Through all your life, all filled with strife
All you desire, had been torn up in two
Because of Ego You
Declan Gailbraith - "Ego You"
I had made it! Two days of almost constant walking; stopping every four or five hours for a twenty minute nap, I walked up to the castle doors. I had waited so long to show Peter Pan what Wendy is made of. I wouldn't rest again until John, Michael and I were safe at home; and the King of the Faeries had a black eye. I stumbled up to the door, knocking twice. "No, you cannot enter before first solving a riddle, little Wisher," a mysterious voice said.
"Alright, bring it," I challenged.
"The more you take away, the bigger I get, what am I?" it asked. Hmmmm, less is more? A HOLE!
"A hole," I said.
"Good job little Wisher, you may pass, the doors swung open to reveal a dark, musty passageway. I took a few tentative steps, glad for Violet's warmth and light. She glowed faintly and whispered in my ear in her high-pitched little voice, "This is scary Wendy, hurry to the end, to the light!" then I saw the light she spoke of. A pinprick of light shone at the end of the tunnel. I ran towards it, but soon it had disappeared. How? If I was running towards it, wouldn't it get larger…then I got an idea. I ran the other way, the light was soon back, and getting larger. It was a mirror trick; Peter was really in for it! For me, the Indians, the boys, and all those Lost Ones, I was going to beat that King black and blue. Smiling at the thought, I hurried my pace, bursting into a small room where John and Michael sat. Peter looked shocked, then sad. I ran to my brothers; scooping them up into bear hugs. "I'm so sorry! I will never ever say anything without thinking again, I promise you!" I sobbed into Michael's hair. John called out some names, and six other boys came running. "What is this?" Peter yelled.
"They are coming with us, Majesty," John said, his voice dripping in unabated scorn. Peter just started at him, shocked that anyone would talk to him that way besides me. John and Michael and I linked hands, I walked up to the King, "You royal pain in the butt, the Indians want free. Let them go back into the woods, let them live the way their culture says they should. Got it? By the way, I owe you this," I took the apple out of my pocket and shoved it into his open mouth, and then I punched him. He fell back into his throne, spitting out the small apple, and shouting some sort of spell.
In a flash of blinding light, I was sitting in the nursery, next to the window. I looked out to see a star, the second from the right, sparkle brightly. I sneered at it. Just then, the most depressing thought hit me, Violet was gone. John and Michael walked up and put their arms around me. John's lanky, skinny one, and Michael's slightly chubby, soft one. I turned and looked at the nursery; the six boys from Neverland were all sitting there, smiling. The oldest ran over and hugged me, he was about my age, 15 or 16. He bowed, "My name is Slightly," he introduced himself.
"I am Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling," I smiled, standing to curtsy.
"This is Nibs, the Twins, Curly and Tootles," he introduced each boy, they bowed in turn. I ran to each and hugged them.
"My parent's might wonder where you came from, but I'm sure they'll adopt you! All of you," I smiled at them. Slightly smiled back and made a shocking statement, "Thank you for the offer, but I am going to find another home. I know a family that lived here long ago, when I was younger, I want to find them. I will keep in contact, I promise," His brown eyes sparkled and shone as he made his declaration. Wendy felt a warmth spread from her face to her neck, to her hands. Her first crush?
She smiled and got Slightly the phone book. He made his call, explaining things differently than they happened. He turned himself into an orphaned relative, therefore living once more with his real family. None of the other boys bothered, they loved Wendy and John and Michael too much. But they never realized until a little later, that Slightly chose not to live there for the same reason they chose to. He loved Wendy too, but in a different way, for as they became closer friends, Wendy found a boy that wasn't cocky, stupid or dependant. And Slightly found a pretty girl with imagination and fun.
15 YEARS LATER
"Come Peter, you're going to be late for school again!" Wendy shouted to her 6 year old. He trundled down the stairs and sat in her lap as his father quickly spooned oatmeal into his mouth. Slightly smiled at his wife, she gave him a quick kiss before rushing their small son down to the kindergarten. She smiled as she saw a lamp in a store emblazoned with a picture of a small faerie. The faerie was wearing violet petals and flower stems on her legs. Wendy thought of her little friend with sadness, but then remembered who was waiting at home for her. She quickly stopped and bought the lamp before hurrying out of the London smog, into her home.