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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"We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again."
― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
Narnia, 2318
Ramandu's island was much more beautiful than anyone had expected.
Waterfalls cascaded down verdant cliffs, nature in all its glory on full display. The tropical island was highlighted by the number of stars in their human form shouting at the crew's arrival, pointing at their small figures on the boats and excitedly waving.
The air was cheery and mysterious as the crew reached the sand, the stars suddenly hurrying away from sight of the men. Edmund, the only one who didn't seem shaken by the presence of literal stars, turned on his electric torch and led the way. He tried remembering the descriptions Olivia gave of the island, the paths and trails.
Within a grove of ancient trees, a dawning feeling drew Edmund in. He got away from the open trail of leaves, using his sword to cut down the low branches coming in his path. Caspian and Lucy urgently rushed behind them while the crew stopped and stayed behind with confusion marking their features.
"Edmund! What are you doing?!" Lucy called desperately, seeing as her brother only went on faster and faster.
He was too involved in the urging feeling moving him forward, barely listening to his sister's plea for him to stop. After what seemed an eternity of running, the three monarchs came across an open area covered in tree trunks and nature's beauty. Flowery vines moved along the grass, circling around the horrifying thing Edmund hoped never to see.
The throne of flesh and bone was just as horrible as the tales said. Skulls formed a pyramid around the throne, the blood freshly dripping from their tops like a waterfall. The red flesh with streaks of white fat began its shape. Vertebrae curved like a twisted spine formed the backrest, while the arms were formed by what once had been somebody's arm. It was a disturbing tapestry of skeletons and skin, woven into a morbid design.
Edmund hurried to a bush a few steps from him and vomited. Caspian stared with an open mouth and his chin on the ground while Lucy hurried to her brother, gently stroking his back as he puked all the carrots and beans from before.
Once he got back up, Edmund used a leave and cleaned his mouth, clearing his throat. "You didn't see this," He pointed at Caspian accusingly.
But the Telmarine barely registered the Just King's words when his index finger was raised shakingly, pointing at the throne. "That's–"
"Disturbing? Grotesque?" Lucy finished for him.
Caspian huffed, running a hand through his hair. "We should get out of here." He said, hand instinctively on the hilt of his sword. "This is giving me a bad feeling."
