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Chapter 6: All's Fair in Love and War
Peter was furious. He knew Wendy remembered him, he positively knew it! But if she didn't want to remember him, then he didn't need her! Tinker Bell must have sensed his frustration, for she was quiet the whole journey home. He did not stop at the hollow when he reached Neverland. He didn't stop at the Mermaid's Lagoon or the Black Castle. He was on a mission. He flew to the ocean, stopped, and stared out at the curling waves. Then, with all of his might, he took Wendy's thimble and threw it as hard as he could. It gave a small thunk as it hit the water, and then it was gone, lost to the churning tide. "Goodbye Wendy," He spat, turned, and flew back to his hollow. Tinker Bell tried to hide her giggles, and followed him.
Wendy was beside herself. She knew she told him to leave, that she didn't want him to come anymore, but something drew her to her window every night, wishing…
Slightly had been very confused and slightly angry with her for telling him to leave. He to held onto the belief that Peter would return. But she just wasn't sure. She knew she had to forget him, but something inside her wouldn't. And now, these lonely days without him, she felt a little part of her die. She was busy bustling around her room, making it nice and tidy, when a flash of green caught her eye. It was sticking out from under her bed! She bent down, and pulled out a green vine. She clutched it to her chest and breathed it in. It smelled of him, of a childhood she had forgotten.
And images began racing to her.
And she couldn't stop them. She wouldn't! Her uncle be damned, she would remember this Peter Pan, and the love they shared. But there was more to come. Something else peeked out from under her bed. She bent down, and pulled out the sketchbook she had forgotten. The page it was opened to made her gasp. The image on the page was of the flying boy she had drawn so many years ago. The first night she saw him, the first night she felt his touch.
Yes, it was all there. Hidden in a small box in her mind that she had just found the key too. And she wouldn't let her uncle stop her any more. There was a Peter Pan. And she would bring him back.