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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"Because brothers don't let each other wander in the dark alone." - Jolene Perry
England, 1949.
Edmund didn't like the plan—especially the part with the fluorescent orange worker outfit he was forced to wear.
The Magic Rings, the rings that first got Polly and Digory into Narnia, created a long time ago by Digory's uncle Andrew, were the only way back to Narnia. The thing was, the rings were buried on the grounds of Digory's deceased mother's house, which was sold to someone else.
And now, the brilliant plan to retrieve the rings was to disguise him and Peter as workers so they could sneak inside the house and fetch the rings; simple plan. At least, it seemed like it. It was better than staying in the house, which was packed with testosterone. To try and divide equally, the girls (Jill, Susan, Lucy and Polly) went to Susan's house, while the boys went to his, and Edmund felt like he was about to bounce off the walls.
It's not like he didn't enjoy their company, but it was just too much. There was always someone screaming or breaking something (and most of those times were Peter), and he never had time to be at peace or to read a book.
His leg was bouncing inside the taxi anxiously, his eyes looking outside the window in search of something familiar. He disliked central London; he preferred the calm of Oxford or Finchley; the bustling cities made him uncomfortable. They stopped in front of a two-story white house with grey windows in the early morning, five am on a Saturday, so no one would be awake. Peter paid the driver, and they got out, he and his brother gulping as they looked at the house.
Caution! Brave dog! Read the sign, which made Edmund groan as he pointed to the plac. Peter shook his head, a smile on his face.
"Come on, Ed, where's your sense of adventure?"
"At home, beside my pile of books and hot chocolate." He grumbled, stepping inside and throwing the backpack over his shoulder. "If the dog appears, I'm feeding you to it."
The gate was locked, but it was nothing they couldn't handle. Unsurprisingly, Edmund knew how to pick locks (knowledge he picked up thanks to books) and opened it up; the boys crouched as they tiptoed their way to the fields of the house.
On the other side of the backyard was a bright red dog house with the name tag "Princess" written in pretty and cursive letters.
"Let's try to stay away," Edmund murmured. "If this princess is in any way like the other ones we've had the displeasure of meeting, we better steer clear."
Peter shivered in bad memories and nodded as he placed his finger in front of his mouth, grabbing the paper from his pocket, saying where the rings were supposed to be buried. They trailed the exact same steps until they reached the spot and, grabbed their shovels, and began digging.
