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~Someone gave me a review and told me that Percy Pan is a nerdy name, and I totally agree. Whoever you are, good advice, you'll have to see my next couple of chapters to see what happens about that.~
Disclaimer: The characters and story idea from Peter Pan aren't my own ideas. My own characters, Maggie and Percy, are my own inventions but are based upon the characters from the original Peter Pan.
~*~*~*~ "Lost?!" Maggie cried incredulously. "The Neverland cannot be lost! It's made by the dreams of all the children; everyone who seeks it can find it." She was beginning to grow annoyed by this boy; even if he was Peter Pan's son, she could not see him in the darkness. Was he poking fun at her? She could not tell if he was laughing, frowning, or pulling a face at her.
As though sensing this, Percy turned and whistled shortly over his shoulder. David rolled over in his bed and Maggie froze, but her brother slept on and the door to the bedroom remained closed. A moment later, into the room zipped.
"Tinkerbell!" Maggie breathed in delight, her eyes following the brilliant little creature as she swept through the room, circling Percy's head. So busy was she at watching the fairy that she barely remembered why she had wished for light at all. But when she did, she brought her eyes back to the laughing ones of the boy that sat at the foot of her bed once more, watching her closely.
He had light brown hair, the color of homely wheat it looked, and it was roguish and uncombed so that it hung ruggedly to his shoulders in clumps and clouded 'round the boy's eyes. Percy's hair also had a slight curl contained in it, the curl that had come from his mother. His eyes danced in the fairy's light as she circled him, a sound like merry bells following her flight; they were a light, sparkling blue and the pupils were turned gold by the magic that looping around his head. He smiled a little, watching Maggie's eyes, and his smile was that of a child indeed, carefree, happy, and slightly tilted so that his eyes lit up even more. He was dressed in a child's play clothes, short pants and a faded tunic that was torn across one sleeve to reveal tanned skin beneath. He wore no shoes and no socks; his bare feet were muddy and flecked with gravel, as though he had. as though he had been racing across rooftops before he had found their house!
Maggie smiled back at him, entranced by this stranger who had disturbed her sleep with magic even beyond her dreams. She watched the fairy alight upon his shoulder and whisper something in his ear that made him chuckle softly. His laughter was like fluttering birds, flying free across a clear blue sky. Maggie laughed with him, and the sound of her laughter seemed to startle him slightly; he looked over at her and something glinted in his eyes for just a moment before he continued to chuckle the blissful laugh of the young.
The fairy's light was dimming slightly. Percy looked at her and quite forgot the laughter. "Oh, dear, Whistle, the sun is coming back." He got up and went to the window, the breeze brushing his ratty, yet still soft hair around. The fairy nodded and twinkled something back in the unique language of bells and beautiful music that fairies call their own. "The Neverland?" Percy regarded her with a confused look for a moment, for he had very much forgotten the trouble that was at hand. Whistle replied in a slightly irritated tone, but she was much too used to the boy's forgetful nature to give it much notice beyond a reprimand.
"The Neverland!" he cried out, remembering, and he turned back to Maggie, who had jumped to her feet with every intention of following him through the window, though she was scared to pieces of the darkness beyond it. "Maggie Slight, you must come with us! We must search for the Neverland, and you must come too!"
"Me? Oh, but Percy. I couldn't leave David! And what about Mother?" She went back to her bed and sat upon it, looking at him with wistful green eyes. She dearly wished to go, it would be such an adventure, but how could she leave Mother and David after Father. after Father had gone away? She could not disappear too, they needed her now, and besides, she was growing up. She was no longer such a little girl as she used to be, and she was beginning to see that sometimes fantasies were just that.
His floated a few inches above the ground and crossed his arms, regarding her with a mischievous little grin. Admiration flitted across her face and she grinned back widely, showing pearly white teeth that had been obediently brushed just before bedtime. "There's pirates, Maggie," he said, and his voice once again captivated her with its sudden, boyish excitement. His eyes lit up like bright Christmas bulbs, and he looked at her with such happiness and confidence that she could almost see the adventure in those golden pupils, surrounded by those sky blue irises. "And there's Indians, and mermaids, and fairies, and wild animals!"
"Mermaids and fairies!" For this was what Maggie's heart really longed to see instead of dream about. She was out of her bed and at Percy's side in a moment. But then, by chance, she heard a slight rustle and saw something move from the corner of her eye.
~Someone gave me a review and told me that Percy Pan is a nerdy name, and I totally agree. Whoever you are, good advice, you'll have to see my next couple of chapters to see what happens about that.~
Disclaimer: The characters and story idea from Peter Pan aren't my own ideas. My own characters, Maggie and Percy, are my own inventions but are based upon the characters from the original Peter Pan.
~*~*~*~ "Lost?!" Maggie cried incredulously. "The Neverland cannot be lost! It's made by the dreams of all the children; everyone who seeks it can find it." She was beginning to grow annoyed by this boy; even if he was Peter Pan's son, she could not see him in the darkness. Was he poking fun at her? She could not tell if he was laughing, frowning, or pulling a face at her.
As though sensing this, Percy turned and whistled shortly over his shoulder. David rolled over in his bed and Maggie froze, but her brother slept on and the door to the bedroom remained closed. A moment later, into the room zipped.
"Tinkerbell!" Maggie breathed in delight, her eyes following the brilliant little creature as she swept through the room, circling Percy's head. So busy was she at watching the fairy that she barely remembered why she had wished for light at all. But when she did, she brought her eyes back to the laughing ones of the boy that sat at the foot of her bed once more, watching her closely.
He had light brown hair, the color of homely wheat it looked, and it was roguish and uncombed so that it hung ruggedly to his shoulders in clumps and clouded 'round the boy's eyes. Percy's hair also had a slight curl contained in it, the curl that had come from his mother. His eyes danced in the fairy's light as she circled him, a sound like merry bells following her flight; they were a light, sparkling blue and the pupils were turned gold by the magic that looping around his head. He smiled a little, watching Maggie's eyes, and his smile was that of a child indeed, carefree, happy, and slightly tilted so that his eyes lit up even more. He was dressed in a child's play clothes, short pants and a faded tunic that was torn across one sleeve to reveal tanned skin beneath. He wore no shoes and no socks; his bare feet were muddy and flecked with gravel, as though he had. as though he had been racing across rooftops before he had found their house!
Maggie smiled back at him, entranced by this stranger who had disturbed her sleep with magic even beyond her dreams. She watched the fairy alight upon his shoulder and whisper something in his ear that made him chuckle softly. His laughter was like fluttering birds, flying free across a clear blue sky. Maggie laughed with him, and the sound of her laughter seemed to startle him slightly; he looked over at her and something glinted in his eyes for just a moment before he continued to chuckle the blissful laugh of the young.
The fairy's light was dimming slightly. Percy looked at her and quite forgot the laughter. "Oh, dear, Whistle, the sun is coming back." He got up and went to the window, the breeze brushing his ratty, yet still soft hair around. The fairy nodded and twinkled something back in the unique language of bells and beautiful music that fairies call their own. "The Neverland?" Percy regarded her with a confused look for a moment, for he had very much forgotten the trouble that was at hand. Whistle replied in a slightly irritated tone, but she was much too used to the boy's forgetful nature to give it much notice beyond a reprimand.
"The Neverland!" he cried out, remembering, and he turned back to Maggie, who had jumped to her feet with every intention of following him through the window, though she was scared to pieces of the darkness beyond it. "Maggie Slight, you must come with us! We must search for the Neverland, and you must come too!"
"Me? Oh, but Percy. I couldn't leave David! And what about Mother?" She went back to her bed and sat upon it, looking at him with wistful green eyes. She dearly wished to go, it would be such an adventure, but how could she leave Mother and David after Father. after Father had gone away? She could not disappear too, they needed her now, and besides, she was growing up. She was no longer such a little girl as she used to be, and she was beginning to see that sometimes fantasies were just that.
His floated a few inches above the ground and crossed his arms, regarding her with a mischievous little grin. Admiration flitted across her face and she grinned back widely, showing pearly white teeth that had been obediently brushed just before bedtime. "There's pirates, Maggie," he said, and his voice once again captivated her with its sudden, boyish excitement. His eyes lit up like bright Christmas bulbs, and he looked at her with such happiness and confidence that she could almost see the adventure in those golden pupils, surrounded by those sky blue irises. "And there's Indians, and mermaids, and fairies, and wild animals!"
"Mermaids and fairies!" For this was what Maggie's heart really longed to see instead of dream about. She was out of her bed and at Percy's side in a moment. But then, by chance, she heard a slight rustle and saw something move from the corner of her eye.