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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"Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist." ― Pablo Picasso
Narnia, 2315
"It's only a matter of time. Miraz's men and war machines are on their way. That means those same men aren't protecting the castle."
The meeting was taking place in the room of the stone table. Each different kind of Narnian chose their generals to represent them in the meeting so they could discuss their next step and how to proceed with the war banging at their door.
It hadn't been planned; an emergency meeting, which meant it was more in haste, and everyone was a bit lost. But Peter already seemed to have a plan figured out while Olivia sat in a corner, thinking and playing with her dagger.
"What do you propose we do, your majesty?" Asked Reepicheep, representing the mice in the meeting, who had agreed to follow the steps of High King Peter and Queen Olivia no matter what.
"We need to get ready for–" "To start planning for–" Peter and Caspian spoke simultaneously, earning a groan from Edmund, who knew Peter disliked Caspian and wouldn't budge to listen to him.
High King Peter sent the Telmarine the dirtiest look he had ever received. Caspian darted a little under his fierce gaze and nodded at him, giving him way to speak. Peter raised his chin lightly as if the permission hadn't been required.
"Our only hope is to strike them before they strike us."
"That's crazy! No one has taken that castle before." Caspian spoke angrily, taking a step towards Peter.
"There's a first time for everything," Olivia said from her corner, her gaze never leaving the Kirke dagger in her fingers.
"We'll have the element of surprise," Trumpkin added, earning a fierce nod from Peter.
"But we have the advantage here!" Caspian insisted.
Susan rose from her seat behind Caspian. "If we dig in, we could probably hold them off indefinitely."
Peter gulped. He wasn't mad at Susan for not choosing the same side as his, merely sad. The approval of his family meant a lot to him, despite acting as if it didn't. His heart shattered a little at the sight of his sister standing behind the Telmarine.
"I, for one, feel safer underground." Said Trufflehunter.
"Look," Peter stepped forward, taking a deep breath. "I appreciate what you've done here, but this isn't a fortress. It's a tomb."
This time, Edmund chipped in. "Yes. And, if they're smart, the Telmarines will just wait and starve us out." He argued.
"Except they aren't smart. They're dumb." Olivia argued. "They will choose violence."
