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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"Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt." ― Sun Tzu
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Narnia, 1004
They spent two hours riding horses without stopping.
They had only stopped when Olivia commanded, with her saying that was the place of the war. Large mountains and various cliffs surrounded the area the battle would be. It was a path filled with obstacles and way too much green. Sun was out in the sky; no clouds were in sight.
Olivia got off Horacia, her horse, and the boys did the same. They each placed their crowns on the bags by the side of their respective horses, for they could not fight battles wearing crowns. Edmund looked around, seeing nobody but the three of them.
"Olivia." Edmund spoke, squinting his eyes due to the sun. "I see no armies from the other Kingdoms."
"They'll be here. Don't worry." The girl responded simply, dismissing his concern.
Peter grabbed his binoculars, a modern invention back from their world Susan had helped the Narnians build. "They're coming. Sources were correct; the Princess and The King are coming with five hundred men."
Peter was incredible with math; his quick counting was fascinating, an ability to envy. After all, there was a reason for him to be head of the Narnian statics.
"Great."
"Yet, I see no armies." Edmund rose his brow.
Olivia turned to him with pleading eyes. She cupped his face in her hands, staring at Edmund's beautiful freckled face. She gently brushed his hair away from his forehead, and Edmund felt like he was in heaven.
Never mind where they were. Never mind an army was approaching them. Olivia was holding his face, touching his skin so gently he thought he might fade away. The boy held her waist, trying to get somehow closer to her.
"Do you trust me?" Olivia whispered.
" Yes, always. " Edmund responded, almost pleadingly. I really want to kiss you.
Olivia was leaning in, their lips mere inches away. But she remembered last morning when Edmund woke her up the previous morning and left her, how he would always somehow avoid her. He does not like you. He does not like you.
"Then, please, hide." She whispered, removing her hands from his face.
It almost stung, as if she had finally allowed herself to let him go. Her hands felt empty without the warmth of his skin, weird and unsettling.
Edmund felt like his heart was shattering, the pieces crumbling into a pit in his stomach. He never dared to act with her. But, as he felt his skin go cold without the contact of her soft hands, he finally did.
