spare bedroom, knocking on the damp wood of the wardrobe. Edmund and Susan were covered by hitting on the entire thing and found nothing unusual, except the normal echoes it made (and was supposed to). Not a signal of a magic land.
Surely, none of them actually believed in Lucy. But they did it so they had a plausible explanation to give to the little one. Logic could sometimes prove helpful.
"Lucy, the only wood in here is the back of the wardrobe." Explained the older sister.
"One game at a time, Lu. We don't all have your imagination." Peter signed, trying to be as gentle as one could be.
The four oldest started heading for the door when Lucy exclaimed: "But I wasn't imagining!"
"That's enough, Lucy." Susan cut her sister off. Olivia gulped, seeing her sad face of Lucy. Had she ever felt so guilty? Lucy was a mere child, one with imagination. Yes, the nerves of the four Pevensies were at their limit. Still, Olivia couldn't help and be sad about the poor girl.
Perhaps she saw a little of herself in Lucy, a hopeful young girl with an imagination that was not accepted by others. Olivia could still clearly remember the day she invited the girl from the house two streets away to play; once Olivia had suggested a mystical scenario to play, the girl laughed in her face and told her to grow up. People said one should learn from their mistakes, and she did. Olivia learned never to invite that little girl with the pink bow to play again.
"I wouldn't lie about this!" The young girl exclaimed, small tears pooling in her eyes.
"Well, I believe you." Edmund shrugged. Olivia glared at him, knowing Edmund felt her gaze on his back. She knew the boy was up to no good and would only worsen matters.
"You do?" Lucy asked, furrowing her brows. Of all her three siblings, Edmund was the least likely to side with her. Naturally, she had reason to be confused and surprised.
"Yeah, of course. Didn't I tell you about the football field on the cupboards?" The young boy joked with a grin. Olivia facepalmed.
"Will you just stop?" Peter said, stepping forward to his brother. "You just have to make everything worse, don't you?"
"It was just a joke!" Edmund defended himself. Olivia left the scene quietly, feeling it wasn't her place to be. None of the Pevensies saw her sneak away, which was probably for the best.
"When are you going to learn to grow up?" Peter asked tiredly.
And that was when Edmund fully snapped. "Shut up! You think you're dad, but you're not!" The young boy sped out of the room.
