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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"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger." -Friedrich Nietzsche
Narnia, 1004
" What?! " Edmund and Peter exclaimed.
" You two stay behind, don't go near her. " Olivia warned, unsheathing her sword.
" So you can be frozen again? I don't think so. " Edmund pulled her by the shoulder.
" Don't worry. I have always got a card up my sleeve. " She jerked away from his grip, and before Edmund could think, Olivia was already running towards the princess, slashing all of the opposing soldiers she faced.
Edmund and Peter shared a look but quickly entered the battle, for they could not waste another second in some kind of mental discussion.
Olivia was fearless. Unstoppable with her sword, she was ruthless on the battlefield. The Princess was cold, turning the soldiers into ice, without second thinking if they were on her side or not.
Olivia and the princess had one thing in common: fatality. They killed and killed; the blood would spread on their clothes as they passed. The Queen lunged at the older Zartarian by her side, who tried dodging her blade but was useless.
Their gazes met on the battlefield, and the princess used her weapon to send an ice barricade towards Olivia. The girl barely dodged, but used the icy stacks in her favour to help her reach the princess quickly by gaining speed as she ran in the ice.
With a yell, Olivia went for a low strike, but the princess jumped over her blade and tried attacking the stomach. With the ice below her feet, Olivia slipped away at ease, using her hand to grab the Princess's foot and making her fall.
Olivia craved her sword on the ice so she would stop sliding. The Princess was quick on her feet, getting back up and moving to stab Olivia's face. Once, twice, the Queen dodged them all.
With a deft move, she lunged at the princess in a determined counterattack. Leaving a cut on her tight, Olivia rushed away as the princess sent another blast of ice in her direction.
The soldiers on Narnia's side were losing their breath, being turned into sheer ice and being frozen. Of course, some Zartarians were as well, but not as much. Despite that, Edmund and Peter were causing quite a damage on their side, killing many men.
Giving a fair amount of distance between her and the Princess, Olivia whistled and moved her finger, causing a rain of arrows to fly towards the Zartarian.
Gally, the Princess, managed to create an ice shield on top of her head but couldn't avoid the one arrow hitting her shoulder blade. The red-haired girl grunted as she pulled the bloody weapon out of her body, furious at Olivia.
Their swords clashed once again, making a high metallic sound echo throughout the battlefield. " I have had enough of you. " Hissed the princess.
" I can only say the same, mini Jadis. " Olivia pushed her blade away, kneeling and lunging at her neck.
