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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"There's no place like home." - Dorothy
Narnia, 2315
The sun had reached its peak in the sky, alerting the coming of noon.
Olivia found a stick and a ground filled with sand. She made an improvised and old kind of clock, creating a line on the ground and placing the stick right in the middle. The placing of the shadows reflecting upon the wood in the line would indicate the hours correctly.
It was an old tactic she had learned from her grandfather, one of his many pointers. Time is important, he would say, you can never lose track, or you lose your mind. You must always know where you are, when you are.
The air around them, which had once been cheery, was now sad and sombre with the dawning realisation of their destroyed castle/home. Olivia's mind kept twisting as the memories recoiled in her mind, her walks in the garden with Lucy, her practices with Oreius. It was gone.
Returning to the role of the Wise King Edmund had been, the boy gave himself no time for sentimentalism and turned to seek a cause for those ruins. Had it been the passing of time or an attack? He honestly didn't know what he hoped for the reason to be.
He kneeled beside a rock, running his hand over it. It was too large to be natural, there were no large rocks in Cair Paravel. Its size was perfect for a catapult, bringing what he wouldn't like to know to the surface.
"Catapults." He sighed. Olivia went ahead with his siblings, looking at him confusedly.
"What?" Peter asked from his brother's behind.
"This didn't just happen. Cair Paravel was attacked."
Olivia sighed. She offered her hand to Edmund and helped the boy get up from the ground. Hand-in-hand, they continued their search. Edmund placed the little golden knight in his bag, and they followed their brother.
Peter had found a familiar branch. He looked up, seeing it led from the big apple Orchard they had found at the beginning of their search. It felt odd to him; walking in the grass of where had once been his home. He had made that same path so many times, but it was before rushing to a meeting in a corridor or pacing from side to side in the war room.
He shook those thoughts out of his head and grabbed the branch, taking it off his path. Edmund saw what he was doing, and helped him move the heavy wall guarded by the large amount of ivy to the side.
It revealed a large wooden door, and Olivia, who had appeared from behind the boys with their sisters, tugged on the doorknob. "Locked." She said simply.
"Not the problem." Edmund said. "The wood's rotten; we can just pull on the little strikes until there is space for a hand and to open from the inside."
