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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"For the record, I don't believe that I'm better than everyone else. Just that I'm better than you." - Wednesday Addams
Narnia, 2315
Narnia always astounded Olivia.
When she thought the land could not get any prettier, it managed to surprise her. She loved the Western Woods, and the reality of her ache faded away at the rustling of leaves and the familiar landscape.
She cherished her memories there. The long walks she had with Edmund, riding horses with him at sunrise. Sparing with him, the way he had cornered her and disarmed the girl, his blade against her neck.
Olivia could still remember the feeling of the whispers against her skin, the way he had murmured " I win. " against her neck, the butterflies roaming in her stomach as he let his blade fall to the ground and kiss her right there, his hand cupping her cheek and the other on her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck.
The girl tugged on her husband's hand, and as they shared a look, she saw how he vividly remembered it too. Olivia winked at him, and he moved even closer to her, his step not faltering.
"You and I should repeat that little duel again," He grinned, his voice barely above a whisper. "Especially the ending."
"You're a tease." Olivia said, grabbing his mouth and pressing a quick kiss against his lips. "But I will gladly accept that invitation." She said with a smirk. "At another time."
Edmund pouted. "I will remember that." He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"I hope you do." She giggled.
Those kinds of walks were usually long and tiring. This one wouldn't be much different. But none of them minded because everyone missed Narnia. And Trumpkin was used to it.
They had a little argument about who should lead the way: Trumpkin or Peter. Olivia had said she should be the one guiding them, but in the end, Peter won with the classic argument, "I'm the High King." They all swore, sometimes, Peter only used that argument to make them angry.
But, he took the lead, nevertheless. And after hours of walking, Susan, whose legs were growing awfully tired, decided to speak up: "I don't remember this way." She said.
The objective was to reach the Narnians, who were gathered in Aslan's how, by the old stone table, the place where Aslan himself had been resurrected due to the deep magic. First, they had to reach the fords of Beruna (which Trumpkin corrected them, saying it was now the bridge of Beruna), cross the river, and head northwest.
"That's the problem with girls." Peter grinned jokingly. "You can't carry a map in your heads."
"That's because our heads have something in them." Lucy retorted, earning a snort out of Olivia.
