Hi! Sorry for the late update! Just got back from my Disney Trip! Fanfictions will be updated and stuff. This was my idea and hopefully, this will not be forgotten!
A young man sits in his bedroom as his mother tells him a story. The story drifted off about a true love's kiss and other stuff which filled the boy's -Alfred's- head with dreams and imagination. Arthur, his mother, sat by him closely as Alfred was snug in his warm blankets.
Tonight was Alfred's last story until he grows up. He picked his favorite story, Peter Pan and listened completely through.
As Arthur gave his kiss tonight, Alfred wanted to make this last. So, once when the door closed, the 12 year old sprung out of his bed and dashed over to his book case.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Arthur with his arms crossed. He gave a slight scowel as Alfred was caught red handed.
Arthur walked over to Alfred and tucked him back into bed, scolding him of course. Little Alfred was sad to grow up, but he was forgetting how to dream. He could not even fly.
When time ticked by, Arthur was fast asleep. But Alfred wasn't. The boy hopped onto his window ledge and looked into the night sky. There was a certain star he was looking for, The Second Star to The Right.