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Chapter 2
Almost three years ago…
On the other side of the two brilliantly gleaming stars, there lived a boy–the only boy who Wendy ever really thought about, and the boy who showed her how to fly.
He found himself without his usual band of troublemakers…his accomplices in their daring escapades.
He had sent them away from his home here in Neverland, giving them a chance to grow up with loving families. He was sure that he did the right thing and that the Darlings were great hands to be in. But now after he did that supposedly right thing, he felt different…
He felt, for the first time in a very long while, lonely.
"Tink, what say you to another firing session with the cannons?" Said the boy with an energetic tone.
The glowing fairy beside him only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
They were aboard what was formerly known as the Jolly Roger. The ship, which had belonged to Hook, was now named the Jolly Fairy. It now had a winged female figure as its figurehead, thanks to the work of Tiger Lily and the Indians.
The blond-haired boy sporting a mischievous grin was wearing Hook's hat, which was a little too big, but suited him very well. His fairy companion did not share his enthusiasm, which lacked realness, and she told him just that in the sound of tiny bells tinkling.
"I am being real! The realness in my voice must be lost to you through the many cannon firing sessions that we had earlier."
But deep down, he knew that Tinkerbell was right. He did feel empty these days no matter how much he did not want to admit it.
"Peter, don't go."
"Then come with me!"
"I can't fly."
"I'll teach you."
The first time he saw Wendy and the night they first met each other seemed like yesterday, but felt like years ago to Peter. He did not know what this bugging feeling was.
He told himself that he would never be happy where Wendy and the Lost Boys were, but now he wasn't so sure anymore. Neverland provided endless possibilities of adventure and yet Peter had not felt like himself ever since he parted ways with his friends…especially Wendy, who he thought about the most.
A day passed. Then three more… and then a week…
Still, Peter never did feel better about leaving London alone.
Time never seemed to pass here in Neverland. He always liked having as much time as he wanted to amuse himself. Now, every day felt like an eternity and he wished for it to pass quicker. However, he had not know what he was hoping for; what is the point of wanting the days to pass when he had nothing to expect at the end of it?
Was he hoping for something after all?
Feeling particularly weird and worn out that evening, Peter sat down by Mermaid Lagoon where Tiger Lily was glaring at a mermaid with long dark hair. She abruptly turned to the boy and dismissed the mermaid who silently disappeared into the water, all the while eyeing Peter.
"What is the Indian princess doing alone here this late at night?" He inquired.
The girl looked away and started walking towards him, pretending to be disinterested.
She then stared pointedly at Peter with her arms crossed and her chin high.
"I was just passing by, don't mind me." He replied.
"We all know mermaids have to do with the dark and mystical. Why are you here, Peter Pan?" Tiger Lily spoke in her own Indian tongue, which Peter quite understood.
"I…I was just...checking to see if they are gone." He paused, struggling to think of a better explanation. "The one with the dark hair who was talking to you… yes, her. They have told me that she had shiny pearls each as big as a cannon. I was trying to take one for myself. "
"And who exactly told you about this?" The princess was not amused.
"The… the Indians…?"
"Well, how come I did not know about this?"
"Liar, you knew too, that's why you're here now looking for it."
Tiger Lily sighed exaggeratedly and sat down beside him. "What is wrong with you Peter? Lately you have been very…distracted."
"I am not." He refuted weakly. "I was just tired, that's all. Flying back and forth to Neverland is a very tiring journey."
Tiger Lily glanced around and looked like she was debating with herself before producing a small flask with dark purple liquid in it.
"Well, I for one never tire from my journeys to London."
"You have been to London?" Peter could not contain his surprise. He almost jumped back.
"Yes, you see… whenever you visit London, you grow slightly older there because time actually passes. That's why you feel so tired. You are getting old." She said, as-a-matter-of-factly.
"That explains everything…" The boy now wore the look of complete understanding. I grew slightly older! He thought. I went there and became more of an…adult–he grimaced as he hated the idea–and now I am starting to think and feel like an adult.
"But I have never worried about it because I have my potion with me." She glanced down at her flask.
"What's in it?" He finally noticed the flask in Tiger Lily's hands.
"I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to anyway."
"Tell me! Or I'll…I'll…" He faltered, for he had not been feeling very eager to do anything recently and his imagination failed him in that short second.
"You'll what? Throw me in the water?"
"Exactly." Peter grinned slyly with his hands on his hips, now hovering above the girl.
"Then this flask will drown with me as well as its contents."
"We wouldn't want that now, would we? So…why don't we go and play a game of Find-the-flask? Whoever can find it first will get to keep it! And of course, get to know what it is for."
"And why would I do that?" asked Tiger Lily with a genuinely confused expression.
"Because if you don't, I shall pry it out of your fingers by force." He leaned down and whispered in her ear.
Unimpressed, Tiger Lily pouted and looked away. Then after a moment, she suddenly looked up to Peter and said, "Fine, I will play if the winner also gets some of Tinkerbell's fairy dust."
"Why would I want Tink's fairy dust?" Peter asked.
"You think you have won, but you won't. I know, let's ask the mermaids to hide the flask for us." She suggested.
"Why the mermaids?" The boy flew back down with a suspicious look on his face.
"Because they are impartial. Pretty much everybody else could be your ally."
"Fair enough. Let's call them out–" He let out a soft whistle, his way of letting the mermaids know of his presence.
A head popped out of the water, and then two more. They slowly approached him, never taking their eyes off the two humans. Tiger Lily told them to hide the flask and so they did.
For the first time since he came back from London, Peter was actually excited about something. He believed that this flask promised to him the answer to all of his doubts and he wanted it badly.
Excitement evident in his clear eyes, Peter smiled.
"Now, let's go treasure hunting."
To be continued...