Hey everybody! I'm not sure why, but I suddenly wanted to make a Peter Pan story, but with Jack as Peter (he will just be called Jack though, not Peter Pan or anything) and Kim as Wendy. Ty will also be there as Hook, and Frank as Smee. The gang will be the lost boys, and so on. Rudy I think will be the Indian Cheif, and will not be so terribly much in the story. I'm not completely sure who Rudy will be, but he will be there.
I hope you'll enjoy!
I was looking out of my huge window, admiring the fairness of the stars. They were so peaceful, lighting up the darkness of the sky. They chased away the terrifying, but beautiful blackness, filling it with small lanterns of hope.
I've always been searching the sky, every morning and evening, for the last couple of years. I'm not completely sure why, but something told me it someday will be worth it. By searching the sky, I one day will be awarded with a prize beyond my wildest dreams.
It sounds strange, but every time I look at the stars I feel the presence of another. Like someone is watching me back, gazing at me trough another window, a window in the sky.
Little did I know that tonight was the night, the night that would change my life as I knew it.
I sighted deeply, feeling lost. It was silly of me to believe in such childish stuff, believe that by gazing at the stars a dream will come true, a dream I haven't yet dreamed. I was a teen now, I was fifteen, I should put all this childish stuff behind me.
Problem was, I couldn't manage it. Even though my body and knowledge was of a fifteen year old girl, my fantasy still worked on the level of a much smaller child. I believed in magic and all that stuff everybody told me was made up, I believed in everything that shouldn't exist.
I even stood up for magic and fantasy in school, I yelled at the girl that had been shouting about it just being stupid stories. I told this girl how it was true, but that it came in smaller portions, and the larger ones came to those who believed in it.
Later on I was sent to the principal, who yelled at me for being such a child in my head. She told me I should start seeing the world as it was, without the magic. She said the words I believed in with such hate, such disbelief.
That evening I talked with my parents. They also fighted with me about my belief in the magic world of fantasy. They also thought I was weird for thinking that stuff was true. They never said it out loud, but I knew they thought it.
"You have to grow up Kim!" the conversation had ended with.
The words my father had spat at me in the end still burned inside me, making tears fall down my cold cheeks. Those words had haunted me, they had been said to me these last months, but I didn't listen to them, even though they hurt badly.
My father was even sending me away on some boarding school, hoping I would stop with these fantasies. He loved me, don't get it wrong, but he didn't always see my true needs. He didn't see what I wanted, just what he thought I wanted.
Tomorrow I was going to leave this house, leave it all behind me. This was the last night I would be spending in my room for a long time, the last night with my beloved fantasy books. My father didn't allow me to bring anything related to fantasy, fairy tails or magic.
So here I am, staring out of the window, dreading the day that will come in a couple of hours. I didn't want to leave my home, I didn't want to be away from my family. I loved my parents, it I just wished they understood that I wasn't crazy.
Maybe I was...
I sighted, knowing that I would need sleep. I stood carefully up, walking with stiff movements to my bed. I lied down, pulling the covers over me. While I felt the warmth of the blanket my eyes closed sleepily, and suddenly I was asleep, slipping into the world I belonged to.
The world of fantasy.
No POV:
After the troubled girl fell asleep the wonders started to happen. A figure appeared outside her window, something that's was odd, because the girls room happened to be on the third floor.
The figure was tall and thin, and you could easily see that it was the figure of a boy. The boy seemed to float in the midair, right in front of the huge window. It was like the air supported him, like gravity didn't care about this one boy.
Like he was something special.
A little light suddenly appeared by the boys left ear, shooting back and forth eagerly. The ball of light was making small noises, almost like squeaks. Most people wouldn't have understood what the light said, but the boy apparantly did.
"Hush, Tink. I have to get inside this room!" the floating boy whispered to the light. There was no real need to whisper though, the window was closed so the girl couldn't hear, and there was nobody else at the height of the third floor to listen to the conversation.
Tink - the light - made some noises that sounded like small bells, before zooming to the boys head and dragging in his brown hair.
"No Tink, we can't leave."
Tink made some more of her noises. She suddenly stopped flying wildly around, settling in front of the boys eyes. When she stood still you could faintly see her, the little fairly. She looked almost frozen, the only movement being her wings. She had her tiny arms folded, and a demanding look in her face, telling the boy to name a reason they had to stay.
"I have to find something called a Kim, a Kim Carfrog."
The fairly looked at him, before shaking with laughter. The boy only stared weirdly at the fairy, before continuing trying to find a way into the room.
"Find something useful to do, Tink!" he told the fairy, but Tink still shook with laughter. All the shaking caused fairy dust to fall of her, and the boy got it all over his hands. He started to shake it off, not liking that his hands begun to light up in the dark.
For once, he didn't want any attention, and a boy with a glowing hand that floated in the midair sure would draw some.
The fairy said something in the boy's ear, making the boy grin.
"Thanks," he whispers, before flying a little lower. He grappled the lower part of the window, starting to carefully open it by pushing it upwards. It was heavy work, but after the eventful life this boy had he wasn't at all weak, rather the opposite.
The window protested quietly, putting up a small fight against the boy, but after a couple of minutes, the boy won. He opened it up wide, slowly stepping inside the room he considered his goal.
He looked around, letting his eyes fly over every object in the room. There was a rather large bookshelf, filed to the edge with thick books. Across the shelf stood a closet, with strange stuff painted all over it. The boy closed the gap between him and the pained closet, looking at the art.
"What's that?" he said, pointing at a large greenish lizard, with huge wings. Everybody who had read a story knew it was a dragon, but this boy hadn't. He couldn't read, but he often listened to stories. Unfortunately, nobody had read one that contained a dragon before for him.
Actually, nobody had really intended to read to him. He just floated outside children's bedroom, listening to their mothers telling goodnight stories to them.
He loved the ones where martial arts were involved, the ones where the bad guys lost because the hero used karate moves. They were the ones he hoped to hear, the ones he secretly told himself when he couldn't sleep.
"Tink, do you know what a Kim is?" the boy asked, looking after his fairy. She was over by the shelves, looking behind the books for this thing they needed, but couldn't find.
Tink shook her head, then went back to the search.
The boy was still eyeing the room, trying to find something that caught his attention. He first let his eyes run over a white desk - but it looked grey in the almost completely dark room - then a chair with pillows piled in it. He flew over to a small box, opening it carefully. He found a lot of stuff in the - some faked objects from stories he knew, a half written fairy tail and some nicely folded clothes with a black belt tied around.
He had been told about those somewhere, but he could remember where. The memory was tied back in his brain, not willing to step forward. Like a lot of this before, this boy had again forgotten what he once had been told.
Suddenly a small noise interrupted the silence, almost like a whimper. The boy's head snapped up in the direction it came from, trying to find the source of the tiny noise. His eye caught a little bed, with a small figure in it. He lowered to ground level, but didn't even notice it when his bare feet came in contact with the cold wooden floor. He let the curiosity get the better of him, and slowly made his way to the figure.
When he was closer he could tell it was a girl. He had never seen one - that was human, he had seen mermaids of course - except for the ones in the Indian Tribe, in a long time.
The girl had long blond hair, and was probably a little less than a head smaller than him. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavily, which proved that she was asleep. She had a troubled expression on her face, making a little crack in the beauty she held. She looked so peaceful, yet so scared. She was whimpering in her sleep and tossing around, like something bothered her.
She reminded him of Sleeping Beauty, the princess in the stories.
The boy leaned a little closer, so he could look more closely at her face, and maybe try to figure out what was wrong. He was probably two feet away from her face when her eyes suddenly snapped open.
Kim POV:
I'm not sure why, but I didn't sleep well at all. I think it has something to do with that stupid school I was being sent away to, the one I was going to tomorrow.
After a couple of hours with sleep, I just couldn't take it anymore. My body refused to continue, and woke up.
When I opened my eyes, I almost screamed.
In front of me stood a boy, one I didn't recognize. I was met by a pair of brown eyes, but the second after they vanished. For a second I wondered if I had dreamed it all, because the eyes were far more beautiful than any other eyes I had seen.
But then I heard a noise, I heard something hit the wall over by the window. I quickly looked that way, and to my surprise, there actually was a boy there.
He was real.
He was far up in the corner, his arms flung out to the sides, and a panicked look of his face. It looked like he tried to melt into the wall, tried not to be seen.
I was to surprised that I didn't notice that the boy was a meter in the air at first, but when I didn't see that I gasped.
He was flying!
He was actually flying, he didn't touch the ground.
How was that even possible? That only happened in stories. That wasn't supposed to happen in my world, even though I wished it would. It was like the boy had stolen it from a fairy tale.
"Who are you?" I asked, surprised that my voice worked. I thought it was caught in my throat, caught by the surprise. I mean, it's not everyday you see a flying boy.
The boy didn't respond, but looked over at the window, as if trying to plan an escape.
"Don't be afraid," I told him when I remembered his panicked expression.
Funny enough, I wasn't afraid at all. I was more...amazed. I mean, this boy can fly!
The boy lowered to ground expression, switching the panicked face to a cocky one. When he spoke, he sounded confident, nothing like the boy that was so afraid. "I wasn't afraid, just startled."
I almost wanted to laugh, he was so bad at lying. You could tell from a long distance that what he said wasn't true. He had been a little afraid for a moment there...
"Who are you?" I ask again, and this time nothing will be between me and my answer. I will get my answer, even if I have to eat my black belt.
"I'm Jack."
Yay! First chapter done, next one under construction. I hope you liked it!
It was supposed to be Carfrog, not Crawford. He hadn't really listened when he was told, so he got it wrong. That was the reasoN Tink laughed.
This was a little off character, I know. Later on they will be more like themselves, but in the intro it's hard, so I had to change them a little just for this chapter...sorry.
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