Author's Note: There are no BTTF characters in this chapter, or the next one. The next chapter will introduce characters from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. The Peter Pan Universe portrayed in this fic is not from any single one adaption.
December 24, 1010
4:15 PM Narnia Time
World of Narnia
As Wendy Darling looked around, she was stunned by what she saw. This place really was about as beautiful as Neverland. It was a real shame, though, that Captain Hook found his way into this land - and he was supposed to be eaten by that crocodile! Her little sister, Emily, also appeared to be rather impressed. She was only six years old.
"So, Peter Pan," Wendy commented, as she turned to the perpetual child, "what was it that... really brought Captain Hook back to life? I reckon that this is very unsettling for you. I suspect that magic was involved, but it must be a... darker form of magic."
"It was," replied Peter Pan. "It was a goblin, who goes by the name of Jareth. Do not be fooled by his charm. He's simply a very dangerous creature. He from a land, called Labyrinth. He's been defeated in his own land, which he's extremely embittered by."
"Labyrinth," whispered Wendy, stunned. "I've heard of labyrinths! They're quite like, uh, mazes! So, is the land that Jareth came from shaped like a maze?" Peter Pan just nodded. "I'm almost afraid to see what that land is like! Then again, I sure happen to be fond of adventures. Even though I'm eighteen years old, I still feel as though..."
"I remember when you were a little smaller than me," Peter Pan replied, wistfully. "It's a little queer think of how you're... Even the Lost Boys that came back with you really are getting big. Curly must be about fourteen years old, and his voice sounds as if..."
"His name's Howard, now," reminded Wendy. "Michael's rather the same age as John was, when we first met you. I can't really remember how long it was, that we stayed in Neverland. Yet, we actually returned home on the very same night that we left."
"In a way, it sure seems like almost yesterday," Peter Pan commented, sighing. "Well, now is sure not the time to be getting nostalgic. There is, in fact, a specific reason for why I brought you and Emily here. It's Christmas here, just like back at your home. In fact, it's only been ten years ago - since Christmas has been allowed back in Narnia."
"They didn't always have Christmas?" Emily asked, as she looked horrified. Peter Pan simply shook his head. "That's just awful! I can't quite imagine life without Christmas. It's about the happiest time of the year. What happened? Didn't they have snow."
"They had snow, all right," explained Peter Pan, grimly. "They sure had plenty of it, in fact. It was winter all the time, back when the White Witch ruled the place - and, yet, never Christmas. I fear to think of how Captain Hook can ruin the joyous festivities."
"We'd better head over to the Beavers' house," suggested Tinkerbell. Wendy sighed, just as Tinkerbell lead the way. She felt anxious, and she began to wonder if bringing Emily along was really a good idea. She sure wished to bring all seven of her brothers along, but Peter Pan was insistent against the idea. "They're going to have a feast!"
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"So, Sir Didymus, this is Narnia?" Sarah Williams asked, as she looked around. It really felt like a surreal experience, as Sarah was always fond of the popular book series by CS Lewis. "This is totally awesome! Boy, this sure is about the best Christmas present that anyone could ask for. Thank you so much, for taking us here! It's real beautiful!"
"It's Christmas here, as well," explained Sir Didymus. "It's only been about ten years, since Christmas was permitted in the land. I was thinking, Jareth was never real fond of Christmas. He never actually forbade it, but he just made it very difficult for us..."
"Let's forget about Jareth," protested Sarah, as she glanced. "So, this is actually ten years - since the White Witch was defeated? That must mean that the Pevensies are the rulers of the land. Man, this is really like a dream come true! It's totally splendid!"
"Actually, Sarah," insisted Sir Didymus, sighing, "we can't just forget about Jareth! In fact, he happens..." Sarah's heart sure skipped a beat, when she saw the concerned look on Sir Didymus' face. "Jareth happens to be here! The residents of this land are rather concerned. To make matters worse, he's accompanied by Captain Hook!"
"Captain Hook?" Sarah asked, stunned. She also happened to be so familiar with that name. He was Peter Pan's nemesis. "I really don't believe this! This is so... I'm feeling so, uh... frightened! Well, if I can tackle rescuing my little brother - then I guess I..."
"Toby's sure becoming a mighty big boy," Sir Didymus replied, indulgently. "He's three years old, already. At any rate, Mr. Beaver asked for us to come over. They're really such fine folks. I think I could get used to this one, once we defeat those hoodlums!"
"I can't stand listening to David Bowie," Sarah commented, with a grimace. "It doesn't help that he bears a great resemblance to Jareth, as well as to that very sleazy dude my mom married. The thing is, most of my friends insist that I'm not being quite fair to Bowie - but I really can't... Strangely enough, Toby seems to actually love his music."
"Jareth always was the very manipulative and cunning type," replied Sir Didymus. "Of course, the idea of him really being in cahoots with Captain Hook is what really scares me. As you're so familiar with the stories of Peter Pan, you probably have a good..."
"Yeah, I sure can imagine that he's a nasty dude," replied Sarah, sighing. "Of course, if I'm not mistaken, Captain Hook is more openly evil than Jareth is. I'm not quite sure of which is worth, in fact. Together, though, I'm sure they make a pretty toxic duo."
Sir Didymus nodded, as he hopped on top of Ambrosius. Sarah glanced at the canine, as she thought of Merlin. The two really bore a great resemblance to each other. She then felt a little sad, as she thought of how Merlin was becoming quite old. She simply thought of how nice Narnia was, and hoped that it wouldn't be all work and no play.
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Harvey Dornacker could hardly believe what he saw, as he glanced around the rather beautiful countryside. His sister, Julie, seemed to be just as mesmerized. It really was just like taking a nice holiday. He smiled, as he turned to Floria - the multicoloured bird that Harvey and Julie was very friendly with, ever since they were just small children.
Harvey was only five years old, while Julie was four, when Floria just showed up next to them. As one might expect, they were both so fascinated to meet a bird that could talk - and not actually in a mimicking sort of way, as they knew that parrots really did.
He quite thought back to the day, when he first told his parents about Floria. Stricter parents might just scold him for "chattering about such nonsense", while more lenient parents might humour him and commend him for having "such a great imagination".
His parents, however, did neither. Instead, they asked if they could also meet Floria. They were entirely serious, as well. Soon afterward, his mother began telling him and Julie stories about her own adventures in Narnia. She'd then express great sorrow at how, as she got older, she began to forget about Narnia. It was so troubling for her.
"This is so beautiful!" breathed Julie, with awe. "It's sure nice to, uh, finally be able to see this place. Mum's simply told us plenty of nice stories about this place. She always spoke lovingly of Aunt Lucy - who's had a heart of the child, up until the day that..."
"I always wish I could've met Aunt Lucy," Harvey replied, wistfully. "Also, Uncle Peter and Uncle Edmund. That must've been very sad for Mum. It's simply been a little over 25 years, now. Thank you so much for taking it here, Floria. This place is so far out!"
"I'm so sorry to inform you that this won't entirely be a pleasure trip," Floria informed, solemnly. "We brought you here because... Well, we have a couple of intruders - and they. It's been ten years now, since the defeat of the White Witch - and we're rather excited about the Christmas season. However, with these intruders coming here..."
"Wait a minute!" gasped Harvey, as he just realized something. "Mum mentioned that she, along with her brothers and sister, ruled Narnia for fifteen years. That means, if my calculations are correct, Mum is also here - as well as... Man, this is very groovy!"
"Precisely," replied Floria. "I must caution you, though, against letting them know who you are. Right now, Lucy is eighteen years old - so she's quite be about the same age as you. Once she goes back to your world, she'll just revert to being eight years old."
"How can this be possible, though?" Julie asked, confused. "Mum told us that it was in 1940, when she and the others first went to Narnia. We're from 1974, which is a little bit... Well, she really did explain to us about how time in Narnia was... different - so I guess... It'll really seem weird - thinking that, here, Mum would be only 22 years old."
"I realized something else!" exclaimed Harvey. "Aunt Lucy was really only seventeen years old - when she, our uncles, and our grandparents were in that train crash. It's so..." Sobering a little, she asked, "So, Floria, what's the deal with those intruders?"
"We'd better head over to the Beavers' house," explained Floria. "Mrs. Beaver sure is a great cook. The threat shouldn't be as great as that of the White Witch. I must just warn you, though - these intruders actually have a rather strong hatred of children!"
"That's horrible!" gasped Harvey. He glanced at his sister, who was also stunned. "Of were, Julie and I aren't quite children. Well, in a way, we're really a little disappointed that... Well, I'd be more than thrilled to fight these child-hating radicals! This rather is a disgrace. We haven't spent too much time here, but I'm already starting to love it!"
Floria just nodded, as she began to lead the way. It might not be the life that Harvey and Julie were used to, but it was a great place to visit. It seemed rather tranquil. He looked so forward to meeting his relatives, and wondered how his mother would look.
