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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"So I'm thankful for my sister even though sometimes we fight, when high school wasn't easy she's the reason I survived. I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry; so I wrote this verse to tell her I'm always by her side." - Alec Benjamin, If we have each other
England, 1944
Lucy Pevensie was bored out of her mind.
Of course, how couldn't she be? With Edmund yelling something to her left and Eustace pouting and looking at the ground to her right, she really wanted to exchange places with Susan.
Peter and Susan just had to get the best out of the deal; they were the oldest, and she was the youngest. And yet, there she was, acting like the most mature person inside the house. By Aslan's mane, she really wanted to be Susan.
"Oh, shut up, will you! You're under my roof, and you will obey my rules." Eustace exclaimed, making Lucy stand up from the bed.
"This house isn't yours, you filthy little brat!" Edmund retorted. "You're just mad because you're grounded, and you are the one who's going to do the dishes after lunch."
That was how most afternoons went for Lucy; Edmund and Eustace argued, Edmund was usually right, and she'd have to separate them before her brother would send Eustace to the hospital.
She left the boys' room, leaving them to discuss on their own. At this point, she didn't care whether Edmund sent Eustace to the hospital. Maybe he deserved it. Hell, maybe they both deserved it.
Lucy went to her room and grabbed the letter from her nightstand, the most recent one Susan had sent from America. And her letters were always the same thing: "Oh, I got invited on a date by some random soldier! Oh, I won another medal at another swimming championship! Oh, how silly are you to still believe in Narnia!"
And she really wanted to be in her sister's shoes, except for the fact Susan didn't believe in Narnia anymore. Now that she grew up, she convinced herself that Narnia was just a made-up place they had invented when they were kids, and she found it cute that they still believed it to be real. But other than that, Lucy wanted to be Susan.
The girl wanted to get invited on dates by handsome soldiers, to go to pretty parties and eat cakes while laughing at a joke. She wanted to do something other than clean her aunt's house and watch Edmund fight their cousin daily.
Every night, before falling asleep, Lucy would flee her reality. Sometimes she went to America and danced with a very handsome boy who really liked to hear her speak and loved to talk about Narnia. Other times she was in Narnia, walking in the gardens of Cair Paravel, with Caspian awaiting her with a picnic ready.
No, Susan, I am not silly to still believe in Narnia. I am silly to believe I could have a happy summer.
Lucy shook her head, opening her drawer and stuffing the letter inside. She needed some air– or another letter from Peter or Olivia, something to ease her mind.
