Peter, blind with his tears and fearing being that monster's lunch, did the only thing he knew that had saved him in numerous occasions before. He leapt into the air so high that the car passed neatly under his feet without touching him one bit. That left three situations of a rather subrealistic appereance. A boy hovering three metres from the ground, floating lazily as if he was weightless. One driver stopping his car and sweating coldly through a labored breathing, not knowing if the events just ocurred had been real. And Liz gaping at the scene before her, paler than ever and apparently close to a fainting point, yet her heart beating excitedly, and her lips twitching behind her open hand to manage a smile that desired to appear.
"so it was true!" whispered the woman highly surprised, yet with dreamy eyes where a piece of the sky had gotten trapped in her first flight.
Peter floated down lazily, gently, gliding like a weightless feather of exceptional beauty torwards the young girl. His eyes reflected submission, glinting brightly not from tears, but a fear that dulled his senses, a fear of loosing this girl that had become of importance to his heart. Liz, upon having that wonder of nature so close, recoiled, not of pure wish or refusal, but mostly due to an instinctive reaction towards the unnatural. Peter lowered his eyes sadly, sighing in a very depressing way.
"what...or who are you Peter?" inquired Liz knowing well now that Turner could not have been his true name.
"come with me Liz, I'll explain you everything!" he said extending the hand to her once more, begging for her acceptance again, sadly eyes somber with sorrow looking down at the hesitant woman.
Liz stared at the hand, once again thinking about the consequences of laying her palm on the childish smoothness of his. However, as it had ocurred previously she had granted him with her whole trust and heart, placing trembling fingers upon an open hand.
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Faeries flew nervously around them, giggling, yelling and speaking in the incoherent chimming of bells that was their language. A few seemed to yell angrily into their ears, for faeries were neither good nor bad, but were faeries, and lived independent from a certain ethic. This beings hated the children's pressence as an intrusion to their realms of magick, however most didn't bother in them for many knew Peter, and the rest knew Liz from the day she crossed the boundary between reality and fantasy on the back of a white stallion.
Two glorious beasts paced lazily, nibbling on the moist grass and threads of dew covered plants and moss. The grandious purity of a white spirit, of a nervous and exultant personality. And the greatness and nobility of a stylish creature, a shadow of the clearest night, of a blue greyish colour and a mane of the silkiest texture and the most intense silver colour, so much it seemed as fine threats of the polished metal. His coat was a shadow, a ripple of pure water where the moon reflects it's beauty. The blueish colour of his smooth fur was sparkled with splashes of silver and white, making him seem as if an ocean had wrapped it's arms around him during a night stroll. That was Liz's other horse, Blue, named after his fur.
Peter was seated on a carpet of velvety moss, his back pressed gently against the roughtness of a tree's trunk. His arms crossed and his eyes shut painfully gave him a solemn look. He seemed emotionless, yet inmersed in his own thinking, and the unnatural paleness of his face reflected the way his heart and childish illusions had shattered, cruelly attacked by the sharp claws of time. He sighed occassionally and his breathing was deep, forced and almost as if he lacked air.
Liz observed him, frightfully but with admiration, her hawk eyes sparkled with excitement and anxiety, and something in her depths reflected a tiny water lily, with a beauty greater than nature, and a purity larger than childhood. It was blooming, there, in her heart and soul, and her lips twitched with a gentle smile as a warmth spread pleasantly through her. But a shadow creeped ove her faint happiness, reminding her of how he had lied, and pointing out his strange ability to fly.
"Peter, I think I should know!" Liz reminded him rather dryly.
Peter flinched at her voice, and his eyes oppened slowly, calmly. Liz gasped silently, his eyes, once so lively and full of joy and innocence, were now dull, somber, and deception sneaked across his sky orbs slyly, gathering all the childlish joy from his heart.
"I know!" he said, and his comforting, warm voice was now cracked and broken with an strangled sob, "listen, it's not easy to believe, and I'm not asking you to do such, but I can show you it's true all I'm gong to tell you!" he commented swallowing hard to try keeping his voice smooth and gentle.
"I'll try!" Liz said shaking slightly, looking at the boy hesitantly.
"I am adopted!" Peter started calmly.
"I see!" Liz commented mostly to herself, raising an eyebrow and trying to consider the similarity between beind adopted and being able to fly.
"I dont know my true name, but I was called Peter Pan back in Neverland. I ran away when I was around 12 or 13 because I heard my parents planning my future. I met Tinkerbells, a faerie, and she dragged me to Neverland!" Peter explained calmly, gesticulating profusely with his hands.
Liz raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing, incredulous as she was staring at him, her gazed passed unnoticed by Peter's eyes, which had traveled back in time.
"I met Wendy one night I was flying over London, I heard her telling stories and I loved them so much I returned every night. One night I entered in her room, I wanted to see what she looked liked, and I saw she was the most beatiful creature I had ever seen. But that horrible beast, that black dog snatched my shadow and took it!" Peter explained, his eyes glimmering with passion, his gaze placed upon the starry sky with a dreamy and absent expression.
"uhu, your shadow was pulled off from you!" commented Liz incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
"yeah, so I returned for it, but I couldn't manage to stick it back to me, so I cried, and Wnedy woke up. She sewed on me and then we, with her two brothers, flew to Neverland where we had a great adventure...and...!" Peter, upon reaching this point, stumbled slightly with his words.
Liz stared at him, the boy trembling lightly, swallowing his words, feeling a cold warmth spreading across his veins in intervals. She knew this emotions were great to play them out, and considered believing his story, after all she did see him float to safety.
"and I kinda fell in love, or more like a child can love a woman, but it was the beggining of adulthood, and that scared me so when she started speaking about feelings I pushed her away from me, and Wendy decided to leave!" explained Peter sadly, his voice being strangled at such memory.
"didn't you try to demonstrate her that you loved her?" inquired Liz now inmersed in the story.
"I did! I brought her home as she wished! Even when I didn't want that..." explained Peter rather alarmed, focusing in the white horse's hadnsome figure as if he could only see his life reflected in it.
"but if you went back to Neverland, how come you are here now?" inquired Liz rather excited by this amazing past the misterious boy seemed to have.
"I couldn't stop thinking about her, and decided to come back, but I couldn't find the house so I landed at a park where I sat feeling very lonely and desperate! A policeman found me and brought me to an orphanage after I told him I had been abandoned a month back, hence by clothes sewed with leaves." explained Peter shaking his head as if motioning to represent his desperation, "then I was adopted by the Turners" Peter finished lowering his head calmly.
"and now?" inquired Liz staring at him with humid eyes, glossy with fear.
"what do you mean now?" inquired Peter, eyes fixed on the beast he rode on the way here, the elegant animal of a night shadow.
"I mean if you are able to love now" said Liz careully, frightened at his refusal, staring at him intensely with her hawk eyes sparkled in ambar, yet with the fear of a little child.
"what?! I...Liz...I..." Peter recoiled at her words, his eyes, absent and distant for the past half an hour, finally focused on the woman's eyes.
Liz understood inmediatly, he still feared love, he still feared growth and was much likely returning back to Neverland before he grew completely and found himself unable to lift flight. Her eyes, dull and sad, lowered to the sparkling moss, and only then, in the silence that engulfed them, did she knew the faeries were sitting calmly on the leaves, listening and observing, and sobbing with twinkling voices. But Liz's heart had shattered, the even sound of their breaths was somewhat soothing to her ears, but not the knowledge of his eyes bearing into her defeated figure.
Peter had been taken by surprise, but in his heart it was so right, being with her, having stolen a kiss upon their flight, and the time they spent together, it felt so right and intense. He could feel a swarm of butterflies fluttering upon his stomach, a calid sensation spreading through his veins, and the way his eyes sparkled and his lips twitched uncontrolably into a smile upon her appereance. He had started by admiring her beauty, the way her body was made to fly, the same as her eyes were done like a preybird's eyes. Then by liking her way of beng so harsh and cold to outsiders, however gentle and kind hearted to friends.
And now he observed her laying there, back curved in a way of hiding her face with the flaming curls, he could not see her yet knew she was not smiling, for she was very still and flattened. He saw the beautiful girl who had listened to him, believed his story, helped him to find Wendy, and who had accepted his friendship. He saw her, depressed, saddened by his doubts and hesitation, and he couldnt help accepting it.
He loved her.
A trembling, nervous hand made it's way torwards her face, his fingertips caressed her pale cheek gently, making Liz feel the fluttering of a faerie's kiss tenderly touch her skin. She looked up with watery eyes into the sky depth's of the boy's eyes. Inmediatly their heart's fused in one as a curren of magick flowed through their gaze, and they shared their feelings intensely, mutual which became one. Peter's hand slipped closer to her cheek and covered it whole. Liz closed her eyes with a sigh and placed a slim hand holding his. Then they leaned in, closing their eyes to see nothing but their thoughts and dreams, but the feelings to be developed through the kiss.
Their lips touched, only but a feathery caress, sweet flavour mixed with the freshness of nature, the touch of a feather and finest silks. Then they deepened the kiss, pressing their mouths harder, letting their tounges slip into each other' s mouth and melting their souls into one. Their arms slithered away from their gentle position to wrape each other in a tight,yet tender hug, almost af if trying to remain chained forever. Then, ever so slightly, and almost hesitantly, they pulled apart. They were a little daze at the event,having not expected it, and Peter smiled knowingly and lovingly at the woman.
"I believe I am able to love!" Peter said with a gentle look in his eyes, almost admiring.
Liz smiled and oppened her mouth to answer, her arms still wrapping the boy's waist. Right in that moment and shrill, like the scream of a child, echoed very faintly in the distance. The faeries left their perches on the leaves and fluttered off into the air, twinkling and chimming in their voices, all at once, moving around the two teenagers frantically. As if something horrible was happening the horses raised their heads and nieghed frightfully. Pegasso stood on hands and shook his head to the sky. And the light from the moon that showered the clearing faded to return with the quick passing of a cloud.
"oh no, KELLY!" yelled Liz standing up and running to mount her horse.
Peter flew to the tall horse and once on his back, kicked his sides to get moving. The moon and his shadow galloped at full speed across the forest.Blue moved elegantly, yet never stopping in his quick run. They emerged on the back yard where the house was surounded by carefully mowed grass and where Peter had been many nights, perched on the roof on top o a window. A window that was now open, with the white curtains fluttering outside like Pegasso's mane.
"Peter!" yelled Liz pointing at the window, her stomach shrank and a cold feeling froze her blood upon seeing the window, which should have been shut, open, and with the curtains so unmessily sticking outside, lolling like wicked tounges laughing at them.
Peter, obeying, stopped Blue with a dry pull of the reins. He stood on the saddle and leapt into the air, having some trouble at first into focusing in a happy thought, for his happy thought was gone, and a new one was not firm enough. Also his throat was dry with worry, since he could smell danger and scented a very horrible peril that had passed through here. Upon entering the darkness of the room he realized everything was normal, the bed was on it's place, and there was no sing of violence. Everything was as it should be except one thing...
To Be Continued...
AN: Well, I'm sorry for this boring chapter, I was not willing to make it that way but it turned out like that. Anyways, the adventure beggins in the next chapter and I've got something prepared for you, something you guys are not going to expect ;). Oh and another thing, I'm sorry for not being able to update for a whole week, and most likely it'll take me longer than usual to update since school is taking all my time. Well, thanks to all my reviewers.