The sun was almost set and I did not care about the beasts lurking in the bushes, and the sound of footsteps behind me. If anything dared to attack me, at that very moment, they were in for a rude awakening. I felt like destroying something beautiful, I felt like killing an animal, beating a tree, I wanted something to feel what I felt.
But I couldn't. I couldn't hurt anything. Instead I fell to my knees, beside a Yuritok tree and cried. A Yuritok tree were only found in Neverland, see, they are said to be rare, and carrying many gifts. It grew high into the clouds, higher then any fairy has ever flown, and in those branches were acorns. Not just any acorns, they were of different colors, covered in a sap, and by drinking the juice of it, one will know the answer to the question that burns in their heart. Everyone has one question they would like answered. Some have forgotten it, but it still burns deep inside your heart, waiting for an answer.
Of course only a few people have every experienced this. The acorns only fall from the sky when-well nobody quite knows, but when they do fall, they tend to be stolen by the tree people, or decinagrate before touching the ground.
I wished an acorn would drop from the sky then, but it didn't. I looked up, following the trunk of the tree, until it dissappeared into the sky. Then a branch cracked ahead. The fear I did not feel while marching into the trees was slowly beginning to creep up to me. I gazed ahead, hard into the trees, I saw nothing. I was about to shrug it off as a Neverbird, when a boy popped out from behind a tree.
"Kelly!" The face of the figure light up like a lightbulb and rushed over to me. I started to shake as I saw D.B. running in my direction.
He bent down, looking into my white, pale face. "What's wrong Kelly? You seem like you saw a ghost."
"I am." I choked out. His face was no longer distorted, and the scratches dissappeared.
D.B. let out a laugh, he held his stomach, as if it was the funniest thing he heard. As we wipped the tears of laughter from his eyes, he knelt down beside me. "No one dies in Neverland, Kelly." he touched my hand, to show me he was as real as the ground I sat upon. "Well except for pirates, that is." My heart rate began to go came to normal, and I stopped shaking, oddly enough, it made sense. "Because pirates never lived a life on their own. They steal from everyone else, and lived in everybody elses lives. They steal from sailors boats, and steal lives."
I hugged him, happy he was alive. It seemed to make sense, D.B. took my hand, "Come! You must see what I made you!" he pulled me out of the forest to the east coast of the tiny island. It was a small amount of land, no one seemed to notice before. He stopped, holding my hand, pointing up into the trees. He smiled, his chest leaped up and down with his heart, "Look!" I glanced up at the trees, and in between the branches and leaves lie a house built with branches, and leaves sewn together. "It is for you Kelly!" he exclaimed, proud of himself. I reached my hand to my heart, surprised anyone would do such a thing for me. D.B. tugged on my hand and brought to the house.
It's where we lived for moons and moons, more and more children had joined us, and our house had expanded two, five, ten trees, deep into the forest. Peter would bring a little boy or a little girl back with him often. They were spirits of children lost between the world of life and death. They often became lost when they tripped on an untied shoe lace, or turned around, hearing their mother's call them back home, and strayed off the path.
Maggie had told Peter, before returning home to England, that Kelly was a spirit herself. Of course it made no sense to Peter, nor did it make sense to me, but Maggie knew I was the spirit of all children, who have grown old, but have never grown up. Knowing this, Maggie knew she was at the threshold of adulthood and loathed the knowledge, but went on and had a daughter of her own, Mauve, and Mauve had a daughter named Cindy, and Cindy had one named Lara, and so on and so on. I had seen each one come and go, come and go, being Peters mother. Ah, what a life that would be.
But I couldn't. I couldn't hurt anything. Instead I fell to my knees, beside a Yuritok tree and cried. A Yuritok tree were only found in Neverland, see, they are said to be rare, and carrying many gifts. It grew high into the clouds, higher then any fairy has ever flown, and in those branches were acorns. Not just any acorns, they were of different colors, covered in a sap, and by drinking the juice of it, one will know the answer to the question that burns in their heart. Everyone has one question they would like answered. Some have forgotten it, but it still burns deep inside your heart, waiting for an answer.
Of course only a few people have every experienced this. The acorns only fall from the sky when-well nobody quite knows, but when they do fall, they tend to be stolen by the tree people, or decinagrate before touching the ground.
I wished an acorn would drop from the sky then, but it didn't. I looked up, following the trunk of the tree, until it dissappeared into the sky. Then a branch cracked ahead. The fear I did not feel while marching into the trees was slowly beginning to creep up to me. I gazed ahead, hard into the trees, I saw nothing. I was about to shrug it off as a Neverbird, when a boy popped out from behind a tree.
"Kelly!" The face of the figure light up like a lightbulb and rushed over to me. I started to shake as I saw D.B. running in my direction.
He bent down, looking into my white, pale face. "What's wrong Kelly? You seem like you saw a ghost."
"I am." I choked out. His face was no longer distorted, and the scratches dissappeared.
D.B. let out a laugh, he held his stomach, as if it was the funniest thing he heard. As we wipped the tears of laughter from his eyes, he knelt down beside me. "No one dies in Neverland, Kelly." he touched my hand, to show me he was as real as the ground I sat upon. "Well except for pirates, that is." My heart rate began to go came to normal, and I stopped shaking, oddly enough, it made sense. "Because pirates never lived a life on their own. They steal from everyone else, and lived in everybody elses lives. They steal from sailors boats, and steal lives."
I hugged him, happy he was alive. It seemed to make sense, D.B. took my hand, "Come! You must see what I made you!" he pulled me out of the forest to the east coast of the tiny island. It was a small amount of land, no one seemed to notice before. He stopped, holding my hand, pointing up into the trees. He smiled, his chest leaped up and down with his heart, "Look!" I glanced up at the trees, and in between the branches and leaves lie a house built with branches, and leaves sewn together. "It is for you Kelly!" he exclaimed, proud of himself. I reached my hand to my heart, surprised anyone would do such a thing for me. D.B. tugged on my hand and brought to the house.
It's where we lived for moons and moons, more and more children had joined us, and our house had expanded two, five, ten trees, deep into the forest. Peter would bring a little boy or a little girl back with him often. They were spirits of children lost between the world of life and death. They often became lost when they tripped on an untied shoe lace, or turned around, hearing their mother's call them back home, and strayed off the path.
Maggie had told Peter, before returning home to England, that Kelly was a spirit herself. Of course it made no sense to Peter, nor did it make sense to me, but Maggie knew I was the spirit of all children, who have grown old, but have never grown up. Knowing this, Maggie knew she was at the threshold of adulthood and loathed the knowledge, but went on and had a daughter of her own, Mauve, and Mauve had a daughter named Cindy, and Cindy had one named Lara, and so on and so on. I had seen each one come and go, come and go, being Peters mother. Ah, what a life that would be.