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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, ellie here! Thanks for all your reviews, its definitely inspired me to continue with this one. I didn't really have much to say on the last chapter, but these are going up kind of fast, so I'm just gonns warn you that the next chapter is probably gonna take longer than the first three, so bear with me, mmmkay??*kisses*
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A flight from Neverland.
Just past that second star....yes, he could see it now. The picturesque buildings of London rising majestically into the sky, the simple shingled roofs; the tapered steeples of churches.
Peter was flying just above the rooftops of London now, but he wasn't interested in seeing anything in the city, he knew exactly where he was headed. He could see the small yet pretty house right in the heart of the city, and he could see the window where he had first met Wendy so many years ago.
He alighted on the balcony and looked peered into the closed window. The room was almost exactly how he remembered it, with the exception of the six new beds where the lost boys slept.
'I guess they aren't really lost anymore, are they?? They have a real mother and a father now. Wendy was an amazing mother. '
He opened the window as quietly as he could. He could immediately tell that it had been closed for quite some time, it was almost stuck to the sill.
'Wait; I thought that Wendy promised to keep the window open for me for when I came back to hear stories. Just how long has it been since I left?'
Peter climbed through the window and into the nursery of the sleeping children. There they all were, John, Michael, the lost boys....Peter's heart stopped. Where was Wendy? Why wasn't she sleeping in her girl-bed with the heart carved into the headboard?
He tiptoed towards the door of the room, but somehow managed to slip on a toy arrow. Slightly's, no doubt. He fell to the floor with a crash, and the children awoke with a start.
John jumped out of bed.
"Who are you? Get out of this house right now, intruder, or prepare to face your death!" John brandished a flimsy wooden sword that Peter recognized as Wendy's old toy.
"John, John, it's me, Peter Pan! I've come back!" Peter said, pushing John's arm back down by his side.
The lost boys and Michael quickly jumped from their beds and raced to where Peter stood, eager to see if it was really him.
"Why, Peter, it is you! How jolly good of you to come and visit," John said, and then gasped, "Look at you! You're so much taller than you were! Peter....you've....you've grown up!"
Peter's eyes clouded over with anger. "Don't say that, John, don't say it! I can't bear to hear it."
"Why are you here, Peter? Why did you wait six whole years to come and visit again?" Michael asked. He looked like he was perhaps twelve or thirteen now, almost the same age Wendy had been when they had gone to Neverland.....he had that same innocence in his eyes as she had when she had accepted his invitation.
"I've come to see Wendy. Where is she? Why doesn't she sleep in the nursery anymore? Has she....has she....died?"
John laughed, and then grew serious. "No, Peter, she moved into a room of her own quite some time ago, I do believe she's given up on waiting for you to come back! She's stopped playing with us and telling us stories, she stopped maybe a year after we returned from Neverland. Mother and Father gave Wendy her own room, it's very grown-up and plain. Ladylike too. But she misses you Peter, I can tell because for the longest time I've been walking past her door late at night, and I can hear her laying in her bed and crying, wishing that you would come back. She's become quite the boring girl, if you ask me."
The other boys nodded in agreement.
"Aye, she's never quite as cheerful in the morning and at breakfast as she used to be, she used to have all these interesting ways of helping our dear mother make breakfast, but now she's waking up all late and the like, and half the time she doesn't even eat! I don't see how, a lad like me self would go stark raving mad if I didn't eat. I love to eat," Slightly declared.
Peter smiled. Still the same old Slightly, just a bit older than he remembered.
He faltered. After hearing how his absence had broken Wendy's heart, he wasn't sure if he could face her. But he had to. He had to know why he was growing up, and he had to see his Wendy again. To prove to her that he had kept his promise, and returned.
"Where is Wendy's room? I have to go see her."
"But she's asleep!"
"I don't care, where is it?" Peter demanded, somewhat frustrated.
Michael smiled. "Second room to the right."
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Afterthoughts: Hey guys, thanks for bearing with me hear, I know its kind of slow!! Don't worry, major Wendy/Peter interactions coming in chapter four! I kind of wanted to put it in this chapter, but I decided that it'd be better if it had its own separate chapter. Well, I'm gonna go to bed now.looking forward to that music theory quiz!!!!
~BYE~
Ellie*huggles*
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Notes from the Authoress: Hey guys, ellie here! Thanks for all your reviews, its definitely inspired me to continue with this one. I didn't really have much to say on the last chapter, but these are going up kind of fast, so I'm just gonns warn you that the next chapter is probably gonna take longer than the first three, so bear with me, mmmkay??*kisses*
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A flight from Neverland.
Just past that second star....yes, he could see it now. The picturesque buildings of London rising majestically into the sky, the simple shingled roofs; the tapered steeples of churches.
Peter was flying just above the rooftops of London now, but he wasn't interested in seeing anything in the city, he knew exactly where he was headed. He could see the small yet pretty house right in the heart of the city, and he could see the window where he had first met Wendy so many years ago.
He alighted on the balcony and looked peered into the closed window. The room was almost exactly how he remembered it, with the exception of the six new beds where the lost boys slept.
'I guess they aren't really lost anymore, are they?? They have a real mother and a father now. Wendy was an amazing mother. '
He opened the window as quietly as he could. He could immediately tell that it had been closed for quite some time, it was almost stuck to the sill.
'Wait; I thought that Wendy promised to keep the window open for me for when I came back to hear stories. Just how long has it been since I left?'
Peter climbed through the window and into the nursery of the sleeping children. There they all were, John, Michael, the lost boys....Peter's heart stopped. Where was Wendy? Why wasn't she sleeping in her girl-bed with the heart carved into the headboard?
He tiptoed towards the door of the room, but somehow managed to slip on a toy arrow. Slightly's, no doubt. He fell to the floor with a crash, and the children awoke with a start.
John jumped out of bed.
"Who are you? Get out of this house right now, intruder, or prepare to face your death!" John brandished a flimsy wooden sword that Peter recognized as Wendy's old toy.
"John, John, it's me, Peter Pan! I've come back!" Peter said, pushing John's arm back down by his side.
The lost boys and Michael quickly jumped from their beds and raced to where Peter stood, eager to see if it was really him.
"Why, Peter, it is you! How jolly good of you to come and visit," John said, and then gasped, "Look at you! You're so much taller than you were! Peter....you've....you've grown up!"
Peter's eyes clouded over with anger. "Don't say that, John, don't say it! I can't bear to hear it."
"Why are you here, Peter? Why did you wait six whole years to come and visit again?" Michael asked. He looked like he was perhaps twelve or thirteen now, almost the same age Wendy had been when they had gone to Neverland.....he had that same innocence in his eyes as she had when she had accepted his invitation.
"I've come to see Wendy. Where is she? Why doesn't she sleep in the nursery anymore? Has she....has she....died?"
John laughed, and then grew serious. "No, Peter, she moved into a room of her own quite some time ago, I do believe she's given up on waiting for you to come back! She's stopped playing with us and telling us stories, she stopped maybe a year after we returned from Neverland. Mother and Father gave Wendy her own room, it's very grown-up and plain. Ladylike too. But she misses you Peter, I can tell because for the longest time I've been walking past her door late at night, and I can hear her laying in her bed and crying, wishing that you would come back. She's become quite the boring girl, if you ask me."
The other boys nodded in agreement.
"Aye, she's never quite as cheerful in the morning and at breakfast as she used to be, she used to have all these interesting ways of helping our dear mother make breakfast, but now she's waking up all late and the like, and half the time she doesn't even eat! I don't see how, a lad like me self would go stark raving mad if I didn't eat. I love to eat," Slightly declared.
Peter smiled. Still the same old Slightly, just a bit older than he remembered.
He faltered. After hearing how his absence had broken Wendy's heart, he wasn't sure if he could face her. But he had to. He had to know why he was growing up, and he had to see his Wendy again. To prove to her that he had kept his promise, and returned.
"Where is Wendy's room? I have to go see her."
"But she's asleep!"
"I don't care, where is it?" Peter demanded, somewhat frustrated.
Michael smiled. "Second room to the right."
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Afterthoughts: Hey guys, thanks for bearing with me hear, I know its kind of slow!! Don't worry, major Wendy/Peter interactions coming in chapter four! I kind of wanted to put it in this chapter, but I decided that it'd be better if it had its own separate chapter. Well, I'm gonna go to bed now.looking forward to that music theory quiz!!!!
~BYE~
Ellie*huggles*
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