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Chapter 8- Missing Fingers and Green Eyes
Peter and Felix dropped down from Peter's tree house. Henry scrambled to his feet and walked over to them, "Hey, do you know where that girl is? I wanted to talk to her."
Peter and Felix looked at each other, a flash of concern briefly shining through on Felix's usually impassive face and Peter's worried countenance. Pan crouched down to level himself with Henry.
"Birdy's gotten a little, sick. She's been here awhile, but the island is dying... The magic is dying... I tried to heal her, but I couldn't. She caught the sickness from someone else on the island. We fear that if we can't save the magic, that more people will catch it and die."
Henry's eyes were the size of saucers, his mouth slightly agape, "Can't you help her?" he stammered.
Peter shook his head sadly, "No. Already, many people have fallen ill to this terrible disease. But," Pan grinned, his eyes gleaming- unfortunately, Henry couldn't see the conniving, sly mind sitting behind the worried mask, "that's were you come in, Henry. You, and you alone, can save magic."
The young boy's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "I don't believe you."
Peter Pan straightened suddenly, a frown tugging his lips downwards. He quickly smiled at Henry, though his eyes were stormy and displeased, "You will eventually, Henry. Don't worry, we believe in you."
I'm not sure when I was first aware that I had woken up, but I'm sure it took my at least 30 minutes to realize that I was awake because everything was so- muted, almost like someone had pulled out the essence of me out of my body and stuck it in a rock. I couldn't smell, I couldn't taste, I couldn't feel jack shit, I couldn't hear anything, save for the strange white noise, but what really got me was that I couldn't see.
I tried to move my hand towards my face the see if my eyes were even open; the darkness was so complete around me. It went on for forever and then some.
And I couldn't stand it.
It reminded me of the vast amounts of time I spent, lost, abandoned in that starless galaxy. I could've been out there for mere seconds, minutes, hours. But it felt like hours- no, more like centuries at best. Eras flying past me, slipping through the fingers I could no longer see, and I couldn't even tell the difference between a month and a century.
But then, I remember finding the star...
I woke up. My dress swirled around me, a seemingly midnight blue color.
There were many things I could have thought at that moment. I could have twisted and turned, trying to find the source and this greatly missed light. I could have laughed at the novelty of being able to see my fingers. But what I thought was, 'I thought it was a lighter blue.'
In all fairness, it was a just as reasonable thing to do, considering my memories and sense of identity had been rotting and deteriorating slowly, due to the consistency and unfailing darkness and inability to do much of anything other than float and pray to any God that I didn't believe in that I was drifting out of this wasteland, instead of further in.
After what I assumed was a great amount of time, my optimistic views failed me and I decided on the latter.
I had no memories or knee-jerk reaction of certain faith to stop me from sinking into depression. I simply had what little scraps of images were left imprinted in my blue- light blue- turquoise- hazel-
Green eyes.
What little scraps of images were left imprinted in my angry, glaring green eyes. What was left was a light blue dress, the color of a newly born sky only found at the birth of a new galaxy. Two horses, one of jade and one of black diamonds. Light orange hair. A floating island. Rope bridges.
Which is to say, I had nothing
Felix sat on a small stool next to the Peter's bed, which the girl was 'sleeping' soundly in. Henry had left shortly after he got a good look at her, declaring that she just needed more sleep. Peter had left with him, but returned almost immediately. He was currently swinging slowly on a hammock in the window above the bed the girl was in.
Peter sat up suddenly, his eyes trained on the girl. I followed his gaze, wondering what the fuss was about- of course, it had to be something. It was Peter.
Her hand twitched.
Her eyelashes trembled as her heavy lids struggled to open.
Her hand twitched again.
Then, she calmed, her erratic movements stilling and she, once again, appeared to be asleep.
Pan leaned forwards and pressed a hand to her temple, closing his eyes when he did so. For a long, pregnant pause, neither of them moved.
Pan stood up- suddenly. Quickly. He gave the girl a strange look, "Hm." Peter turned to me, "Watch her closely. If she lifts her hand, grab it. If that doesn't calm her, give her another dosage.
He promptly left the room, leaving my chest to swell with pride that Peter Pan trusts me to watch the girl, who, as he told me, was important to him. I would watch the girl, as Peter Pan instructed, while he handled the situation with the boy. Pan could (obviously) handle that without my help, or anyone else's.
Peter Pan never fails.
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