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Untamed Heart	By : amyfushigiyugi Category: M through R > Peter Pan Views: 2897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Untamed Heart

Author: amyfushigiyugi
Co-author: Azul Bloom

Editing: LadyOrion and Azul Bloom

Chapter 1 “The Night the Fairies Cried”

No one knew the secrets of the Neverland better than the mermaids and the fairies. Peter was its key, and without him the land of pink tinged clouds and daily changing seasons would vanish like a fleeting day dream. The mysteries and fantasies of the land of the never more were imbedded in Peter, for they were born of and thrived on his child heart and mind. With his moods, the weather changed.

Almost always the free and gleeful boy, the land usually rejoiced and shinned with the warmth of its golden sun and jittered with its mischievous creatures that roamed about. The flowers bloomed colors only known in rainbows, and its air and waters were sweet and refreshing.

But today, the fairies whispered with no joy, and the mermaids listened with dark intrigue. Today the sun would not shine to welcome Peter Pan back to Neverland.

Peter Pan watched from the shadows outside the window. The joy inside brightened the nursery, and the lost boys where smiling with more happiness than he had ever known could be contained on their tiny faces. Wendy’s own lovely face glowed as her mother and father welcomed their missing daughter back with tight hugs and so many tender kisses. His fingers slowly rose to his lips, where he treasured the only kiss he had ever known; his Wendy’s kiss.

Peter’s eyes sparkled with tears he would not let out, for how could he cry while looking at Wendy’s radiant smile? He could feel his pulse alive and thumping beneath his skin. It was loud in his ears, drowning out the jumble of cheerful voices within the glowing room.

“Wendy.” Though there were no tears, his true feelings could be heard with the simple whisper of her name.

He raised his chin a notch, causing the light from within the window to shower across his eyes, which were already sparkling from unshed cries. Peter had promised Wendy he would take her home, and he had fulfilled that promise like the gentleman he was.

She was happy and that was what he wanted, even as his heart painfully thudded against his chest in denial, crying out for the warmth of the girl’s gaze to once again rest on him.

He had already said his goodbyes, and she thought him gone and on his way back to the Neverland. Although Peter had seen her own unshed tears clouding her bright azure eyes as they exchanged subdued goodbyes, now her smile lit the room. She was surrounded by - his chin gave a slight tremble at the newly found feeling - love.

With a jerk, he turned and sped into the night sky, needing to feel the powerful speed of flight and the blinding feel of the cool wind rushing across his face, carrying away with it the heat from his sorrow. He felt the chilling trail running down his cheek and swiped it away with his forearm, in an effort to remove the proof forever.

No matter how much he would miss her, he could not stay. He had to go back to the Neverland, but he would keep his Wendy with him, the only way he could. Peter’s lips formed a bittersweet smile as he gently closed his eyes.

What happy thought could make him fly higher than he had, and faster than he ever could? …His Wendy.

He allowed his mind to drift in the memories of his heart, and he recalled his most joyous pretend. Eight rambunctious boys; smiling, flying, leaping, and fighting. He, laughing and joining in every now and then, and Wendy to his side, smiling her open mouthed smile as she looked over them all.

He was the father and Wendy was the mother, and such a happy family they were. He chuckled lightly as he remembered how she saved the boys from the edge of his sword, offering instead to give them a most horrid medicine to which they quickly begged for Peter’s strike instead!

The chuckle grew into laughter as he flew higher.

But it was just a pretend, and never could it be more than just make believe. A pain rang through his heart, as Hook’s words hovered around him. “Your heart is incomplete.” He shook his head lightly as the laugh shriveled into a half smile and then vanished into sorrow. “She would rather grow up then stay with you.”

Peter slowed as he felt himself becoming heavier. He shook the thoughts from him. “No!” he yelled into the clouds in defiance. “She is happy now!” He wrapped his arms around his bare shoulders as he turned over to ride the wind on his back, no longer able to see the ground, and held on to the lovely image of her glittering smile. His lips curved slightly at the corners as he felt the warmth of the memory overcoming his weakening body.

“Wendy … will not … forget me.” He said with confidence, even as his heart raced hoping beyond all hope that his words were true.

But Hook’s taunting voice echoed once again in his ears. “You will only be a memory to her…You will be replaced.”

Peter Pan slowed his breathing, remembering her heart felt words.

Wendy had asked him if he would ever forget her, and as he had hovered there - his eyes only on her - his breath had stilled within his chest and his forced smile had almost faded from his lips. “Never.”

He had felt his heart breaking with the weight of the truth of that one word. No… he would never forget his Wendy.

He had seen though her smile, to the sadness behind her eyes; sadness that she could not hide from him. His Wendy had not wanted him to leave, and perhaps, even felt a sort of betrayal by his doing just so. If only she could know that Peter Pan could not stay, no matter how much he truly desired to, perhaps her eyes would not have shown such defeat as they had. But no…it was his secret to keep, and keep it he must. For without him, the Neverland would vanish into the obscurity that all mundane things eventually vanish into.

Peter Pan had learned so many wonderful feelings from Wendy. The most enchanting of all being ‘Love’; but along with it, came the heart wrenching sorrow of having it taken from him. Just as this feeling overpowered him, Peter reached the outer limits of his Neverland. His eyes still closed, and Wendy’s gentle smile forged into his thoughts, his mind finally gave out and so did his body.

As his frail body began to fall from the sky, hundreds of sparkling lights rushed up to catch him, for they knew Peter Pan’s sadness had claimed him in a fitful sleep. Quickly taking him to his tree, right to the hidden lair beneath its reaching roots, they laid their lonely prince on a bed of supple leaves and soft feathers.

Foolish mortals outside of Neverland thought that a child Peter Pan's age could not possibly know the all consuming bliss, passions, and pains of true love, but the Fay knew that there would never be a love stronger than that of Peter Pan’s for his chosen princess, whose sweet name would forever be whispered in the faint breeze amongst the forest’s greens and the gentle crashing of the crystal waves against the tanned shores; Wendy

That night was to forever be remembered as the night the fairies cried; for on that night, no harmony of gentle waves and giggling winds accompanied twinkling stars to lull all creatures to sleep. On that night, the skies wept and thunder struck, and all alive and knowing shared the sorrow of their golden prince.

Far away in the quiet slumbering town of London, there was a window that remained open, even so late into the dark night. A young girl stood gazing out across the darkened city, her golden bronze hair fluttering in the cool breeze. The house was now silent, and all the boys where sound asleep, having worn themselves out with their joyous celebrating. But it was not from her old window that she looked out, for the nursery no longer belonged to her.

Wendy had agreed to leave it in exchange for her own room. There were now just so many more that had to occupy it; besides, she was to grow up and leave such childish things behind, was she not?

Wendy’s sapphire eyes sparkled even against the absence of the moon’s glow, as she watched the snow begin to fall. One lone flake drifted in through the window, to land on her cheek where it quickly melted as a warm tear traveled down across it.

Why hadn’t he stayed with them?

She placed her fingers on her lips, where she could still feel the tingle of her first kiss; her secret kiss; the kiss that would forever belong to Peter Pan.

No other girl could ever claim to have a first kiss’s memory as enchanting as hers, and no other could ever say that she truly knew what love was at such a young age. It would be perfect were it not for his haunting words, “I want always… to be a boy… and have fun.”

But she could only feel happy for him. After all, he would have his heart’s desire in Neverland. For him to have stayed here would have been wrong, and never would he have been as happy here as he could be in his mother land.

She smiled resignedly at the far brightest star to the right, and with a gentle sigh, she reached up and pulled the window down, closing it shut with the faintest thud and shutting out the falling snow and cool night air. Checking to make sure that the latch remained unlocked, she gently traced her fingers across the cold windowsill before turning around towards her bed.

She crawled under the warm covers, and wrapped her arms around her plush pillow, cradling her cheek into the soft white fabric that instantly reminded her of fluffy clouds. Now, she could not help the quiet sob that finally escaped against her will.

After all, she had loved Peter Pan enough to let him go.

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