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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"If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up." -J.M. Power
Narnia, 2315
The happiness of the youngest was ruined by the oldest.
Susan and Peter seemed to be true party poopers, for they recently seemed to be causing too many headaches.
Peter now got into fights every single day- it became a routine. He would get into a fight with many boys, and Edmund and Olivia would charge right in and save his arse from going to the hospital. It resulted in even some times Lucy entering the fights to save the others because there were just too many for them to take on.
That resulted in several broken noses, bloody lips and black eyes, and Olivia had to start wearing makeup to cover her injuries. Edmund would have a ( verbal ) fight with Peter at home, screaming about his irresponsibility and how he needed to stop the fights because he and Olivia were sick of getting caught in the consequences of his actions.
And then, there was Susan. Poor and logical Susan. Every time they tried to talk about Narnia, Susan would sign and say that they needed to move on, that they needed to get used to living in Finchley.
And it had been a whole year. A whole year listening to Susan trying to get over and forget Narnia and one year of defending Peter in his fights. It got tiring. Olivia and Edmund turned fifteen, and they tried to make the best out of their moments.
It was the fifth day of October, a day with school in 1942. It was nighttime, and Olivia was fast asleep in her bed. She twisted her head up and down, moving her blanket uncomfortably. And that was all due to a nightmare disguised as a dream.
She found herself in an unfamiliar grey ground. Olivia touched the floor, and the hard material of rocks and the soft dust brushed her fingers in a caress. Despite being a dream, it felt very much real.
The girl looked at herself but realised she was transparent- invisible, as if she weren't truly there. She was too confused to keep pondering upon it when a man with a jovial face, black hair, and beard, wearing an old medieval-looking armour, rushed through the corridor she was in with desperation. He rushed, and several other soldiers did as well. None of them noticed her.
She ran after them, making sense that she was in a castle. They were all quick, and Olivia lost track after losing her breath. She panted, supporting her invisible arms on her invisible knees.
The girl got herself back to normal and looked to her left and right at the unexplored castle ground. That architecture and material were surely not Narnian, she could tell, for Narnia used soft colours in their constructions, such as white and beige. This wasn't Archenland either, for they used vibrant colours, like yellow and green.
Calamari had everything draped in gold, for they were very big showoffs. Bellon liked the colours brown and silver, and their architecture consisted of high ceilings; this was too short for it to be from Bellon. The only Kingdom she could think of was Garnoff, which made the most sense.
