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 is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for." -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
Narnia, 2315
Waking up in solid arms wasn't in Olivia's expectations.
It was a bit of a shock when Olivia opened her eyes and saw Edmund's beautiful freckled face. Of course, not that she disliked it; in fact, Olivia loved waking up next to him. It was something she missed from back her glory days in Narnia.
Her hand reached out, cupping his cheek in her hand as her icy eyes gleamed with a tiny spark. She smiled a little and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
A crackling noise came from her left, startling Olivia as she rolled around to face the source of the sound. Lucy had also awakened, looking at her sides as she brought herself upwards.
"Susan." She whispered. "Wake up."
Susan didn't open her eyes but instead, let out a small groan. "Certainly, Lu. Whatever you like." The Gentle Queen replied in a slight murmur, rolling to her side.
Lucy rolled her eyes, sleep escaping her body. Dreaming about Aslan was always enough to keep her awake. The girl could still feel the soft fur of the lion, the way his golden mane shook in the wind. She missed Aslan. They all did.
The twig snapped again, earning a confused glance between the two Queens. Lucy and Olivia had a great connection, so with a mere nod, they both got to their feet and grabbed their weapons, leaving the rest behind. Olivia didn't even grab her cane, but it was alright; she had spent two years in Finchley without it and swimming; what would be a mere moment not having her cane?
They moved along the trees, Lucy carefully touching their trunks and begging for them to wake up, to move, to show any sign of life. Her heart was sinking, but she didn't show it to Olivia.
Olivia heard a growling sound coming from their left, making the two girls take a few steps forward as Lucy called Aslan's name. The mind of the Warrior Queen went blurry as she felt an arm wrap around her mouth and bring her down to the ground with gentleness.
She elbowed their side, only to see Peter silently groaning as he let go of Lucy as well. 'Sorry', Olivia mouthed, but Peter just brushed it away with his hand; he knew Olivia would likely hit him, but he needed to be silent at the moment. High King Peter raised his brows and made a signal with his hands, which meant 'Minotaur'.
During their Golden Age, Olivia had learned sign language and taught it to the Pevensies, an easy way for them to communicate when they could not be heard. It proved very practical in many situations, and this was one.
Lucy peeked up from her spot and nodded her head. There was a Minotaur there, then. Minotaurs were dangerous, for back in their days, they had sided with the White Witch and were very clearly against the reign of the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve.
