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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"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves." ― William Shakespeare
Narnia, 2318
"Should I panic?"
"How should I know!"
"Well, I don't know how to panic!"
Lucy slapped her brother in the arm, making Edmund groan. Instead of lying on the beach, a letter was placed in the island's sand; simple enough, it was. Too simple.
Queen Olivia the Warrior awaits by Ramandu's island. Follow the blue star, and do not divert your path.
Curiously, the letter's author remained unknown, its handwriting unfamiliar to the crew. Despite a thorough search of the dry island, no trace of Olivia or her belongings was found. The absence of her spear, bag, telescope, and even a scrap of fabric from her magical, ever-changing dress only deepened the fear and the intrigue. After a lengthy discussion, the decision was made to sail for Ramandu's island, following the blue fluorescent star mingling with dawn's first rays.
Things were getting dire, as the food shortage was making the crewmen starve. It led to a single meal per day now, consisting of beans and carrots. Edmund wouldn't stop looking at the beyond, his eyes desperately searching for signs of land or his wife. Lucy was trying to communicate properly with the mermaids, who kept telling them to beware and to turn around.
Eustace, still a dragon, was hovering over the ship, flapping his grand orange wings. The wind left the air, forcing the crewmen to row. For a moment, that had included Caspian and Edmund, but Drinian forced them not to row and made them go back up the deck.
"The wind has left us," Drinian stated the obvious.
"And I don't think we'll get to Ramandu's island only by rowing," Edmund added. "How do we get to the island, then?"
Scepticism laced the captain's features as he spoke. "My guess is something doesn't want us there."
As one of the crewmen made a comment about how he would eat the dragon, a tilt made everyone fall with their bums on the hard wooden ground, seeing a weird thing in the prow.
Eustace the dragon had wrapped his spiky tail around the grand Ddragon's head of the dawn treader, propelling the boat with fierce flaps of his wings and his newfound strength. Those who were previously rowing got to their knees and yelled cheers and thanks to the orange dragon.
"Eustace, that's brilliant!" His cousin exclaimed, a smile making its way through his features.
For the first time in many years, Eustace felt that sweet sensation of warmth in his stomach. And he had forgotten how good it felt.
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When Olivia woke up, she was surprised not to feel the sand in her hair or in her mouth.
