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Chapter 8
Peter
She was so much like her it hurt. Every look with those eyes of hers reminded me of the man that my Wendy had loved, those were his eyes in that sweet face I remembered. How could she forget me? I fumed, while I flew to her window every night for years, even after it was closed. These visits were the reason I was older, Tink told me that all the time I was spending in her world had aged me physically – one more visit and I'd be a man. Ever since I stopped flying to her window I had the same nightmare every night:
A window opens. She leans out, her fragile form seeming to sway in the wind that whipped her hair around her heart shaped face.
"Peter?" She's crying. Crystal tears spilling from her sky blue eyes and falling on the window sill as she desperately calls my name.
"Peter!"Searching for me on the rooftops she cranes her neck and scans the skies frantically.
"Peter?" I am not there. A rasping sob is drawn from deep in her chest as she puts her head in her hands and weeps, her slender shoulders shaking.
"Peter, Peter, Peter." She whispers into her hands and rests her head on the windowsill.
"Peter?" I jumped; was I awake? Spinning round I saw Lorna staring at me quizzically,
"You were asleep! I've been calling your name for the last five minutes," She said, leaning against a tree.
"I was NOT asleep!" I said, springing to my feet. "Did you manage to find the hide-out then?" I questioned smiling as I realised she was leaning against it.
"No, I guess I still have lots to learn oh Master Tracker," She teased.
"Yep," I tried to keep a straight face but failed - "I guess you do!" I said as I pulled a lever and she disappeared down the chute that led to the hide-out. Laughing I sped through the more dignified door and met her at the bottom. She had landed on the pile of blankets put there for that purpose and was still (judging by her open mouth) in shock.
There at the corner of her open mouth was that a kiss, just like Wendy's, I had to tear my eyes away as she glared at me, remembering the kiss her mother gave me all that time ago, how it saved my life.
Deciding I'd been serious for far too long I grinned and helped her up, chuckling as she dusted herself down.
"Come on," I said "There's someone who wants to meet you" Grabbing her hand I pulled her along until we got to Tinkerbell's alcove where she was sat looking in the mirror.
Lorna gasped and stared wide eyed at Tink in wonder. Tinkerbell turned round and spoke in her usual language of squeaks and hand gestures and I translated for a transfixed Lorna.
"She says it's rude to stare." Tink stuck her tongue out at Lorna and drew the leaf curtains, shutting us out. Lorna looked totally bewildered so I put my arm around her and grinned,
"It's alright, she'll get used to you. She's just jealous – she want me all for herself," I smirked "Who can blame her, really?"
"Me, for one." She said laughing and darting backwards as I made a grab for her.
"There's only one way to settle this." I said making my face grave. "A duel. To the death." With that I tossed her a sword and drew my own, settling back into the ready position and beckoning to her with one hand. She looked terrified but was gripping the sword firmly, as she saw me watching her a furrow appeared in her brow and she raised her sword in what certainly looked like determination.
I lunged and she just managed to block with the edge of her sword, stepping backwards hurriedly as she did so. I pulled my sword away and darted round her, she was too slow to turn and I ripped her sash with the blade and laughed as she gasped and swirled round. She came at me then with a series of random strikes but I blocked them easily and eventually flicked her sword from her grasp and tapped the back her knees with the hilt. As she fell I caught her and rolled her onto the pile of blanket on the floor ending up with her on her back and me on top of her, both of us laughing breathlessly. She was very close, close enough for me to notice the orange tint at the center of her eyes, kind of like fire, close enough for the kiss to be tempting and I was leaning closer and closer until our lips touched. Her hand nestled in my hair and surely we were one person? Two people couldn't melt into one could they? We puled apart and breathed, her sweet breath crossing paths with mine but I couldn't stand the distance and we were together again and it was wonderful.
