A/N I have loved the story Peter Pan since I was very young (I used to dream about Peter coming and taking me to Neverland), and I love the idea of being able to fly, and so I have merged these together along with some other things, to create what is hopefully a moderately exiting story about a boy called Max and a girl called Elsie and their adventures in Neverland.
The word Pistrear is based on Cornish. Yes, that's right, Cornish is a language! Who'd have thought it? Unless you are Cornish is which case, you probably already know. It comes from the Cornish word Pystrier, which means Wizard or Sorcerer, and I had to use the phonetic alphabet to help me pronounce it. It sounds a bit like "Pist-Rea-Arrr", if you put on a bit of a Cornish accent, and mine is probably a bad one. So I thought "No one will be able to pronounce that! Unless they can speak Cornish…" so I changed it to "Pist-rear", as in piston and… rear. I'm going to take most words from Cornish because I don't know it, and I like interesting languages that I don't know.
Disclaimer – Peter Pan is owned by Great Ormond Street Hospital, and was written by J.M Barrie, and thus isn't mine. Therefore anything that resembles something from Peter Pan is also not mine.
However I lay claim to the rest!
POV - Max
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'd like to thank you all for being here at this very special super meet up. It really is a pleasure to be amongst each and every one of you. We're beginning with a dinner, before moving on to the awards and then finally the party. I hope you all enjoy yourselves and I will see you shortly. Have a wonderful meal." The man with the red hair on the stage took a bow, and the room erupted into applause, as the food was placed on the tables.
Max ate what was in front of him, and didn't ask what it was. He guessed it was some kind of potato based pie, but he couldn't be certain. People who have magical powers tend to also have strange diets, so any number of things could be in there. Except for gherkins. All Pistrear's are born with a cucumber allergy, however that is not to say that everyone born with a cucumber allergy is a Pistrear, Pistrear's being persons of magic, or to put it in plain English, Sorcerers.
Despite having a cucumber allergy, just like his parents, Max had yet to show any kind of power. His dad has the ability to move sand by asking it nicely, and his mum can show people what she is thinking, in the same way a projector projects an image onto a screen. In a few months, Max will be 16. If he hasn't proven he has powers by that time, he is officially normal. His name will be taken off every register in every book, and he will no longer be a part of something that has been in his family for centuries.
Max finished the food, and there was some time before the award ceremony for people to do what they needed to do. Max got up and walked out into the foyer. It was a cool, windless night, and a lot of people were outside talking. He looked round and saw a group about his age talking to one another. He walked over and went to introduce himself.
"Hey." He said confidently "I'm Max, are you here with your family." The group, made up of two boys and three girls, all nodded and said yes. "Oh good, not just me then."
"I'm Tiffany, that's Alex, Lucy, Chris and June." Max joined in with their group, and they seemed to be talking about Lucy's powers. Lucy is a petite, strawberry blonde girl with green eyes and her hair in a bun.
"I'm never coming to see you dance. Sorry, but I'm not a fan of mind control." Chris said.
"Yeah, Lu is an amazing ballet dancer, so good in fact, you become oblivious to everything but Lucy. It's quite clever really. It wears off after a few minutes though, but you're practically a vegetable before that." Tiffany made to pat Lucy's bun, but Lucy moved gracefully out of the way.
"Just enough time to bundle you into the back of a van before you regain consciousness!" Alex narrowly avoided a swat from Lucy.
"What can you do?" Lucy asked Max.
"Nothing, I think." Max shrugged.
"How old are you?" Chris asked.
"15, I'll be 16 in a few months."
"You've got time. Don't worry." June said "I got my power at 16, and they let me back in. I'm 17 by the way." She smirked "Do you want to see my power?"
"Oh god!" Alex groaned "You've been showing us all day, we know, we don't need to see it again."
"I haven't seen yet." Max piped up and June grinned at him.
"Everyone hold hands." The small group all held hands in a circle. "Close your eyes." They did as they were told. Max felt the atmosphere shift suddenly, and his shoes were suddenly on softer ground. "Open."