For one moment I felt the exhilartion of flying. The wind running through every crevice of my body, my hair wildly dancing in the air, I was thankful this remarkable feeling was the last thing I experienced before I died.
Died.
I automatically thought of D.B. and shut my eyes. I did not want to die.
Suddenly I stopped. I was caught. Something had saved my life, or at least gave me a few minutes before gobbling me up. I opened my eyes expecting to find myself in a dragons grip, but I wasn't. I was on the back of my unicorn. The unicorn that had saved me many, many days before.
She cut through the air, dodging dragons and birds, taking me to safety. I felt hot tears comng down my cheeks and I buried my head into her wild purple mane, whispering my thanks to her.
We flew over the glowing colony of the Faye. I thought it odd my unicorn to be this far out of her boundries, but was thankful anyway. We past her home and turned east. I jolted, confused, but she turned her head towards me and nuzzled my neck. We entered the Enchanted Forest, someplace I had never been, but even now, as the sun set, it seemed to sparkled, like glitter, and felt as good as home. She hovered low to the ground and finally landed. I hopped off her back and thanked her again. She kicked some leaves into a pile and I laid down in it.
When I first appeared, and she brought me to live with her, she would find the softest leaves, and finest ferns for me to sleep on. I dug my body deep into the leaves and rested. My unicorn sang me an inaudiable song. You wouldn't know it, unless you heard it, and then you'd swear you've heard it before. But you couldn't have, could you? Neverland unicorns sing crying babes to sleep at night. Their song enchants those babes into dreams of tranquility, where I was slowly headed.
When I awoke, near morning, my unicorn was no where in sight. Next to me lie a seashell, coneshaped, and it glowed like a pale rainbow. It was a gift from my unicorn. If any person has ever come across one, consider that person very lucky. For they have a gift, meant for them to stumble upon, from their unicorn. It is either an award, for something they have done, or a parting gift, to remember them by. I knew I wasn't going to see her again. It was a sad thought, but not as sad as what I have seen in the past day. I picked it up tucked it under my jacket, feeling the dreams of the night tug at my brain, as if they were a child pulling on his mothers jacket.
I had fallen asleep once more, having no recollection if I had laid down or if I had fallen asleep sitting up. My unicorns song spell was still in effect, and I needed to sleep to wear it off. I awoke once more when the sun was high in the sky. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and noticed a boy, dressed in rabbit skins next to me. He was tall and gangly. He waved his hand to motion for another boy to come over. Three more boys appeared, crouched over me. One had zebra skins clinging to his body, another with bear skins, and the last boy wore skins I didn't recognize. They were blue and fuzzy with red stains here and there.
"She's waking up!" I was beginning to feel de ja vu.
The others began to crowd, "Who is she Slightly?" the boy in zebra skins ask the tall gangly kid.
"Go get Maggie! Hurry! Hurry!" Slightly ordered his crew, watching them run off and turned his attention back to me.
I sat up and Slightly cocked his head. He had one hand on his sword that was secured around his waist by a leather belt, ready for any surprises. I sheilded my eyes from the sun, it was too bright for me. "Who are you?"
"I'm Slightly. Slightly Soiled. Betcha never guess how I got my name!" He stood up straight, proud he was given such a name.
"I bet not..." I trailed off, but before he could explain the rest of the boys ran to me. A boy who wore many different sets of racoon skins held a young girls hand.
"Oh my!" the girl, who I presumed was Maggie, exclaimed, putting her hands to her face. "You look tired! You are tired! Come here with us!" she told, taking me by the arm, leading me to their home. The other boys hopped along excitedly, for now, they thought, they had two mothers.
Maggie had taken me down a tree to an underground home. I had seen so much since I appeared on the island, nothing could surprise me. If I found a three headed monster hiding under my pillow, as a household pet, I wouldn't be surprised.
I was instructed to sit on the bed as Maggie rushed to a corner of the room and the boys clad in skins gathered around. Some sat on boxes, some on chairs; others sat upon shelves, and heads of animals mounted to the wall, but the smallest boy laid inside a drawer. They all sat studying my every move. I, on the otherhand, watched Maggie.
Maggie didn't even seem ten years old. She wore an apron, which was stained and looked very old. Her brown curly hair was tied back in a hair ribbon, which, even then, came down to her shoulders. She wore a tee shirt and green pants, which had turtles all over it. I wondered if those were her childhood clothes. She moved with rapid gracefullness, as if she had been doing this for a while, or that it was in her genes to do such household things.
She approached me carrying a tray. It contained an empty glass, a small tube of water, a spoon, and some berries. She placed it at the foot of the bed and carefully counted the drops she put in the empty glass. When she was finished she handed me the glass and replied "Here, take you're medicene."
I slowly gulped down the water and she handed me a few select berries and instructed me to take my pills. I gobbled the berries down, it was the first meal I had in two days. I smiled and thanked her. She put a cold rag on my forehead and instructed the boys to go fetch a treasure for their new friend. I was quite pleased, and excited, they had accepted me into their home.
After the boys left I felt comfortable to ask Maggie a few questions, despite the fact she was much younger then me, she seemed to know much more about the surprises of this land, and how to take care of any type of situation. As I opened my mouth to ask a question, she beat me to the punch. "What's your name? I'm Maggie, I'm their mother." she nodded towards the door, where the boys left. She seemed proud she had such a title.
"I'm Kelly. Where am I?" I asked as Maggie kept wetting the wet cloth on my forhead. She meant good, but I was starting to drown.
She chuckled, "Why Neverland of course." She let the cold rag be and got up to look through a basket of material. "The home of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. Don't you know the story?"She found the white sheet she was looking for and started tacking it to the ceiling and letting it fall to the ground, as to make the bed a seperate room. I was guessing she wanted to be a nurse to me and put up a sheet as though you would find around the hospital beds. I let her be, these people seemed to like to play games.
"No, I don't, should I?" I asked embarressed.
"You don't know the story of Peter Pan? The boy who flies to London and takes Wendy and her brothers to Neverland and sprinkles fairydust to make you fly, thats Peter Pan. Wendy is my great grandmother. Peter brought her to Neverland, then he brought my Grandma, Jane, and he brought my Mommy, Moira, and now it's my turn." she seemed extremely proud of this history.
Remember how I said nothing would surprise me? Well, I was wrong.
It wasn't weird when I mysteriously appeared on an island. No, it wasn't weird when I lived with unicorns, and it wasn't weird when I catered to pirates. I found it weird when I was being helped by a ten your old girl who, not only her, but four generations of woman before her, was a mother to a storybook boy, who never seemed to age.
"Well then why am I here?" I asked getting another headache from all this information.
"I don't know." she replied quietly. She was finished constructing her hospital room and set out various objects on a tray. She informed me that girls only come accompanied by Peter, because they are much too smart to get lost, like boys. This information made my ego deflate.
"Well I did appear." I replied, trying to harden my argument, was she not calling me stupid? "I lived with the unicorns-"
"-oh did you?" Maggie stopped what she was doing and rushed to the bed, "I've always wanted to see one, but I was never able to." she frowned.
I sat up and continued my story. "Then the pirates took me prisoner-"
"The pirates?" she inquired nervously, turning around and going back to her tray.
"Yes, I-"
Before I could continue I heard the boys slide down their trees and fussing about bring home their treasure. "We found Peter mother!" they called and Maggie excused herself and went to the other side of the curtain. I sighed and listened, Peter was in the same tree as me, and from the stories I gathered on the Jolly Roger, I had never been so scared.
Died.
I automatically thought of D.B. and shut my eyes. I did not want to die.
Suddenly I stopped. I was caught. Something had saved my life, or at least gave me a few minutes before gobbling me up. I opened my eyes expecting to find myself in a dragons grip, but I wasn't. I was on the back of my unicorn. The unicorn that had saved me many, many days before.
She cut through the air, dodging dragons and birds, taking me to safety. I felt hot tears comng down my cheeks and I buried my head into her wild purple mane, whispering my thanks to her.
We flew over the glowing colony of the Faye. I thought it odd my unicorn to be this far out of her boundries, but was thankful anyway. We past her home and turned east. I jolted, confused, but she turned her head towards me and nuzzled my neck. We entered the Enchanted Forest, someplace I had never been, but even now, as the sun set, it seemed to sparkled, like glitter, and felt as good as home. She hovered low to the ground and finally landed. I hopped off her back and thanked her again. She kicked some leaves into a pile and I laid down in it.
When I first appeared, and she brought me to live with her, she would find the softest leaves, and finest ferns for me to sleep on. I dug my body deep into the leaves and rested. My unicorn sang me an inaudiable song. You wouldn't know it, unless you heard it, and then you'd swear you've heard it before. But you couldn't have, could you? Neverland unicorns sing crying babes to sleep at night. Their song enchants those babes into dreams of tranquility, where I was slowly headed.
When I awoke, near morning, my unicorn was no where in sight. Next to me lie a seashell, coneshaped, and it glowed like a pale rainbow. It was a gift from my unicorn. If any person has ever come across one, consider that person very lucky. For they have a gift, meant for them to stumble upon, from their unicorn. It is either an award, for something they have done, or a parting gift, to remember them by. I knew I wasn't going to see her again. It was a sad thought, but not as sad as what I have seen in the past day. I picked it up tucked it under my jacket, feeling the dreams of the night tug at my brain, as if they were a child pulling on his mothers jacket.
I had fallen asleep once more, having no recollection if I had laid down or if I had fallen asleep sitting up. My unicorns song spell was still in effect, and I needed to sleep to wear it off. I awoke once more when the sun was high in the sky. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and noticed a boy, dressed in rabbit skins next to me. He was tall and gangly. He waved his hand to motion for another boy to come over. Three more boys appeared, crouched over me. One had zebra skins clinging to his body, another with bear skins, and the last boy wore skins I didn't recognize. They were blue and fuzzy with red stains here and there.
"She's waking up!" I was beginning to feel de ja vu.
The others began to crowd, "Who is she Slightly?" the boy in zebra skins ask the tall gangly kid.
"Go get Maggie! Hurry! Hurry!" Slightly ordered his crew, watching them run off and turned his attention back to me.
I sat up and Slightly cocked his head. He had one hand on his sword that was secured around his waist by a leather belt, ready for any surprises. I sheilded my eyes from the sun, it was too bright for me. "Who are you?"
"I'm Slightly. Slightly Soiled. Betcha never guess how I got my name!" He stood up straight, proud he was given such a name.
"I bet not..." I trailed off, but before he could explain the rest of the boys ran to me. A boy who wore many different sets of racoon skins held a young girls hand.
"Oh my!" the girl, who I presumed was Maggie, exclaimed, putting her hands to her face. "You look tired! You are tired! Come here with us!" she told, taking me by the arm, leading me to their home. The other boys hopped along excitedly, for now, they thought, they had two mothers.
Maggie had taken me down a tree to an underground home. I had seen so much since I appeared on the island, nothing could surprise me. If I found a three headed monster hiding under my pillow, as a household pet, I wouldn't be surprised.
I was instructed to sit on the bed as Maggie rushed to a corner of the room and the boys clad in skins gathered around. Some sat on boxes, some on chairs; others sat upon shelves, and heads of animals mounted to the wall, but the smallest boy laid inside a drawer. They all sat studying my every move. I, on the otherhand, watched Maggie.
Maggie didn't even seem ten years old. She wore an apron, which was stained and looked very old. Her brown curly hair was tied back in a hair ribbon, which, even then, came down to her shoulders. She wore a tee shirt and green pants, which had turtles all over it. I wondered if those were her childhood clothes. She moved with rapid gracefullness, as if she had been doing this for a while, or that it was in her genes to do such household things.
She approached me carrying a tray. It contained an empty glass, a small tube of water, a spoon, and some berries. She placed it at the foot of the bed and carefully counted the drops she put in the empty glass. When she was finished she handed me the glass and replied "Here, take you're medicene."
I slowly gulped down the water and she handed me a few select berries and instructed me to take my pills. I gobbled the berries down, it was the first meal I had in two days. I smiled and thanked her. She put a cold rag on my forehead and instructed the boys to go fetch a treasure for their new friend. I was quite pleased, and excited, they had accepted me into their home.
After the boys left I felt comfortable to ask Maggie a few questions, despite the fact she was much younger then me, she seemed to know much more about the surprises of this land, and how to take care of any type of situation. As I opened my mouth to ask a question, she beat me to the punch. "What's your name? I'm Maggie, I'm their mother." she nodded towards the door, where the boys left. She seemed proud she had such a title.
"I'm Kelly. Where am I?" I asked as Maggie kept wetting the wet cloth on my forhead. She meant good, but I was starting to drown.
She chuckled, "Why Neverland of course." She let the cold rag be and got up to look through a basket of material. "The home of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. Don't you know the story?"She found the white sheet she was looking for and started tacking it to the ceiling and letting it fall to the ground, as to make the bed a seperate room. I was guessing she wanted to be a nurse to me and put up a sheet as though you would find around the hospital beds. I let her be, these people seemed to like to play games.
"No, I don't, should I?" I asked embarressed.
"You don't know the story of Peter Pan? The boy who flies to London and takes Wendy and her brothers to Neverland and sprinkles fairydust to make you fly, thats Peter Pan. Wendy is my great grandmother. Peter brought her to Neverland, then he brought my Grandma, Jane, and he brought my Mommy, Moira, and now it's my turn." she seemed extremely proud of this history.
Remember how I said nothing would surprise me? Well, I was wrong.
It wasn't weird when I mysteriously appeared on an island. No, it wasn't weird when I lived with unicorns, and it wasn't weird when I catered to pirates. I found it weird when I was being helped by a ten your old girl who, not only her, but four generations of woman before her, was a mother to a storybook boy, who never seemed to age.
"Well then why am I here?" I asked getting another headache from all this information.
"I don't know." she replied quietly. She was finished constructing her hospital room and set out various objects on a tray. She informed me that girls only come accompanied by Peter, because they are much too smart to get lost, like boys. This information made my ego deflate.
"Well I did appear." I replied, trying to harden my argument, was she not calling me stupid? "I lived with the unicorns-"
"-oh did you?" Maggie stopped what she was doing and rushed to the bed, "I've always wanted to see one, but I was never able to." she frowned.
I sat up and continued my story. "Then the pirates took me prisoner-"
"The pirates?" she inquired nervously, turning around and going back to her tray.
"Yes, I-"
Before I could continue I heard the boys slide down their trees and fussing about bring home their treasure. "We found Peter mother!" they called and Maggie excused herself and went to the other side of the curtain. I sighed and listened, Peter was in the same tree as me, and from the stories I gathered on the Jolly Roger, I had never been so scared.