Chapter 2: The Neverland
Each child has a Neverland. It is where dreams dwell, and all things unreal can come into existence if only someone should wish it. Peter was the heart of this land, being the heart of childhood himself. Anytime he left the Neverland things lay quiet, and calm. It was a time for rest, or at least--not for action. Only when Pan returned did the island suddenly come to life.
Elizabeth did not know how long Peter and her flew, but she was in heaven. Never had she felt more free. It was easy for her to understand why Peter had runaway all those years ago. They played many games before the night was done; neither of them remembered the full extent of their flight. Time seems to stop when Peter is near, and the sun hates to rise if he is still about, so soon the stars began to whisper to Peter that the sun wished to rise.
"I do not wish this night to end!!! It is far to much fuuun!" At the word fun, Peter went into a wild dive, and ran his hand along the skin of the ocean. He then rolled over on his back looking up at Elizabeth who could now fly nearly as well as he.
"The stars are right. To the Neverland!" Peter lifted off his back, and flew past Elizabeth grabbing her hand in the process. Elizabeth couldn't hold it any longer. She let out a loud screech of delight, as the second star to the right became ever closer.
Lights burst into dance around the pair, and carried them through until suddenly all went dark. Elizabeth blinked hard trying to see.
"Peter." She could barely feel his hand anymore.
"Shh." TinkerBell now appeared from Elizabeth's pocket where she had been riding, and lit the world around them just enough. Elizabeth glanced down as they raced across the inky blackness, and saw her reflection.
"Peter what is that?" Suddenly Elizabeth was splashed with icy cold water. Tink too was hit, and jingled angrily at the boy who laughed in response.
"Come on!"
As they flew the dark waters the slowly took on a rosey pink color, that turned orange and the blue. Peter flew fast, even for him, racing his new sister, and laughing all the while.
They flew over an empty lagoon. Peter said sometimes pirates lurked there, and that they were dreadful fun to fight. As they dipped low and touched the treetops Peter put his hands to his mouth and shouted loud.
"Good morning Neverland!" Elizabeth even thought that she could hear the entire island shout a reply.
"Welcome home Peter!" Elizabeth spun as they flew, and actually lost control until Peter put out a hand to stop her.
"Come on." They dipped down into the forest, and flew between the trees.
Elizabeth saw creatures, she'd only read about in books, and beautiful landscapes she could only have imagined. She was wide eyed taking it all in; amongst such beauty she began to forget about her parents. They didn't care about her anyway, at least that is what she thought.
Peter showed her a secret path, only recognizable to those who knew what to look for, and lead her to a small glade filled with trees that had holes in them. Peter motioned for her to be very quiet, and lead her down one of the trees' holes. What greeted Elizabeth at the bottom was a sight so comical that she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. A very large bed was filled from side to side with several strangely clad boys. The wore fur, and leather of different kinds, and were stretched on the bed mouths open, and limbs flayed everywhere. Peter too, snickered at the sight. "Oi, ye worthless scoundrels; get ye up, I've brought a..well, I'm not sure what she is exactly." Elizabeth leapt at the opportunity, and stepped in front of Peter, a smile on her face.
"I am Lizzy, Peter's sister, and second in command." Elizabeth hoped Peter didn't become angry at her self proclaimed status, and glanced at him. Peter however, thought this to be a marvelous idea, and laughed loudly. "Well, you heard her. Now up, and introduce your selves." The boys clambered over each other, and formed a crooked line. " Liz, these are the lost boys. They're a motley bunch, and not worth the hides on their backs, but.Liz, that's such a strange name. You need a new name, a Neverland name." Elizabeth furrowed her brow, what was a Neverland name? "I've got it! Falcon. Henceforth you shall be called Falcon, or Liz the Falcon, for you fly as well as me in a mere night. Only a Falcon can fly so well." Elizabeth grinned at the thought. The name was exhilarating, and fierce.
"Aye." She walked down the line of boys, taking quickly to Peter's game, as she passed one he gave her a strange look, so she stopped. "What is your name?" "Slightly, and I'm Peter's second in command." Peter lunged forward, but was stopped by the Falcon's hand. "I believe I heard him say that I am his second in command. You may however be my second in command." The boy grinned. "Aye Lady Falcon." Peter relaxed a bit, and then went down the line introducing the boys one by one.
Let us now pretend for a moment that we are Elizabeth. On the far left there a small boy called Mouse for he can fit through any space no matter how small. Next to Mouse is Slightly who we have already met. He is perhaps the oldest lost boy, and also the most conceited of the group for he claims to still remember his mother, though he probably does not. Slightly likes to cut whistles out of the trees, and plays quite well. Also there is Rimsy, who is wittiest of the group. He loves nothing more than a good joke, or gag, and always wears a feather in his hair like a redskin, for he beat the chief at the riddle game. Next to Rimsy is Boots, the only of the boys to where shoes. He was rescued by Peter the last time the pirates came. Their captain Flint had somehow captured Boots and was going to have him killed, but for Peter's intervention. Standing quietly next to Boots is Nibs and Tootles. Tootles loves to please, and most often misses out on the adventures. Nibs is the charmer one of the group, quite debonair. Last in line we find dear Curly. He so often is the cause of problems that when the guilty person is commanded to step forth he does so even if it's not his fault. Seven, Elizabeth met in all, though the number of lost boys varies depending upon if they are killed, or begin to grow up. Growing up is strictly forbidden, and any lost boy who begins to do so is banished by Peter, for a grown up cannot be a lost boy.
Elizabeth laughed some more at the sight of the boys, and then turned to Peter who touched her arm lightly. "So what now are we to do, Falcon sister?" Elizabeth looked around trying to think of a reply when by chance of luck her eyes fell upon the first sword real sword she had ever seen. She hurried toward the weapon, and drew it out. It felt nice in her hand, she had only ever seen foils before, and they simply aren't the same. "Teach me to wield this weapon." A cocky smile spread across Peter's face, and his blue eyes lit up. "Aye. Follow me. Lost Boys!!!" Six heads popped up, Mouse was under the bed looking for his slingshot. "Search the island, the wind tells me something strange comes our way." The six heads bobbed in unison. "Come Falcon, we bandy steel." With that they took off to the surface, and flew high above the tree tops toward cliff over looking the sea."
Each child has a Neverland. It is where dreams dwell, and all things unreal can come into existence if only someone should wish it. Peter was the heart of this land, being the heart of childhood himself. Anytime he left the Neverland things lay quiet, and calm. It was a time for rest, or at least--not for action. Only when Pan returned did the island suddenly come to life.
Elizabeth did not know how long Peter and her flew, but she was in heaven. Never had she felt more free. It was easy for her to understand why Peter had runaway all those years ago. They played many games before the night was done; neither of them remembered the full extent of their flight. Time seems to stop when Peter is near, and the sun hates to rise if he is still about, so soon the stars began to whisper to Peter that the sun wished to rise.
"I do not wish this night to end!!! It is far to much fuuun!" At the word fun, Peter went into a wild dive, and ran his hand along the skin of the ocean. He then rolled over on his back looking up at Elizabeth who could now fly nearly as well as he.
"The stars are right. To the Neverland!" Peter lifted off his back, and flew past Elizabeth grabbing her hand in the process. Elizabeth couldn't hold it any longer. She let out a loud screech of delight, as the second star to the right became ever closer.
Lights burst into dance around the pair, and carried them through until suddenly all went dark. Elizabeth blinked hard trying to see.
"Peter." She could barely feel his hand anymore.
"Shh." TinkerBell now appeared from Elizabeth's pocket where she had been riding, and lit the world around them just enough. Elizabeth glanced down as they raced across the inky blackness, and saw her reflection.
"Peter what is that?" Suddenly Elizabeth was splashed with icy cold water. Tink too was hit, and jingled angrily at the boy who laughed in response.
"Come on!"
As they flew the dark waters the slowly took on a rosey pink color, that turned orange and the blue. Peter flew fast, even for him, racing his new sister, and laughing all the while.
They flew over an empty lagoon. Peter said sometimes pirates lurked there, and that they were dreadful fun to fight. As they dipped low and touched the treetops Peter put his hands to his mouth and shouted loud.
"Good morning Neverland!" Elizabeth even thought that she could hear the entire island shout a reply.
"Welcome home Peter!" Elizabeth spun as they flew, and actually lost control until Peter put out a hand to stop her.
"Come on." They dipped down into the forest, and flew between the trees.
Elizabeth saw creatures, she'd only read about in books, and beautiful landscapes she could only have imagined. She was wide eyed taking it all in; amongst such beauty she began to forget about her parents. They didn't care about her anyway, at least that is what she thought.
Peter showed her a secret path, only recognizable to those who knew what to look for, and lead her to a small glade filled with trees that had holes in them. Peter motioned for her to be very quiet, and lead her down one of the trees' holes. What greeted Elizabeth at the bottom was a sight so comical that she had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. A very large bed was filled from side to side with several strangely clad boys. The wore fur, and leather of different kinds, and were stretched on the bed mouths open, and limbs flayed everywhere. Peter too, snickered at the sight. "Oi, ye worthless scoundrels; get ye up, I've brought a..well, I'm not sure what she is exactly." Elizabeth leapt at the opportunity, and stepped in front of Peter, a smile on her face.
"I am Lizzy, Peter's sister, and second in command." Elizabeth hoped Peter didn't become angry at her self proclaimed status, and glanced at him. Peter however, thought this to be a marvelous idea, and laughed loudly. "Well, you heard her. Now up, and introduce your selves." The boys clambered over each other, and formed a crooked line. " Liz, these are the lost boys. They're a motley bunch, and not worth the hides on their backs, but.Liz, that's such a strange name. You need a new name, a Neverland name." Elizabeth furrowed her brow, what was a Neverland name? "I've got it! Falcon. Henceforth you shall be called Falcon, or Liz the Falcon, for you fly as well as me in a mere night. Only a Falcon can fly so well." Elizabeth grinned at the thought. The name was exhilarating, and fierce.
"Aye." She walked down the line of boys, taking quickly to Peter's game, as she passed one he gave her a strange look, so she stopped. "What is your name?" "Slightly, and I'm Peter's second in command." Peter lunged forward, but was stopped by the Falcon's hand. "I believe I heard him say that I am his second in command. You may however be my second in command." The boy grinned. "Aye Lady Falcon." Peter relaxed a bit, and then went down the line introducing the boys one by one.
Let us now pretend for a moment that we are Elizabeth. On the far left there a small boy called Mouse for he can fit through any space no matter how small. Next to Mouse is Slightly who we have already met. He is perhaps the oldest lost boy, and also the most conceited of the group for he claims to still remember his mother, though he probably does not. Slightly likes to cut whistles out of the trees, and plays quite well. Also there is Rimsy, who is wittiest of the group. He loves nothing more than a good joke, or gag, and always wears a feather in his hair like a redskin, for he beat the chief at the riddle game. Next to Rimsy is Boots, the only of the boys to where shoes. He was rescued by Peter the last time the pirates came. Their captain Flint had somehow captured Boots and was going to have him killed, but for Peter's intervention. Standing quietly next to Boots is Nibs and Tootles. Tootles loves to please, and most often misses out on the adventures. Nibs is the charmer one of the group, quite debonair. Last in line we find dear Curly. He so often is the cause of problems that when the guilty person is commanded to step forth he does so even if it's not his fault. Seven, Elizabeth met in all, though the number of lost boys varies depending upon if they are killed, or begin to grow up. Growing up is strictly forbidden, and any lost boy who begins to do so is banished by Peter, for a grown up cannot be a lost boy.
Elizabeth laughed some more at the sight of the boys, and then turned to Peter who touched her arm lightly. "So what now are we to do, Falcon sister?" Elizabeth looked around trying to think of a reply when by chance of luck her eyes fell upon the first sword real sword she had ever seen. She hurried toward the weapon, and drew it out. It felt nice in her hand, she had only ever seen foils before, and they simply aren't the same. "Teach me to wield this weapon." A cocky smile spread across Peter's face, and his blue eyes lit up. "Aye. Follow me. Lost Boys!!!" Six heads popped up, Mouse was under the bed looking for his slingshot. "Search the island, the wind tells me something strange comes our way." The six heads bobbed in unison. "Come Falcon, we bandy steel." With that they took off to the surface, and flew high above the tree tops toward cliff over looking the sea."