Peter Pan:A Faerie Tale | By : SilvaraWilde Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 7247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Silvara Wilde (LadyLark@hotmail.com)
Any comments, suggestions, flames, rants, are always welcome. Though the last 2 will be given the respect they deserve. (Read: they will be used for virtual kitty-litter.)
Standard disclaimers apply. I do not own any rights to Peter Pan or the characters therein. They all belong to J. M. Barrie; I am merely borrowing them for a while.
Peter Pan: A Faerie Tale Part 5
Wendy and the boys couldn’t say they were having fun exactly, as that would be disrespectful; considering how many of Peters people had died and been hurt. But that is almost exactly what they were doing. They had moved in with Peter as he had the most room of the boys, as Wendy called them, and had all but forgotten they had ever lived elsewhere.
It was the most entrancing for Wendy of course because she had so much to do. When she wasn’t telling stories, she was helping to mend clothing, or running off after one or another of the boys to have what they always referred to as ‘adventures.’ They weren’t always real adventures of course, more along the paths of make believe. However the lines between make believe and real weren’t so carefully drawn in this realm of Peters.
It didn’t truly begin to worry Wendy until she realized that John only vaguely remembered their parents, and he remembered them more like strangers he might once have known. Michael was worse however, he was quite willing to believe Wendy herself might actually be his mother; and that Peter was his father!
She tried to help them remember by quizzing them. Such things like ‘What color were mother’s eyes?’, ‘Which was taller, father or mother?’, ‘Describe mother’s laugh’, ‘Describe mother’s party dress’ only to realize that she had been forgetting too.
It was on one of those remembering days when the idyllic world they had come to know changed. It started off subtly at first. Little shivers ran through the trees, the peculiar lighting of the place faded and shadows stole over all making it cold. The meadow the children played in that had seemed such a welcoming place, now seemed formidable and unfriendly.
It was not that night had come you see, but that something as dark as night had come. No, worse. It had not come yet, but had sent the shiver ahead of itself to tell all of its coming. What could it be?
Crowding in upon her thoughts came images of the destruction that she had seen and heard of when first they came to Peters land. Of the creatures that had caused it, no one would tell them, thinking they would become much too frightened. Of course she should have roused her sleeping brothers at once. But she was still a child after all, and frightened, surely she thought, this could not be the only place that had gone to darkness. Peter or Nibs or someone would come to them soon. But none came, and it got still colder. She could hear something now, a kind of high chittering, not the sound an animal would make, more like the sound of some strange insect.
It was at this very moment Peter appeared in their midst. He spoke a single hushed word: “Unseelie…” and then louder: “The Unseelie! They have come again! Nibs! Slightly! Ware! Everyone to me!”
Before the last note of his ringing cry had ended not only had his people come, but so had the first of the monsters.
Wendy, John and Michael were passed from hand to hand to the very furthest away point of the fighting. Thus they glimpsed only bits and pieces of the things. It was like all the nightmare creatures they had ever heard of had been given flesh and come to life, and they were all headed in one direction. Towards Peter.
It was easy to spot Peter at first, for he held a glowing sword aloft. He would be the first to meet these things, and the last to retreat. This was fitting as he was their leader and would suffer none to do what he would not do himself.
The Unseelie hoards descended upon them in a horrendous rush. Yet Peter and the rest held fast. They had learned some from the stories Wendy had told them, but would it be enough? Wendy found her eyes were wet and her cheeks too. She did not remember crying but of course she must have, for the sword, the glowing sword could be seen no more. She had had to turn her eyes away frightened by the destruction she saw, and when she looked back…the Unseelie were in retreat, but of Peter there was no trace.
Notes: Yes, I know this is a horrible place to stop. *smirk* But I promise I have already started work on part 6. And there will not be as long a wait for the next one! I truly am sorry for making you all wait so long, I was having a number of computer issues that are now resolved.
Reviews:
Cassie: Yes it will be Peter/Wendy eventually, but not until she’s legal!
Cruz Nude: Er… Tried to write some action for you hun, but I’m afraid I’m not any good at battles.
Sarah: Well, it’s longer anyway, not sure about more detailed…
Kataki: Feel free to ask questions, it may help to remind me what I meant to touch on as I go along. As unfortunately, I’m not exactly sure where I’m going with this. I mean, I know how it ends, and some of the major plot points, but other than that? I may be as surprised as you!
Everyone else: Thanks so much for the comments! Any questions or things you wish to see in this story, feel free to e-mail me. I won’t promise to answer them if it will ruin the surprise (past the, ‘oh wait till part x’), but ideas and such are always welcome.
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