"Tinkerbell pushed with all her might, but Peter was too strong for her.
She decided the only way to save him from the vile mixture was to drink it
herself!" There was a gasp from all the girls in the room before Mel
continued with the story. "As the liquid travelled down her throat she
could feel the hatred and angry burning inside her stomach. She flew over
to the table, before collapsing in a heap. Peter realised that Tink had
just saved his life."
From outside the window, Peter and Tinkerbell were both reliving that awful memory that almost cost Tink her life. He gave her a friendly smile, making her feel both reassured and comforted.
"Then what happened Mel" came the eager voice of Jenny. "Well, as Tink's spirit began to fade he scooped her up in his hands and took her outside the tree house. Neverland's sky had never been so black and stormy in all it's days. Peter refused to give up hope in the one person who had trusted him all his life, and so he screamed with all his might, "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!". He repeated this chant over and over again in the hope it would bring her back.
Meanwhile aboard the Jolly Roger, Captain Hook was holding the Lost Boys, John, Michael, and Wendy captive. He watched the sky change from it's usual clear blue to black and stormy. He took this as a sign that Peter was dead, and took great pleasure in announcing this to both crew and captives. As he grabbed Wendy from the deck and pushed her towards the plank he asked if she had anything to declare, to which she replied "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!".
Before Hook knew it, everyone on board was chanting this phrase. No one really knows for sure what happened, or where this sudden outburst had come from, but back outside the tree house Tinkerbell had come to life again in Peter's hands."
As Mel gazed around the room, wide smiles were across the faces of all except Lee-Ann's. Lee-Ann had moved on to the bed part of the way through the story, and had never uttered a word since it began.
Suddenly Debz got to her feet and started chanting, "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!". Everyone turned and looked at her. She stood there right in the middle of the nursery floor chanting away. It was not long before Mel, Jenny and Kelly joined in. Lee-Ann sat bolt upright on her bed and watched her friends with amazement. They were all dancing and giggling amongst themselves, and before she knew it she had sprung off the bed and had joined them in the middle of the room. The girls all held on to one another's hands, as they skipped around in a circle chanting "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!"
Peter and Tinkerbell could only look on in amazement at the five girls reliving one of their most vivid memories that had haunted them for years. Peter felt a warmth from within himself, and he felt proud that these five young girls seemed to admire his courage and loyalty. As he looked on at Mel, he could only imagine that she was infact the daughter of Wendy. She shared some of Wendy's best qualities, and was incredibly beautiful.
Just as Peter and Tink thought it was time for them to leave, the nursery door flew open and a dark figure stood in the shadow of the doorway. All movement in the room froze.
"What's all this carry on?" came the cold voice of the figure. None of the girls dared to answer. Peter was trying desperately to identify the figure, but he was too far away, and the room was too dark. The dark figure walked through the doorway and switched on the light. It was a woman of around her early thirties, medium built and height, with light brown hair swept into a French roll. She wore a dark red dress that was floor length, and her face was expressionless. "Well? One of you better explain yourselves." she said glancing coldly at each of the girls.
"We're sorry Auntie Wendy." came Kelly's apologetic voice. "Mel was only telling us a story about Peter Pan and we got.." She was cut off by Wendy's sudden outburst. "How many times must I tell you children? There will be no talk of Neverland and especially of Peter Pan in this household. Do I make myself clear?" The girls lowered their heads and nodded in agreement. "Good. Now go downstairs and get the hot chocolate I've made you's before you go to sleep." The girls all exited the room, but Wendy grabbed hold of Mel.
"Your father may approve of storytelling in your house, but it is forbidden here. Do you understand that?" Mel gazed up at Wendy with her deep blue eyes, "Yes Mrs Reid, I understand." "Good. I do not want you filling my daughter or my niece's heads with nonsense of Neverland and Peter Pan, he's not real and it's about time you realised that." With that Mel left the room and headed downstairs.
Peter was in shock. He could not believe that this bitter woman was the girl he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. She had changed over the years, and time had took it's toll on her. He could not help but feel upset at the fact she'd forgotten Neverland, and the adventures she'd had there with him and the Lost Boys. There was no smile beaming from ear to ear across her face and her eyes, once bright and sparkling, had become dull and lifeless. Her love of story telling seemed to have faded, and above all, she had forgotten him.
From outside the window, Peter and Tinkerbell were both reliving that awful memory that almost cost Tink her life. He gave her a friendly smile, making her feel both reassured and comforted.
"Then what happened Mel" came the eager voice of Jenny. "Well, as Tink's spirit began to fade he scooped her up in his hands and took her outside the tree house. Neverland's sky had never been so black and stormy in all it's days. Peter refused to give up hope in the one person who had trusted him all his life, and so he screamed with all his might, "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!". He repeated this chant over and over again in the hope it would bring her back.
Meanwhile aboard the Jolly Roger, Captain Hook was holding the Lost Boys, John, Michael, and Wendy captive. He watched the sky change from it's usual clear blue to black and stormy. He took this as a sign that Peter was dead, and took great pleasure in announcing this to both crew and captives. As he grabbed Wendy from the deck and pushed her towards the plank he asked if she had anything to declare, to which she replied "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!".
Before Hook knew it, everyone on board was chanting this phrase. No one really knows for sure what happened, or where this sudden outburst had come from, but back outside the tree house Tinkerbell had come to life again in Peter's hands."
As Mel gazed around the room, wide smiles were across the faces of all except Lee-Ann's. Lee-Ann had moved on to the bed part of the way through the story, and had never uttered a word since it began.
Suddenly Debz got to her feet and started chanting, "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!". Everyone turned and looked at her. She stood there right in the middle of the nursery floor chanting away. It was not long before Mel, Jenny and Kelly joined in. Lee-Ann sat bolt upright on her bed and watched her friends with amazement. They were all dancing and giggling amongst themselves, and before she knew it she had sprung off the bed and had joined them in the middle of the room. The girls all held on to one another's hands, as they skipped around in a circle chanting "I DO BELIEVE IN FAIRIES, I DO, I DO!"
Peter and Tinkerbell could only look on in amazement at the five girls reliving one of their most vivid memories that had haunted them for years. Peter felt a warmth from within himself, and he felt proud that these five young girls seemed to admire his courage and loyalty. As he looked on at Mel, he could only imagine that she was infact the daughter of Wendy. She shared some of Wendy's best qualities, and was incredibly beautiful.
Just as Peter and Tink thought it was time for them to leave, the nursery door flew open and a dark figure stood in the shadow of the doorway. All movement in the room froze.
"What's all this carry on?" came the cold voice of the figure. None of the girls dared to answer. Peter was trying desperately to identify the figure, but he was too far away, and the room was too dark. The dark figure walked through the doorway and switched on the light. It was a woman of around her early thirties, medium built and height, with light brown hair swept into a French roll. She wore a dark red dress that was floor length, and her face was expressionless. "Well? One of you better explain yourselves." she said glancing coldly at each of the girls.
"We're sorry Auntie Wendy." came Kelly's apologetic voice. "Mel was only telling us a story about Peter Pan and we got.." She was cut off by Wendy's sudden outburst. "How many times must I tell you children? There will be no talk of Neverland and especially of Peter Pan in this household. Do I make myself clear?" The girls lowered their heads and nodded in agreement. "Good. Now go downstairs and get the hot chocolate I've made you's before you go to sleep." The girls all exited the room, but Wendy grabbed hold of Mel.
"Your father may approve of storytelling in your house, but it is forbidden here. Do you understand that?" Mel gazed up at Wendy with her deep blue eyes, "Yes Mrs Reid, I understand." "Good. I do not want you filling my daughter or my niece's heads with nonsense of Neverland and Peter Pan, he's not real and it's about time you realised that." With that Mel left the room and headed downstairs.
Peter was in shock. He could not believe that this bitter woman was the girl he'd fallen in love with all those years ago. She had changed over the years, and time had took it's toll on her. He could not help but feel upset at the fact she'd forgotten Neverland, and the adventures she'd had there with him and the Lost Boys. There was no smile beaming from ear to ear across her face and her eyes, once bright and sparkling, had become dull and lifeless. Her love of story telling seemed to have faded, and above all, she had forgotten him.