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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"Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love." - William Shakespeare
Narnia, 2318
As the crew feasted themselves on the food served at Aslan's table, the Kings and Queens of Narnia followed Lilliandil to a natural balcony formed by this land's rocks.
Lilliandil and Olivia shared a tense look, which didn't go unnoticed by any of them. Edmund couldn't help but be a little bothered by how Olivia looked like one of them: ethereally beautiful, holding the heavy weight of Narnia and its security on her shoulder. It made him shiver.
"Now, I suppose Coriakin has told you about the dark island?"
"Yes."
In the distance, they could all very clearly see the dark island. The green fog surrounded the coal-black roots, clouds heavily hanging near the water. Inside, it thundered, lighting striking the ground (or was it a black fog?).
"Before long, the evil will be unstoppable," Lilliandil said. "And we need you to break the curse."
"Coriakin said to break its spell when we lay the seven swords at Aslan's table," Caspian informed, looking at the star rather dreamily.
"He speaks the truth. Sort of."
Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Sort of?"
"It's complicated." Olivia rushed in. "Leave that part to me, do not worry."
Edmund frowned, brushing it off. "But we've only found six. Do you know where the seventh is?"
Lilliandil's finger was shaking when she pointed to the horizon, directly at the source of their fears and the place they hoped the most not to be. "In there. You will need great courage."
But Lucy wasn't having enough of it. She wanted answers. Needed them. Tired of being left in the dark, she grabbed the star's arm. "But what is the mist? We have only been told it is evil, and we need to stop it. But why? What is it?"
Although the star might have mistaken her, Lucy wasn't foolish. "We don't know." The star responded. "But we know it is an enemy of Aslan that needs to be erased." Nothing in Lilliandil's voice gave her away, but Olivia wasn't made of stone. The young girl noticed the way her shoulders tensed, her jaw clenching, and her posture going slightly stiff. Olivia knew something.
"What is it, Olivia?" Lucy asked, raising her eyebrow. The Warrior Queen seemed to be caught by surprise.
