Peter lifted her into his arms and flew out through a hole in one of the
many tree roots. She held tightly around his neck. Once he was in the air
he smiled at her and let her go. "PETER!" she shrieked. He let out a boyish
laugh as she fell. He quickly dove down so that he came up underneath her.
She landed on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. "Meant
to do that." He said cleverly. She scowled at him. He smiled and faced
forward so that he could tell where they were going.
"That there is Mermaid's Lagoon." He said. The water was dark and murky. No mermaids were to be seen. He didn't think anything of it. The mermaids only came out at night or during a storm. They were foul evil creatures of the deep sea. Sunlight was against them unless they knew they were completely alone. "What's that?" he heard her ask. He looked towards where she was pointing. "That was the old Indian Encampment." He said. "They've since moved because of the pirates last invasion." He said. He pointed off towards a small ledge that spiked out of the side of the island. "That is where they've settled now." He said. He took a hard left and tilted onto his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter. He could only smile. Then he straightened out and rode the wind. "That there is the Jolly Rodger." He said. Memories raced through his head. "The pirates have abandoned it for a cave in the north. It's mostly a home for the fairies now." He said. "That's where they hold all their important events now a days." He added. He looked over his shoulder to see her reaction. Her eyes sparkled as she took everything in. Her hair trailed out behind her like a flag. It was so beautiful to him. He smiled and again turned to face forward. He lowered them into a tree just off the shore of the western coast of the island.
"Now..." he said setting her down on a branch. She stumbled to find her balance. Then she sat down and leaned back against the trunk of the tree for support. Peter floated just above the branch effortlessly. "I've showed you the island." He said. "Tell me your story." He said. She sighed. "I was marooned." She said. "By pirates?" he asked with intrigue. She nodded. "Why?" he asked with confusion. "Captain didn't like my stories." She said. "You were a story teller?" he asked with excitement. "Of sorts." She said. "What kind of stories did you tell?" he asked. She smiled. "Peter Pan stories." She said. He smirked. "I knew it." He said. "Hey..." he said squinting at her. He finally sat down on the branch. She grabbed him for support when the added weight moved the branch slightly. "You never told me your name." He said. She sat back and smiled. "Christine." She said. "Christine... I like it." He said. She smiled. Then she leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes. "Are you tired?" he asked. She nodded sleepily. "I'll take you back." He said. "You can tell me more stories tomorrow." He said. She smiled as he took her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled and headed back to the underground hideaway.
By the time he got back she was asleep in his arms. He laid her down in his bed and looked around for something to cover her up with. He found a fur blanket on one of the chairs. He pulled it off and laid it over her. She moved a little in her sleep under the added weight. He smiled. Then he sat beside her and looked her over. He didn't know why but he sat up and watched her sleep. He watched her chest move as she took in breaths. Then he caught himself trying to breath in sync with her. He tilted his head to the side to look at her straight on. Then he laid beside her almost right next to her. He could feel the heat of her skin on his. Then a single strand of her dark hair fell across her face. He smiled and reached over cautiously. He brushed it back behind her ear. She took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. He looked shocked but she smiled. Then she scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder. Then she moved it to his chest and held him around his stomach like he was a teddy bear. He held his breath but then relaxed when he felt her steady breath on his chest. A smile spread across his lips and his eyes became heavy. They closed and for the first time in a long time he had a wonderful dream.
"That there is Mermaid's Lagoon." He said. The water was dark and murky. No mermaids were to be seen. He didn't think anything of it. The mermaids only came out at night or during a storm. They were foul evil creatures of the deep sea. Sunlight was against them unless they knew they were completely alone. "What's that?" he heard her ask. He looked towards where she was pointing. "That was the old Indian Encampment." He said. "They've since moved because of the pirates last invasion." He said. He pointed off towards a small ledge that spiked out of the side of the island. "That is where they've settled now." He said. He took a hard left and tilted onto his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter. He could only smile. Then he straightened out and rode the wind. "That there is the Jolly Rodger." He said. Memories raced through his head. "The pirates have abandoned it for a cave in the north. It's mostly a home for the fairies now." He said. "That's where they hold all their important events now a days." He added. He looked over his shoulder to see her reaction. Her eyes sparkled as she took everything in. Her hair trailed out behind her like a flag. It was so beautiful to him. He smiled and again turned to face forward. He lowered them into a tree just off the shore of the western coast of the island.
"Now..." he said setting her down on a branch. She stumbled to find her balance. Then she sat down and leaned back against the trunk of the tree for support. Peter floated just above the branch effortlessly. "I've showed you the island." He said. "Tell me your story." He said. She sighed. "I was marooned." She said. "By pirates?" he asked with intrigue. She nodded. "Why?" he asked with confusion. "Captain didn't like my stories." She said. "You were a story teller?" he asked with excitement. "Of sorts." She said. "What kind of stories did you tell?" he asked. She smiled. "Peter Pan stories." She said. He smirked. "I knew it." He said. "Hey..." he said squinting at her. He finally sat down on the branch. She grabbed him for support when the added weight moved the branch slightly. "You never told me your name." He said. She sat back and smiled. "Christine." She said. "Christine... I like it." He said. She smiled. Then she leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes. "Are you tired?" he asked. She nodded sleepily. "I'll take you back." He said. "You can tell me more stories tomorrow." He said. She smiled as he took her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He smiled and headed back to the underground hideaway.
By the time he got back she was asleep in his arms. He laid her down in his bed and looked around for something to cover her up with. He found a fur blanket on one of the chairs. He pulled it off and laid it over her. She moved a little in her sleep under the added weight. He smiled. Then he sat beside her and looked her over. He didn't know why but he sat up and watched her sleep. He watched her chest move as she took in breaths. Then he caught himself trying to breath in sync with her. He tilted his head to the side to look at her straight on. Then he laid beside her almost right next to her. He could feel the heat of her skin on his. Then a single strand of her dark hair fell across her face. He smiled and reached over cautiously. He brushed it back behind her ear. She took a deep breath and her eyes fluttered open. He looked shocked but she smiled. Then she scooted closer and rested her head on his shoulder. Then she moved it to his chest and held him around his stomach like he was a teddy bear. He held his breath but then relaxed when he felt her steady breath on his chest. A smile spread across his lips and his eyes became heavy. They closed and for the first time in a long time he had a wonderful dream.
