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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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." ― Oscar Wilde
Narnia, 2318
Lucy was certain of something: she envied her sister.
Despite everything that had happened those past days in the sea and the storm, all Lucy could think about was the page of Coriakin's book she had stolen: the one where it showed herself, but with the appearance of Susan.
Giving into temptation, she reached inside her pocket and pulled out the paper. It felt so wrong– but so right at the same time, like the forbidden sin she was desperate to get a taste of, the forbidden fruit. Lucy had never expected envy to seem so delicious.
"Transform my reflection, cast into perfection, lashes, lips and complexion. Make me she whom I'd agree holds more beauty over me."
She recited the words like a mantra, not noticing the whispering green fog making its way to the foot of the bed. The girl looked around; on the page, any different traits, but felt and saw nothing. Her reflection remained steadfast, unaltered.
When she was about to give up and try to actually sleep, Lucy no longer felt the cold of the sea breeze in her body. The tempest's fury had yielded to a resplendent sun, casting its golden rays upon the windowpane. The grand mirror in her room suddenly lured her gaze. Lucy rose from her bed with an air of determination.
Getting up, she slowly made her way to it, her traits slowly changing in a hushed transformation. Her sleeping gown turned a preppy blue, a ribbon making its way from her back and around her waist, transforming into a party dress adorned with ivory polka dots. Her hair grew abnormally fast, changing into a fading brown instead of the light blonde. Her lips reddened, and little freckles appeared on her cheeks, similar to Edmund's freckles. The one facing the mirror was no longer Lucy, but the elegant sister, Susan.
Lucy's hand trailed over her face, sensing Susan's skin covering her own. Someone else would have yelled, begged for them to change back into their own skin. But Lucy loved this new her: she felt like she was finally pretty.
A tentative tilt of her head unveiled a revelation; her touch upon the mirror revealed its true nature as a portal. The door-like mirror beckoned, and Lucy stepped through, ushered into a realm anew. On the other side was a grand white porch, revealing a party. Lucy felt like she had never seen a bluer sky or a greener grass, and all the people there were dressed like members of British high society.
She began walking, and a man in a suit cleared his throat when she appeared. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Pevensie. "All the finely dressed men and women clapped, and a genuine smile etched itself on her new features.
