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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"To die will be an awfully big adventure." ― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
Narnia, 2315
If you find yourself lost, seek help in nature.
That is what Olivia thought. Whenever her mind wandered, flowers and leaves made her come back to her senses and lighten her mood. And this was no different. The Pevensies always said there was a first time for everything.
Olivia just didn't know how it would truly feel to lose her first battle. She was a strategist, a researcher and a warrior. She was raised and matured as a person that couldn't accept defeat. It was much harder to understand the concept of loss than it seemed.
The Warrior Queen sat, her knees brushing the soft pink petals of the blooming roses, swinging easily side to side with the gentle wind caressing her face. If there was a refuge for Olivia, it was nature.
She laid down, the roses covering her body as she shut her eyes. A golden clasp of aura covered her entirety, the gentle caress of magic flowing in her veins.
When her eyes opened again, Olivia was no longer in a field of pink roses near Aslan's how but in an area of tall grass with the mighty lion himself staring down at her. In the distance, she could notice a swingset on a hill tied to a tree; tulips appeared near her feet in different colours and sizes. A magical place she could have only dreamed about.
"Aslan?" She called, her voice barely above a whisper. The great lion chuckled as if it were an old inside joke.
"It is I, child." He spoke, his tender voice making leaves fly around his golden mane. "Rise. You and I need to have a chat."
Olivia got up, Aslan moving and sitting by her side. His gaze was focused on the beyond, where the sun was setting and giving the sky tones of orange and purple, a beautiful contrast.
It was all so peaceful– too peaceful, even. The low chipper of birds, the windmill in the distance, the tulips rising from nothing. A picnic set next to the swing, pomegranates decorating the leaves of the short trees. A perfect scenario, straight out of a dream. Colours she had never seen before, vivid yellows and dark greens. Olivia wished to rest here forever.
"Is this heaven, Aslan?" She questioned. Despite never stepping foot in this enchanting place, it seemed familiar, as if it called out and drew her near.
The lion smiled in his own way. Olivia didn't know if lions could smile, but Aslan managed to do something similar. "Do you like it?"
"I love it." She chuckled, at a loss of words. "I want to stay here forever. With Edmund. And Lucy. And Peter. Everyone, truly."
Aslan nodded. "I knew you'd say that." He answered mysteriously. "And do you know why this place seems so... heavenly, as you described?"
