A/N: For some unknown reason the site steals words so if some words are missing my apologies,I own nothing don't sue .You sue,I to Lucycrewe for letting me use her idea to write this prequal
It had had been two years since Peter had first seen the fairies and they had come back every single day.
Peter's favourite was the littlest fairy, the one he had seen first. She seemed to be the boldest of all the fairies, leaping in and out of places the others would only buzz around cauiously.
The fairies liked to dance and used a fairy ring to do it. it really wasn't anything special just several bright colored mushrooms that were grouped in a ring under a tree.
Peter sat perfectly still as the fairies joined hands and danced around the ring.
"What are you doing?" Susan asked, coming up behind him.
Peter scowled at her. The fairies had flown away, startled by her presence.
"You scared them away." he said.
"Scared who away?" Susan asked, "There was no one there," Despite her six years, she had the annoying tendency to seem older than she really was.
"The fairies, you scared them away " Peter said, clearly upset.
"Fairies don't exist, only babies believe in fairies." Susan said.
Peter looked at her,"You shouldn't say that, they'll get upset and not come back." he warned.
Susan stared at him for a moment to see if he was joking, reliazing he was serious, she giggled. "Of course they won't, seeing as they were never there to begin with."
"They were."
"They weren't."
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Mummy says it's wrong to tell lies." Susan said in a matter of fact way, tossing her glossy curls over her shoulder.
Peter regretted mentioning the fairies in front of Susan. he didn't speak to her the rest of the day .He vowed not to mention them in front of her again or anyone else for that matter.
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Susan was not a cruel girl, not by a longshot, but she just didn't believe that Peter had really seen fairies. So she took pleasure in teasing him mercilessly. She thought he was lying or making things up. Mummy and Daddy thought he was just playing. Edmund and Lucy were too little to have an opinion.
As soon as school let out and after tea, Peter raced home and down to the bottom of the garden. The fairies were always there waiting for him. Most times Peter could barely sit still, but when it came to watching the fairies, he could stay perfectly still for minutes at a time.
He learned each of the fairies habits and was even a family among the even plucked up enough courage to rest on his palm.
Peter wondered if the fairies were hungry. Fairies, he knew, loved cake. He stood up, brushing the grass stains off the back of his short trousers.
No one was in the kitchen when he entered, he was just about to break off a piece of cake when Helen entered.
"Peter, what are you doing? You just had tea and dinner's in a few hours; if you're still hungry, you can have some bread and butter, but no cake." she told him firmly.
"But they only eat cake, Mama." Peter protested, "May I have just a teeny piece? It isn't for me and they're hungry."
"Who?" Helen asked. "Who 's hungry?"
"The fairies." Peter said, "They're hungry and if I don't get back, they'll think I forgot about them."
Oh, not that again, Helen thought before answering. "No, now run along and play." she said, shooing him out of the kitchen.
Peter sighed and headed towards the parlour, Susan looked up a mischievous smirk on her face.
"Did you play with the fairies again today?" she asked mockingly.
Lucy and Edmund looked at him, then at Susan
"Leave me alone." Peter said, curling up on the couch and glaring at Susan.
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Later that night, as Helen was putting Peter to bed, she picked up his clothes and noticed a tear in his shirt.
"Peter, when'd you tear your shirt?" she asked
"I dunno." he said diving under the covers, he said something else too, but it was muffled by the bedclothes.
"Peter, come out, I can't understand a word you said." Helen said.
Peter sat up. "I said, I think it was when I was playing with the fairies."
Helen sighed. Secretly, she thought this fairy business was getting out of hand, but all she said aloud was, "Next time be more careful." she kissed him and turned the lamp down.
Once downstairs she turned to her husband ,"Do you think that Peter's getting a bit too old for this fairy business? He's going to be eight in a month."
"Of course he's getting too old to believe in fairy nonsense." Mr. Pevensie said,"But maybe he'll grow out of it in time."
"I do hope so. What's going to happen when he starts boarding school next term?" Helen asked shaking her head. She worried about that oldest boy of hers sometimes.
