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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"The real world is where the monsters are." ― Rick Riordan
Narnia, 2318
Olivia hated two things: olives and being chained.
Eustace, Lucy and Olivia were shoved into an underground dungeon, where they were placed in a line. The place was rustic and poorly lit, with only a few torches up the walls.
The girl decided she needed to wait. She needed to be put somewhere far away where she could use her necklace to call Drinian and Reepicheep to tell them what had happened. But how? There were many people, and they would take her necklace away if they found out. She may have already lost her spear, she didn't want to lose the necklace as well.
"Oh, this place smells like an elephant's arse!" Eustace whisper-shouted, earning a sign from Lucy.
"Shut up, will you? We're only here because of you!" She replied sternly. Eustace kept quiet because, deep down, he knew it was his fault. He didn't at least even try to fight the men who came up to him.
They walked until there was only one person standing between Olivia and the men. "Next!" Called the one on the desk, taking notes on his little pad.
Olivia raised her chin as the men looked her up and down. They yanked her arms, checking them out while she grumbled some indelicate things. They forcefully opened her mouth and counted her teeth, seeing they were all there. They scanned her head for any injuries and nodded to the man on the desk.
"Very well, batch twenty-four, you shall be." He said, taking notes. "Let's see... female, all her teeth, fair brown hair, some muscle, and blue eyes. What is your name, batch twenty-four?"
"And why should I say it?" She questioned.
"You say it, or we invent one." The man grumbled, running his hand through his bald head.
Olivia bit the inside of her cheek. "Lianna." She told him. "My name is Lianna."
" Very well, Lianna, " He said to her. " Where are you from? "
"Terebinthia."
"And how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Do you have any injuries we are unable to see?"
"No."
Her lies easily slipped out of her mouth, and he seemed to buy it all because he nodded and wrote it all down. "Good, good." He looked at the brown hair resting on her shoulder and seemed to give something a bit of thought. "It's too long. Cut it off!"
