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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"Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it's way back to you." ― Ranata Suzuki
Narnia, 2315
The Kings limped their way back to their sides.
Edmund and Olivia hurried towards Peter, helping him walk back to where there was a small rocky seat so Peter could take a little rest. Susan gulped as she watched her brother groan at every step he made, feeling bad for his injuries and noble sacrifices. Caspian hurried and grabbed his helmet that lay mid-battlefield, directing a nasty look at his uncle.
"Lucy?!" Questioned the High King desperately. That was the love of a brother; he was bleeding all over, injuries marking his entire body, and sweat dripping down his cheeks, yet the first thing that came to mind was his sister.
"She got through," Reassured Susan. "With a little help." Her gaze moved to Caspian, who adjusted his posture lightly.
Peter let out a relieved breath. Something that seemed impossible in circumstances like those. "Thanks."
"Well, you were busy."
He nodded, moving his gaze back to Susan. "You better get up there... just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word."
The Kings and Queens of old were family. Olivia may not have been related by blood, but it was almost as if she did because they all loved her and were concerned equally. And despite their uncommon conditions ( which are ruling Kingdoms and leading wars at young ages ), they were like all families, and no one liked when a member went to a war or a battle; but it was just another Monday for them. It was funny to think about how they got used to being involved in such matters at that point.
Susan merely nodded, moving to hug her brother, who hissed in pain. "Sorry," She mumbled, gently pulling away.
"It's all right," Peter responded sincerely. It felt like a good kind of pain.
"Be careful," Susan warned, rushing back inside the how. Peter looked at Olivia as if he wanted her to go back inside too, but she glared at him so hard he immediately gave up on the idea.
Edmund took a careful look at the Narnians to his back. "Keep smiling." He told Peter through his teeth.
The High King faced his people, raising his sword and letting out a big white smile, showing his brushed pearls and giving them a good sense of victory. One job of being a King or a Queen was to be good at pretending, and Peter excelled at it. If he didn't want to study medicine so badly, he could've become an actor.
Narnians cheered and raised their weapons, hopes growing as they saw the win in the smile of their King.
Olivia grabbed Peter's arm, careful not to touch an injured area. "Enough showing off. Sit down." She commanded, and he did not hesitate to obey.
