.Meanwhile in Neverland.
Hazel's P.O.V
"When the blade of the sword was no farther than a hair strand away from his neck, the Prince grabbed the sword that was in the pirate's socket, and sliced the captain in half!" exclaimed with enthusiasm. The Lost Boys were doing anything but sitting perfectly still. Curly and Toodles were cheering as they had a pretend sword fight themselves; all dressed in loose pirate clothing and fencing with their worn out wooden swords. Nips and Slightly were running everywhere pretending to be Indians. The Twins were hugging each other in fright as to see what will happen next.
"Do you want to know what happens next or what!?" I asked yelling over the loud runts, as they didn't have a care in the world but to irritate me.
"LOST BOYS! SIT DOWN AND LISTEN TO THE STORY OR ELSE ITS BEDTIME!" I heard my brother, Peter, holler while coming down the slide of the treehouse, with a big laundry bag over his thin shoulders.
Peter was none other than a child, inside and out. He had blondish-brown hair that was always messy no matter what you try to do with it. He possessed greenish-blue eyes reflected his childish being and his countless emotions. He had an athletic figure, yet still skinny, even when he eats as much as all the Lost Boys combined.
Tinkerbell found me, abandoned as a baby, in the hands of our enemy, Captain James Hook. I have no idea how I got in Neverland, but Peter rescued me and never figured out what I was until he opened the sack I was in. I was raised in the clubhouse and was taught everything that is to become a Lost Boy. As I grew, the Lost Boys, Peter, and Magic (my other older brother) soon realized that I was a girl. Its not like anything has changed; the Lost Boys still don't take my warnings seriously and Magic and Peter still treat me as they did when I was 4.
"EVERYBODY ITS TIME FOR DINNER!" Magic slid in the treehouse and landed on his feet.
Magic was no different from Peter in any other way, especially about the part where they believe growing up is none other than dreadful. Although they were alike, their appearances of strictly diverse.
Magic had pure black hair that resembled the night sky as soon as the sun melted into the sea. His face was unusually pale; which reminded me of the bright harvest moon that lit all of Neverland every night. His dark brown eyes were the exact same color of the bark that was on our very own treehouse. Magic acted like the "big brother" in our "family," even when he hates acting mature.
When Peter gets to go on unscheduled adventures, he leaves me watching the six rugrats, and Magic watching me! One of these days.I'm venturing out on my own.I've never traveled outside of Neverland before.so its one of those "first time" things.
When I try to convince him to let come with him, he repeatedly says no and that I'm too young! I'm left here; furious of what the statement that permanently echoes in my head. Here's the same question that leaves me puzzled as I sit on the ocean shore, watching the stars twinkle happily, like how I used to be. "Why does he despise growing up if he constantly act like it?"
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The ocean breeze filled my lungs and blew through my long brown hair. The footprints of mine that were in sand were melting away by the tides crawling up on shore. It very much reminded me about the dark, sinister eyes belonging to the mermaids, swimming near the beach, on the cove nearby where the Jolly Rancher floated on the once peaceful Neverland Sea. I remember that moment in time so often; I yearn to forget it.
Peter and Magic took me to see the ocean for the first time before the sun would set below the endless horizon. They let me walk along the shore and I saw them. I was so naïve to believe that the creatures I've seen with my foolish eyes ahead were sweet and gentle. A bunch of them started crowding me; personally, I thought they liked a human child; something they never saw before. Oh man, was I wrong.
One took me by the arm and started dragging me into the water. Little by little I felt the sand below my feet disappear and the level of the depths reaching from my tiny ankles to my minute mouth in which, by the way, I didn't know the word 'help'. All I could have possibly thought of was 'please let me live'. I have no idea how it happened but then I opened my eyes and saw a little bright light, fluttering towards the mermaids and spitting out silverish dust at them. They all swam away, squealing in agony. Next thing I knew I was on the shore again, coughing and grasping my stomach, desperate for air.
Peter and Magic flew directly to me asking me with insane worry if I was all right.
All at once, it felt like no one was talking to me, or that I was alone.
I looked on the horizon; the sun had taken his bow and left Neverland with the evening sky, strewn with stars at every turn. I'd really wanted to thank the fairy that has given me a second chance to live my life.
Actually, that following night, when everyone was asleep, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in thought of what happened that day. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination because that same silverish tan light appeared, hovering about me, turning its head in curiosity.
"Hello." I spoke, lifting myself up slowly.
It flew away and hid behind Peter's armchair. I got out of bed, walked over to the chair, and saw her, looking over the other side to see if I was there. "I won't hurt you." I whispered and held out my minuscule hand. She fluttered reluctantly toward me, and landed on my palm.
"What's your name?" I asked, sitting on the dirt-ridden floor.
She shook her head in sadness, meaning that she had no identification.
"What kind of creature are you then?"
The miniature figure soared above my head and spewed out light red and white dust. I found myself flying in mid-air! She flew in front of me and grinned proudly. "You're a fairy!" I exclaimed quietly. She nodded as I began landing back on the ground.
Remembering something that Magic had taught me during the time of storytelling, there were many fairies that existed, some tricky or friendly, some blue or yellow, even some that lived in the ocean. That was it! The fairy I met was an Asrai, or the water fairy. They dwelled the ocean depths during the day and adventured on lands by night. Asrais were exceptionally helpful, especially when any person needed help near the sea. They can sense trouble at any turn point. The first settlers in Neverland declared the Asrais the "guardian angels of the ocean." I was delighted to have actually met one of these 'angels.'
"Hmm," I said, sticking out the tip of my tongue as a thinking habit.
"Maybe I can call you Railyn, do you like that name?" I asked the petite creature as she sat cross-legged on my knee. She looked up and grinned with a smile like the stars had given to me as I bid them goodnight. Then she flew up and gave me a tiny kiss on my rosy left cheek.
"Your welcome!" I said, while walking back to my bed.
As I set up a diminutive bed for Railyn to sleep in, she asked me if I had a name. I couldn't reply to that because I didn't have a real one. Everyone around here just called me 'girl.'
She walked up to me and examined my eyes, since she was looking at them rather carefully. Then, I assumed she had an idea by the looks of her expression. Rai went up to the wall and, again, spat out an rainbow of fairy dust from her little hands, spelling out the word, 'HAZEL.' You could have already guessed the age I was back then, resulting to the fact that I couldn't read. Railyn told me personally about how lovely my eyes were and how they were so full of trust and respect. Next, she recognized the color of them, which were hazel. Given that Rai adored my physical feature, she came up with a name.
"We'll be friends forever." I whispered as I slowly drifted to sleep.
While thinking about that story as I got back to the treehouse, I realized how thankful I was to Rai. Not only did she rescue me from those mermaids that day; she's the one who bestowed upon me the name I have today. Well, I think about these things everyday, so I treat her with as much respect and friendship as I did from the first time we met.
I saw from afar that everyone was having dinner behind the treehouse. Just seeing the huge bonfire, I knew it was a special night for none other than stories. I don't mean to be arrogant or anything, but I was the master at telling any type of tales.
I decided to surprise them by dropping out from the tops of the treehouse. I flew to the balcony, crept along the thick branches and saw them from above.
There were the Lost Boys, whom they all surprisingly sat around the bonfire, quietly. Well, since I couldn't have any chance of making them to that, Peter and Magic usually have the power. I couldn't make out what Peter and Magic were discussing so I snuck closer to a nearby branch that hung about 6 feet above them.
"So what was so great about your adventure you went on the other night? You left Hazel completely exhausted from babysitting the Lost Boys.." Magic said with a bit of laughter in his voice, remembering about the zero power I had controlling them.
The next things that Peter had said made me assume that he was a down rotten liar and that he deceived me.
"I went looking for Hazel's family.." he replied, creating a face of disappointment.
"Wait how could you have remembered that? It happened so long ago!" The twins chorused together in confusion.
"I have no idea..I guess I just remembered." Peter said gloomily, making his right hand into a tight fist and putting it on his slender chin.
"So? What happened?" Magic asked, as eager as that time when the Lost Boys played Indians and tried making me their sacrifice, but Magic forbid it.
"The window was closed. I had a look inside and there was nobody in that house." Responded Peter as he gazed into the raging fire that flickered repeatedly back at him.
"Why can't you just tell Hazel she has a family Peter?" Slightly asked.
"Because I can't! I simply cannot let her see what I saw that day I came back my own house. It was like I was never there, it was like I wasn't important!" "And most of all I don't want her to go venturing outside of Neverland, looking for people that don't even love her!" Peter yelled furiously back at Slightly.
Slightly looked back at Peter; with his once cheerful light brown eyes, that were now full of crystal-clear tears. He bit his lip with a livid look on his face. "If you love Hazel as much as I do as a sister then you will do the right thing and tell her the truth..before she'll find out on her own and be as upset as you are now." And with that, he walked off into the clubhouse.
Everyone was shocked at how wise Slightly just was, especially me. Out of all the Lost Boys, Slightly seemed like the one who cared for me the most. Sure, I love every single one of them but he just seemed to want to hide it because it would've been embarrassing for only himself to be "adult-like."
Peter just hung his head and responded, "Nobody tell Hazel of what we just talked about, agreed?"
Everybody nodded with grief and went off to bed.
I couldn't believe that Peter lied to me all this time; telling me that I had no family. It is just how Slightly could have said, (but with a few more words), if Peter loved me as a sister, then he would do well to accept how I want to grow up.
Hazel's P.O.V
"When the blade of the sword was no farther than a hair strand away from his neck, the Prince grabbed the sword that was in the pirate's socket, and sliced the captain in half!" exclaimed with enthusiasm. The Lost Boys were doing anything but sitting perfectly still. Curly and Toodles were cheering as they had a pretend sword fight themselves; all dressed in loose pirate clothing and fencing with their worn out wooden swords. Nips and Slightly were running everywhere pretending to be Indians. The Twins were hugging each other in fright as to see what will happen next.
"Do you want to know what happens next or what!?" I asked yelling over the loud runts, as they didn't have a care in the world but to irritate me.
"LOST BOYS! SIT DOWN AND LISTEN TO THE STORY OR ELSE ITS BEDTIME!" I heard my brother, Peter, holler while coming down the slide of the treehouse, with a big laundry bag over his thin shoulders.
Peter was none other than a child, inside and out. He had blondish-brown hair that was always messy no matter what you try to do with it. He possessed greenish-blue eyes reflected his childish being and his countless emotions. He had an athletic figure, yet still skinny, even when he eats as much as all the Lost Boys combined.
Tinkerbell found me, abandoned as a baby, in the hands of our enemy, Captain James Hook. I have no idea how I got in Neverland, but Peter rescued me and never figured out what I was until he opened the sack I was in. I was raised in the clubhouse and was taught everything that is to become a Lost Boy. As I grew, the Lost Boys, Peter, and Magic (my other older brother) soon realized that I was a girl. Its not like anything has changed; the Lost Boys still don't take my warnings seriously and Magic and Peter still treat me as they did when I was 4.
"EVERYBODY ITS TIME FOR DINNER!" Magic slid in the treehouse and landed on his feet.
Magic was no different from Peter in any other way, especially about the part where they believe growing up is none other than dreadful. Although they were alike, their appearances of strictly diverse.
Magic had pure black hair that resembled the night sky as soon as the sun melted into the sea. His face was unusually pale; which reminded me of the bright harvest moon that lit all of Neverland every night. His dark brown eyes were the exact same color of the bark that was on our very own treehouse. Magic acted like the "big brother" in our "family," even when he hates acting mature.
When Peter gets to go on unscheduled adventures, he leaves me watching the six rugrats, and Magic watching me! One of these days.I'm venturing out on my own.I've never traveled outside of Neverland before.so its one of those "first time" things.
When I try to convince him to let come with him, he repeatedly says no and that I'm too young! I'm left here; furious of what the statement that permanently echoes in my head. Here's the same question that leaves me puzzled as I sit on the ocean shore, watching the stars twinkle happily, like how I used to be. "Why does he despise growing up if he constantly act like it?"
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The ocean breeze filled my lungs and blew through my long brown hair. The footprints of mine that were in sand were melting away by the tides crawling up on shore. It very much reminded me about the dark, sinister eyes belonging to the mermaids, swimming near the beach, on the cove nearby where the Jolly Rancher floated on the once peaceful Neverland Sea. I remember that moment in time so often; I yearn to forget it.
Peter and Magic took me to see the ocean for the first time before the sun would set below the endless horizon. They let me walk along the shore and I saw them. I was so naïve to believe that the creatures I've seen with my foolish eyes ahead were sweet and gentle. A bunch of them started crowding me; personally, I thought they liked a human child; something they never saw before. Oh man, was I wrong.
One took me by the arm and started dragging me into the water. Little by little I felt the sand below my feet disappear and the level of the depths reaching from my tiny ankles to my minute mouth in which, by the way, I didn't know the word 'help'. All I could have possibly thought of was 'please let me live'. I have no idea how it happened but then I opened my eyes and saw a little bright light, fluttering towards the mermaids and spitting out silverish dust at them. They all swam away, squealing in agony. Next thing I knew I was on the shore again, coughing and grasping my stomach, desperate for air.
Peter and Magic flew directly to me asking me with insane worry if I was all right.
All at once, it felt like no one was talking to me, or that I was alone.
I looked on the horizon; the sun had taken his bow and left Neverland with the evening sky, strewn with stars at every turn. I'd really wanted to thank the fairy that has given me a second chance to live my life.
Actually, that following night, when everyone was asleep, I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling in thought of what happened that day. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination because that same silverish tan light appeared, hovering about me, turning its head in curiosity.
"Hello." I spoke, lifting myself up slowly.
It flew away and hid behind Peter's armchair. I got out of bed, walked over to the chair, and saw her, looking over the other side to see if I was there. "I won't hurt you." I whispered and held out my minuscule hand. She fluttered reluctantly toward me, and landed on my palm.
"What's your name?" I asked, sitting on the dirt-ridden floor.
She shook her head in sadness, meaning that she had no identification.
"What kind of creature are you then?"
The miniature figure soared above my head and spewed out light red and white dust. I found myself flying in mid-air! She flew in front of me and grinned proudly. "You're a fairy!" I exclaimed quietly. She nodded as I began landing back on the ground.
Remembering something that Magic had taught me during the time of storytelling, there were many fairies that existed, some tricky or friendly, some blue or yellow, even some that lived in the ocean. That was it! The fairy I met was an Asrai, or the water fairy. They dwelled the ocean depths during the day and adventured on lands by night. Asrais were exceptionally helpful, especially when any person needed help near the sea. They can sense trouble at any turn point. The first settlers in Neverland declared the Asrais the "guardian angels of the ocean." I was delighted to have actually met one of these 'angels.'
"Hmm," I said, sticking out the tip of my tongue as a thinking habit.
"Maybe I can call you Railyn, do you like that name?" I asked the petite creature as she sat cross-legged on my knee. She looked up and grinned with a smile like the stars had given to me as I bid them goodnight. Then she flew up and gave me a tiny kiss on my rosy left cheek.
"Your welcome!" I said, while walking back to my bed.
As I set up a diminutive bed for Railyn to sleep in, she asked me if I had a name. I couldn't reply to that because I didn't have a real one. Everyone around here just called me 'girl.'
She walked up to me and examined my eyes, since she was looking at them rather carefully. Then, I assumed she had an idea by the looks of her expression. Rai went up to the wall and, again, spat out an rainbow of fairy dust from her little hands, spelling out the word, 'HAZEL.' You could have already guessed the age I was back then, resulting to the fact that I couldn't read. Railyn told me personally about how lovely my eyes were and how they were so full of trust and respect. Next, she recognized the color of them, which were hazel. Given that Rai adored my physical feature, she came up with a name.
"We'll be friends forever." I whispered as I slowly drifted to sleep.
While thinking about that story as I got back to the treehouse, I realized how thankful I was to Rai. Not only did she rescue me from those mermaids that day; she's the one who bestowed upon me the name I have today. Well, I think about these things everyday, so I treat her with as much respect and friendship as I did from the first time we met.
I saw from afar that everyone was having dinner behind the treehouse. Just seeing the huge bonfire, I knew it was a special night for none other than stories. I don't mean to be arrogant or anything, but I was the master at telling any type of tales.
I decided to surprise them by dropping out from the tops of the treehouse. I flew to the balcony, crept along the thick branches and saw them from above.
There were the Lost Boys, whom they all surprisingly sat around the bonfire, quietly. Well, since I couldn't have any chance of making them to that, Peter and Magic usually have the power. I couldn't make out what Peter and Magic were discussing so I snuck closer to a nearby branch that hung about 6 feet above them.
"So what was so great about your adventure you went on the other night? You left Hazel completely exhausted from babysitting the Lost Boys.." Magic said with a bit of laughter in his voice, remembering about the zero power I had controlling them.
The next things that Peter had said made me assume that he was a down rotten liar and that he deceived me.
"I went looking for Hazel's family.." he replied, creating a face of disappointment.
"Wait how could you have remembered that? It happened so long ago!" The twins chorused together in confusion.
"I have no idea..I guess I just remembered." Peter said gloomily, making his right hand into a tight fist and putting it on his slender chin.
"So? What happened?" Magic asked, as eager as that time when the Lost Boys played Indians and tried making me their sacrifice, but Magic forbid it.
"The window was closed. I had a look inside and there was nobody in that house." Responded Peter as he gazed into the raging fire that flickered repeatedly back at him.
"Why can't you just tell Hazel she has a family Peter?" Slightly asked.
"Because I can't! I simply cannot let her see what I saw that day I came back my own house. It was like I was never there, it was like I wasn't important!" "And most of all I don't want her to go venturing outside of Neverland, looking for people that don't even love her!" Peter yelled furiously back at Slightly.
Slightly looked back at Peter; with his once cheerful light brown eyes, that were now full of crystal-clear tears. He bit his lip with a livid look on his face. "If you love Hazel as much as I do as a sister then you will do the right thing and tell her the truth..before she'll find out on her own and be as upset as you are now." And with that, he walked off into the clubhouse.
Everyone was shocked at how wise Slightly just was, especially me. Out of all the Lost Boys, Slightly seemed like the one who cared for me the most. Sure, I love every single one of them but he just seemed to want to hide it because it would've been embarrassing for only himself to be "adult-like."
Peter just hung his head and responded, "Nobody tell Hazel of what we just talked about, agreed?"
Everybody nodded with grief and went off to bed.
I couldn't believe that Peter lied to me all this time; telling me that I had no family. It is just how Slightly could have said, (but with a few more words), if Peter loved me as a sister, then he would do well to accept how I want to grow up.