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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"Don't follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you." - Margaret Thatcher
Narnia, 1000
It was a two-day trip to Cair Paravel. All the floors and rooms had been perfectly cleaned for the arrival of the five future royalty of Narnia, their prophesied Kings and Queens. The traitors were put behind bars, and the witch was never heard of again. The giants returned to their lands in the north, Ettinsmoor, and the kids hoped they wouldn't be a trouble anymore.
If, three days ago, someone told Olivia she was going to be coronated Queen of a magical land; she would laugh at their faces. But, as she wore the prettiest dress the girl had ever seen, she wasn't so doubtful of that statement.
As she fiddled with her fingers, Aslan walked from behind and smiled, standing in between the girls and the boys. With a nod, the two fauns opened the giant white doors that led to the main room in the castle, revealing their faces to the Narnian crowd.
Olivia's dress was in a light tone of pink, delicately decorated with various flowers and white charms. Her hair was done in a fancy braided bun; no flowers entangled this time.
As she walked down an aisle, centaurs raising their swords as she, the Pevensies, and Aslan passed, Olivia felt more regal and royal than she could ever feel. Postures erect and trembling legs, the five children reached the thrones they were destined to sit in.
Each one of them walked up to their own throne; Edmund on the far right, followed by Olivia, Peter in the middle, Susan, and Lucy on the far left.
Even though the thrones looked the same if passing a quick eye, each one had a unique characteristic that could differentiate one from another.
Lucy's throne had a drawing of her healing cordial on top. Susan's had her white lion-headed horn. Peter's, his classic sword given to him by Father Christmas. Olivia, her spear and lion necklace; and Edmund's, a shield behind a blade.
As the room fell in silence, without even the sound of horns being heard, Aslan began the coronation.
" To the glistening Eastern Sea, I give you Queen Lucy, the Valiant. " Mr and Mrs Beaver came up, holding five crows in two cushions. Mr Tumnus followed and grabbed one of the crowns. The crown was delicate and silver, decorated with leaves and flowers and a few yellow details attached. Olivia felt her lips quiver into a smile, seeing Lucy looking so pretty with the crown on her head.
The faun kneeled and placed the crown of silver flowers on Lucy's head, the girl flashing him an enormous smile.
" To the great Western Wood, King Edmund, the Just. " Mr Tumnus placed a silver crown, more formal yet not any less royal than Lucy's, on Edmund's head. The boy's hand shook, but his smile went from ear to ear.
" To the glimmering stars above, I give you, Queen Olivia, the Warrior. " Mr Tumnus placed a golden crown with rose-pink flowers on Olivia's head. The girl bowed before him, and he did the same gesture to her. She felt sparkles when she realised the stars were hers to watch and protect, smiling as widely as one could see.
