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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"Do not be afraid; our fate cannot be taken from us; it is a gift." ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno
England, 1949.
Olivia was late. As usual.
It seemed like time had something against her. Perhaps a grudge; many people had. But most of those people were dead or in other universes. But she didn't have the time to care about time's grudge. Wait, that seems weird. Well, you get the point.
She hurried down the stairs to the metro, desperately checking her watch. Darn Edmund for not waking her up and leaving for college. But she knew just the way to make him regret; if there was something Olivia learned all those years together with Edmund, it was how to make him go crazy.
The girl hurried to buy her ticket, passing by the little ticket gate in the utmost hurry. Olivia received weird looks, eyeing her books and then her face. She lived in sexist years, where women barely worked in factories; imagine studying in college! But Olivia liked to break patterns.
In her eyes, Oxford University was a place of opportunities; she wouldn't let anybody slow her down. A major in History and Politics and a minor in Classics were just around the corner, and nothing would make her give up on her dreams. 6 more months left; fuck anything that tried to make her stop just because she was a woman.
God, this world was awful. Growing up itself was awful. Olivia heard her entire life she would love to grow up. It didn't feel so merry like everyone described.
Her first time as an adult had been wonderful, yet she was a Queen in love with the most beautiful Kingdom and the most kind King. Now? She lived in a fake nightmare, talking with those false people pretending to be just in a corrupted country.
Maybe she thought too much. Or she was just spoiled and was upset because things weren't going her way. Midnights became her afternoons, which led to her own devices and vices at expensive prices.
Sometimes, she wondered if it weren't because she was a horrible person. She stared directly at the sun, but couldn't stare at the mirror. How many people had she killed in her life? The girl got tired of waking up screaming from dreaming, of those she loved walking away from her, her father laughing at her from hell.
She didn't have a traditional growth. And there was no turning back from her past, from Narnia, unlike Susan. Olivia didn't know who she was without her Kingdom, and she wasn't willing to find out.
So she would be an adult. She would go to college, live in her house, go to work, until her brain rotted and she found Aslan on the other side of life.
With a loud screech, the subway stopped, and she hurried inside, finishing to organise her books in her side bag and tuning Olivia off her thoughts. Her thousand-worded essay on Homer? Check. Her evaluation of the uprising of the soviet union? Check. A final analysis on the end of the Second World War? Check.
