Part Two!
Wendy cursed herself for being so stupid. She should have known Peter wasn't just going to let her go. She sat in the cage made of vines and bamboo stalks for three nights before he came to visit her.
Peter had taken special care to make sure she would not escape and had the cage tied up and hung in a tree. It didn't bother Wendy much. She found the gentle swaying every time the wind blew relaxing. She didn't notice he had come, though, until the cage rocked more than usual and started to lower.
Wendy looked through the spaces between the bamboo and saw him standing at the base of the tree with the rope in his hands, slowly bringing her down to his level.
"Good evening, Darling," he said once she was on the ground. "How has your day been?"
It was almost as if he were mocking her.
"Fine." Wendy bit back but was immediately ashamed by her rudeness.
"Oh, don't be like that, Darling," Pan said pacing back and forth in front of the cage. "I was only trying to be polite."
"Why can't you just let me go home?" There was exasperation in her voice.
"My dear, Wendy, I was hoping you'd have realized by now."
"Realized what?"
"You-" he jabbed a finger in her direction, "-are mine."
Wendy's heart dropped. This was not the Peter Pan she first met. She was starting to think the boy she saw her first night on the island wasn't really Peter at all, but only a disguise used by the real Pan.
One thing Wendy knew for certain: She would never see her family again.
Pan sat on a stump with a small blade in his right hand and a stick the width of his thumb in the other. He was slowly dragging the sharp edge against the wood, making tiny pieces curl up and fall to the ground between his him, the Lost Boys milled through camp, laughing and joking with each other.
As he shaped his piece of wood, Pan began thinking about the girl called Wendy Darling. She'd been on Neverland for almost two weeks and she still hasn't given in.
Pan remembered a conversation he had with her a few nights after she'd arrived:
"What's wrong, Peter?" Wendy asked, noticing his hard expression while carving his wood. "
Hmm?" he looked up and saw her standing in front of him. "Oh, nothing of importance. No need to worry yourself, Darling." He said it as if he didn't want to her ask any more questions, but in reality Pan was hoping her curiosity would win over so that he could begin the process of tricking her.
"Oh, come on, Peter," she said plopping herself down next to him. "You can tell me."
He continued with the nonchalant act. "It' just- no one believes in me anymore. And if no one believes, the island will die." Peter lowered his head as if deeply saddened.
"But, you're connected to the island," Wendy said putting the pieces together, just as Pan had hoped. "If the island dies, then…"
Peter nodded solemnly. He waited for the words he knew she would say next.
"I believe in you."
Then, Pan saw those words as the reason to make her stay but now he knew they were the reason to let her go.
Since she'd said those words, Pan had noticed his feelings for her had changed. He caught himself stealing glances at her whenever he could. He had an unexplainable urge to be near her all the time. At first he thought it was just the magic in him having an attraction to the Heart of the Truest Believer but he was realizing now that he had begun to fall in love with Wendy Darling.
He had to let her go. Because if he fell in love with her there was no way he'd be able to take her heart.
Sorry these are so short :/ But hey! Two updates in one day! That's good right?
So, it's very likely that there will only be one or two more chapters left... I just finished the last one right before posting this. But when I'm finished this story I will write another so don't you fear! Yes it will be another shortie like this but its still a story! :D
But yeah thanks for reading :)
~glamgirl16
