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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"Memory is the diary we carry with us." - Oscar Wilde
Narnia, 2318
Despite the wetness in his armour and the cold temperature, Olivia was more than glad to hug her husband again, to feel the rough wooden floor of the Dawn Treader's deck.
His hands were in her hair, touching her waist and then her cheek, almost like he was checking if she was real, physical. "You're alive," he whispered.
"Of course I am," She murmured. "I'm here. God, I love you, Edmund." She said, kissing his cheek and nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck.
She felt Lucy's arms wrap around her waist, embracing her like she never had. "Olivia!" She let out in between sobs, the Queen holding her as well.
Caspian appeared from behind, engulfing the three of them in a tight hug. At this point, Olivia's clothing was soaking wet, but she couldn't care less. Near-death experiences surely had an impact on a person.
Like a family, they sat on deck, arms tangled as their breaths eased.
"We did it," Lucy murmured. "I knew we would."
Edmund smiled. "It wasn't just us, though."
Their attention moved to the sounds of screaming coming from the crystal clear water, albeit happy screams. As they rushed to the railing, the group could clearly see Eustace, who had his head up, now transformed into a boy again.
"Eustace!" Olivia exclaimed, waving at him happily.
"Olivia!" He called back, surprised. "You're alive!"
The girl stuck her tongue out. "Just another trick from the mist." She said but smiled nevertheless.
Reepicheep rushed to the edge of the ship, jumping off and landing in the water, swimming next to the chap. "Eustace! I see your wings have been clipped!"
"I'm a boy! I'm a boy again!" He said, swimming around with Reepicheep, throwing a small jet of water at the mouse.
"Where sky and water meet, where the waves grow ever sweet..." The mouse frowned ( in his own mice-way of frowning ) and tasted the water. "It's sweet! It's sweet!" He repeated frantically, tasting more and more water.
Olivia threw a look at the island... the island she had created. From afar, she saw the blue magic of the stars embedded in the land, a new home, a place where they could stay since many had lost their own due to the mist.
She looked at her hands and balled her fists. She couldn't feel it anymore... the power, the feeling of control. Magic was indescribable, a warm yet cold, wet yet dry, dark yet light sensation. The opposite of anything she had ever tasted.
