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Cheetahlee942: THANKYOU SOOOOOOO MUCH, that's really nice of you to say that
Amadea: thankyou for the encouragement, wait till you see what i'm gonna do next * cackles evilly *
Story: (London) Peter sat quietly at the dinner table, eyes fixed on his plate. His hand mechanically brought food to his mouth. His silence stood out among the rowdy chatter of the other boys. Mrs Darling watched him for a long minute and then, daintily wiping her mouth on her napkin, she announced. "I received a letter from Wendy today". These words created such uproar. They former lost boys all started yelling, begging Mrs Darling to read it to them. Peter carefully put down his cutlery; trying not to let his hands shake and quietly asked, "Is she happy?" Mrs Darling looked sympathetically at him and said, "Yes, she is learning French and German, mathematics of all things and music at the moment", she smiled, "She sends her love to all of you..." her smile faded slightly, "especially to you Peter".
The letter had finished him... He couldn't stand it here any more. He had to get out! Peter stood once again at the window, eyes searching the horizon for some means of escape. He stood, clad only in his loose white pants, squinting at the diminutive golden speck that had suddenly appeared on the edge of sight. A strange excitement welled up inside of him as he realised that the speck that was rapidly darting towards the window was Tinkerbell. The breeze whipped across his face as he leaned out, narrowing his eyes to make out the golden fairy that was approaching the window. He waved frantically, blue eyes shining in the moonlight. "Tink!" Tinkerbell flew to him with an excited high-pitched squeak. She tugged on his hair, pulling him towards the edge of the sill, towards the open air. His face fell as he whispered "No Tink... I can't... I've forgotten how to fly". Tink's eyes widened as she saw the defeat in his face. She tugged again insistently on his curls and then shook herself over his face, shaking golden dust onto him. Peter closed his eyes and thought hard about the days he had spent in Neverland, with Wendy and the Indians.
He sensed rather than felt himself rise into the air, the balcony falling away from his feet. Peter's eyes snapped open, joy radiating from him. He spun in the air and tumbled, feeling the air against his skin. He almost laughed aloud, but stopped himself as he remembered the other boys in the room behind him, he turned and floated silently into the room as he had once, many years ago. He shook Tink slightly over his pillow, leaving a fin layer of fairy dust. They would know where he had gone.
Peter Darling turned and flew out of the window, into the sky above London; he closed his eyes and repeated the directions under his breath. "Second star to the right... and straight on till morning!" With those words Peter Pan shot out into the night...
(Neverland, a few weeks before Peter's departure of London)
Isolde walked slowly across the rolling deck of the ship... Black booted feet tapping quietly across the salt-crusted planks. Isolde was a half selkie, a child of the sea, a rare and fabled half human. Her father Adaon was a half selkie too. She and he both carried the legacy of their oceanic ancestors, both had dark rippling hair that fell over their shoulders, while his was cropped to shoulder length and put back in a queue, her was waist length and allowed to fall free. They both had large fey dark eyes, eyes the colour of the ocean on a black night the other sailors would say. Their skin was pale and their limbs slender and strong. Their features were fine with slightly tilted eyes and high cheekbones. Isolde's grandmother had found a mate in a human. Her father had found love in another half-breed selkie.
She sighed; it was exactly four years today that her father and her had been in service of Solet, the pirate king of the North. She could still remember the day of their capture...
"Come Isa, swim with me" Her father had slipped through the waters with her and her mother. They had been true children of the sea, half of the land, half of the rolling waves and storm washed skies, of ocean depths and sea spray. She had lived on the land in a hidden cove; a small hut had been their home. She had been only nine years of age.
She had swum all day with the selkies, and was tired. She had sat on the beach in the dusky light and stared at the waves. Eyes watching the trace- like ebb and flow of the tide. She knew that there was going to be rain and storms in a few days, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew. It had always been so. Her father had once warned the fishing town over the crags of a hurricane that had swept the coast. He had saved thousands of lives. Isolde stood, and shook the sand from her hair and skin. She had paused, blinking several times to make sure she was not dreaming... No, there it was, ship lights approaching the cove! No one had navigated past the reefs before! Isolde spun and fled to the hut, leaping up the cliffs from ledge to ledge with grace born of long practice. She burst in the door, breathe coming in short gasps. Her father looked up and leapt to his feet as her words came tumbling out. "Pirate galleon... past the reef... Coming!"
A/N oooooooooooooooooh next chappie coming soon for you! Yes I am kinda busy but please still REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! Isolde is a pirate, her father is a pirate ECT ECT More of her capture and Peter in Neverland coooooooooming up!
A/N YAY! 2 reviews!!!!!!!
Cheetahlee942: THANKYOU SOOOOOOO MUCH, that's really nice of you to say that
Amadea: thankyou for the encouragement, wait till you see what i'm gonna do next * cackles evilly *
Story: (London) Peter sat quietly at the dinner table, eyes fixed on his plate. His hand mechanically brought food to his mouth. His silence stood out among the rowdy chatter of the other boys. Mrs Darling watched him for a long minute and then, daintily wiping her mouth on her napkin, she announced. "I received a letter from Wendy today". These words created such uproar. They former lost boys all started yelling, begging Mrs Darling to read it to them. Peter carefully put down his cutlery; trying not to let his hands shake and quietly asked, "Is she happy?" Mrs Darling looked sympathetically at him and said, "Yes, she is learning French and German, mathematics of all things and music at the moment", she smiled, "She sends her love to all of you..." her smile faded slightly, "especially to you Peter".
The letter had finished him... He couldn't stand it here any more. He had to get out! Peter stood once again at the window, eyes searching the horizon for some means of escape. He stood, clad only in his loose white pants, squinting at the diminutive golden speck that had suddenly appeared on the edge of sight. A strange excitement welled up inside of him as he realised that the speck that was rapidly darting towards the window was Tinkerbell. The breeze whipped across his face as he leaned out, narrowing his eyes to make out the golden fairy that was approaching the window. He waved frantically, blue eyes shining in the moonlight. "Tink!" Tinkerbell flew to him with an excited high-pitched squeak. She tugged on his hair, pulling him towards the edge of the sill, towards the open air. His face fell as he whispered "No Tink... I can't... I've forgotten how to fly". Tink's eyes widened as she saw the defeat in his face. She tugged again insistently on his curls and then shook herself over his face, shaking golden dust onto him. Peter closed his eyes and thought hard about the days he had spent in Neverland, with Wendy and the Indians.
He sensed rather than felt himself rise into the air, the balcony falling away from his feet. Peter's eyes snapped open, joy radiating from him. He spun in the air and tumbled, feeling the air against his skin. He almost laughed aloud, but stopped himself as he remembered the other boys in the room behind him, he turned and floated silently into the room as he had once, many years ago. He shook Tink slightly over his pillow, leaving a fin layer of fairy dust. They would know where he had gone.
Peter Darling turned and flew out of the window, into the sky above London; he closed his eyes and repeated the directions under his breath. "Second star to the right... and straight on till morning!" With those words Peter Pan shot out into the night...
(Neverland, a few weeks before Peter's departure of London)
Isolde walked slowly across the rolling deck of the ship... Black booted feet tapping quietly across the salt-crusted planks. Isolde was a half selkie, a child of the sea, a rare and fabled half human. Her father Adaon was a half selkie too. She and he both carried the legacy of their oceanic ancestors, both had dark rippling hair that fell over their shoulders, while his was cropped to shoulder length and put back in a queue, her was waist length and allowed to fall free. They both had large fey dark eyes, eyes the colour of the ocean on a black night the other sailors would say. Their skin was pale and their limbs slender and strong. Their features were fine with slightly tilted eyes and high cheekbones. Isolde's grandmother had found a mate in a human. Her father had found love in another half-breed selkie.
She sighed; it was exactly four years today that her father and her had been in service of Solet, the pirate king of the North. She could still remember the day of their capture...
"Come Isa, swim with me" Her father had slipped through the waters with her and her mother. They had been true children of the sea, half of the land, half of the rolling waves and storm washed skies, of ocean depths and sea spray. She had lived on the land in a hidden cove; a small hut had been their home. She had been only nine years of age.
She had swum all day with the selkies, and was tired. She had sat on the beach in the dusky light and stared at the waves. Eyes watching the trace- like ebb and flow of the tide. She knew that there was going to be rain and storms in a few days, she didn't know how she knew, but she knew. It had always been so. Her father had once warned the fishing town over the crags of a hurricane that had swept the coast. He had saved thousands of lives. Isolde stood, and shook the sand from her hair and skin. She had paused, blinking several times to make sure she was not dreaming... No, there it was, ship lights approaching the cove! No one had navigated past the reefs before! Isolde spun and fled to the hut, leaping up the cliffs from ledge to ledge with grace born of long practice. She burst in the door, breathe coming in short gasps. Her father looked up and leapt to his feet as her words came tumbling out. "Pirate galleon... past the reef... Coming!"
A/N oooooooooooooooooh next chappie coming soon for you! Yes I am kinda busy but please still REVIEW REVIEW!!!!! Isolde is a pirate, her father is a pirate ECT ECT More of her capture and Peter in Neverland coooooooooming up!