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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"Never give a sword to a man who can't dance." - Confucius
Narnia, 2557.
Olivia fumbled with her daggers nervously.
Eustace and Jill didn't seem to take her explanation lightly. Basically, Aslan had sent her there before everyone, but it meant her death in the real world. She knew for five years she would die, and didn't tell anyone.
While Jill understood her reasoning, Eustace still seemed pretty pissed. He was still thinking about the suffering of the Pevensies and Digory, the depression hurricane that washed over the friends of Narnia.
Olivia knew. She knew she would die– she could have prepared them all for her death, but she didn't. She chose to let them grieve.
"Aslan said it was a choice," Eustace said. "Why did you accept it?"
"If I didn't, he'd have to choose someone else. Imagine he chose Edmund," Olivia replied, closing her eyes. "The chaos it would have been. I know they all love me, but the siblings would be so much worse if he were the one to go– or Lucy, or Peter."
"And why didn't you tell us?"
"Because someone would try to get in my spot. If I told you guys that, my necklace would disappear in the middle of the night, and suddenly Edmund or Lucy would be dead in the attic instead."
He got quiet. It was a good reasoning; he had to give her that. Plus, Olivia left them all with letters, and it provided them some kind of comfort. It could've gone worse, Eustace guessed.
Jill narrowed her eyes. "Did you have anything to do with Susan getting her faith back?"
Olivia smiled. "Yes. After I died, I convinced Aslan to appear to her and talk with Susan. Good things came out of this, eventually."
Even though the three of them were smiling by the end, Tirian looked like he was hit on the head with a brick. He looked dazed, eyes widening at each point of the story Olivia told.
"You're dead?!" He exclaimed, pointing a finger at Olivia.
She slapped his finger down. "Technically, yes. But we're past that."
"Yeah," Jill agreed with a sly smile. "Keep up."
Tirian himself was NOT past that. But this was Narnia, the place where anything was possible. Even dead people being alive (that made no sense).
Eventually, Jill and Eustace entered the tower, leaving Tirian and Olivia alone. Eustace was somewhat shaken– he had grieved Olivia for so long, just like his cousins and Digory.
The trees gently shook against the wind as three in the afternoon hit. Narnia was such a pretty country, and that day was no exception. Olivia liked the company of Tirian while watching the kingdom's beauty in the quiet.
