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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"Logic will get you from A to Z; imagination will get you everywhere." ― Albert Einstein
England, 1944
She wasn't in Narnia, but Olivia watched the stars.
Those weren't the same stars she once had gazed at, but they were still hers. Olivia liked to imagine that when she got back to London, the stars had followed. Deep down, she knew it wasn't true. She could see they weren't the same. The Narnian stars were graceful, brighter than the moon, delicate and memorable.
The regular stars weren't the same. Their constellations didn't have a shape or a pattern; they didn't speak or turn into people. They were a part of the actual galaxy, not favourites of Aslan.
Olivia was still learning how to read the stars of the earth. But, her grandfather once had the same hobby she did: he had a massive telescope hidden in the attic. And it was of great help to Olivia because her telescope was very little– and she had left it in Narnia.
She took her notes about the positions, calculated degrees, spent hours watching a single star and its movements, and found out– nothing. Olivia was about to give up when the sound of someone coming up the stairs made her hesitate.
The trap door on the floor was opened, revealing the curious face of Professor Digory Kirke.
"There you are! I was getting worried about you." He signed in relief, finishing up to the attic.
"Trying to read the stars. But it isn't as easy here as in Narnia." The girl frowned, a sad look taking over her features. Suddenly, Olivia was nine again, a foolish young girl who knew nothing about the world she lived in.
Digory smiled. "Well, you see, it isn't easy because it isn't the same." He responded. "There, you had the blessing of Aslan and the stars themselves. Their blessing doesn't work in this world."
"Are you saying I need to be blessed again?" She queered, looking at the sky.
"Exactly." He nodded his head. "You earned the right to read the stars in Narnia, But what about here?"
Olivia signed. "In Narnia, I was given the opportunity to be Queen and rule, to make my kingdom a better place. I had a prophecy and a destiny. It isn't the same thing here."
"Except it is. Just because you don't know the prophecy and your fate doesn't mean it isn't still there. And your opportunities are knocking at the door; you just have to open it."
Her grandfather had this annoying trait of always speaking like that: trivially and never directly. He claimed it was the wisdom of his old age. Olivia claimed she was also wise but didn't speak in riddles. "You will, one day. Or maybe you already do, and don't even see it." Was all he had answered when she had retorted.
