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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"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." - Luna Lovegood
Narnia, 2315
Slumber was underrated.
That was a certainty. Olivia didn't realise she was sleepy until she lay on the ground, wrapped her arms around Edmund and immediately began dreaming.
Her dream was an unusual one. She was still in Narnia, that bit was obvious, but she was no longer with the Pevensies. Edmund wasn't sleeping by her side, Trumpkin was not snoring loudly, and Peter wasn't rolling in the grass as he tried to catch his sleep.
But, instead, by her side was the Prince boy from all those chapters ago, the one she had the weird and vivid dream about, the one with the professor. He had a focused look on his face, and relief was evident when she appeared.
"Hi?" She greeted confusedly. "Where are we? And, uh— how in the hell did I end up here?"
The boy widened his eyes and shook his head. "Right. I assume you are confused." He murmured. "It is, honestly, a very long story, but I do not have much time."
"Well, can't you make some?" asked Olivia.
"I really can't." He said, and thunderous cheering and shouting came from behind them. The girl raised her brow, reminding herself of when she and Edmund once passed by a concert as they walked to the public library. The sounds were the same.
"I need your help." He said, grabbing her by the shoulders. Olivia glared at him, and the boy immediately took his hands off. He cleared his throat. "I am Caspian the Tenth, Prince of Telmar and rightful heir to the throne. According to the deep magic and the sacred Law, you, my friend, are my protector."
Olivia raised her eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
He hissed. "I thought this would be confusing. "The boy moved his hand to his jaw. "Alright, alright. Do you remember, just two nights ago, appearing in the castle and helping me to get out of there?"
Olivia nodded her head. "Oh, I very much remember."
"Great. Do you know how you appeared there?"
"Not a clue."
The boy, Caspian, signed. "When you came here that night, it meant you accepted a calling. A calling is something any Narnian can do, a way to summon a King or Queen of old. If the said King or Queen accepts such a call, they agree to become the protector of the one who summoned them forth. It was a law created after your disappearance. But it had never been used before. The Narnians thought it was just a legend."
The Warrior Queen took a moment to digest it. "Huh?" She clicked her tongue and licked her lips. "So, you are saying, by going to sleep, I will meet you wherever you are and need to save you?" Much too confusing. Did the boy simply expect the information to enter her mind with a snap of fingers?
