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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"We are all someone's monster." - Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows
Narnia, 1006
Olivia was running.
A lot of things were off. The sky was a bright tone of crimson red, a scarce colour unlikely to pigment the High Heaven.
She was being chased, or at least, she thought she was. Dark and heavy steps thundered after her; that was no human or Narnian; not even a giant could plod like that.
A lighting strike hit her, and she managed to stop just before it electrocuted her. Out of instinct, she reached for her saddle, only to find no weapon there. The girl had to go back to running.
She dared take a look over her shoulder, and what she saw was terrifying: a dragon. An enormous white and scaly dragon with bright blue eyes and large wings. His claws were sharp, and he looked very pissed.
The intense pain on her side hit her right ribs, so acute and desperate. The tears polled in her eyes, but the girl couldn't stop running, or the dragon would kill her.
She couldn't call for help. Edmund, Peter, Susan, Lucy, Aslan, nobody would arrive in time. This was her fate; to die by the dragon's claws.
Olivia tripped over a rock, falling to the ground with a large thump. Her hands were desperate on her ribs, the pain so unbearable her breathing was getting hard.
She spat the blood accumulating in her mouth, the metallic taste fresh on her tongue. Was she vomiting blood? The girl didn't know. All she knew was that it was happening too fast, her life flashing before her eyes as she stared into the dry and brown ground.
Where was Olivia? She did not recognise that sky, that ground, those colours and that dragon. Nothing made sense. Was this an eternal punishment?
The girl dared look up, only to see in front of her a horrible sight: a throne made entirely out of skulls and supported by spears and swords, with small pieces of flesh sticking all those items together like glue. It was horrible, terrifying. The red liquid of blood dripped from the bald of the skulls, and a red gem, Ruby, sat on his top like a trophy.
She screamed from the top of her lungs. Let me die, please. I cannot handle this.
Olivia lay back on the ground, facing the furious white dragon towering over her. His blue eyes resembled ice, which reminded her of Gally. Kill me. I can't handle this torture.
The creature opened its mouth, and as Olivia prepared herself to be devoured, it only spoke: " Your destiny awaits you. The prophecy still needs completing. "
All around her, a circle formed of dead people. All of those were familiar faces, dripping in red and with swords and spears stuck to their bodies. Gally, Zartarian soldiers, and evil dwarfs who had sided with the witch were all there: people she had killed.
