Liz ignored what had happened, but her lungs were about to explode and her conciousness was drifting off into the land of all peace and bliss. A white blurr had plunged into the lagoon, having seen her being pulled in. The beast held her with powerful paws and pulled her out rapidly, making an enormous effort to pull his humid body out as well. He rested the girl on the beach and pressed on her chest to force her to spit all the water. A calid vomit fell upon the paw accompained with a series of chocking coughs, and Liz's eyes fluttered open to observe the face of her savior. She inhaled a deep, shocked breath, and her eyes widdened greatly as her back straightened. Liz would have expected anything, a prince warrior or a charming elf, or even her Peter, but she never expected to be saved by this creature.
It had a powerful, round head and a strong, sharp beak the colour of polished gold, glistening in the sun in such brilliance. The body, that of a lion, was strong and fibrous, with powerful legs finished in the razor sharpness of a collection of feline claws. A tail whipped back and forth, and a pair of enormous wings were kept at each side with a great effort, trembling at the weight of the damp, wet feathers. The whole beast was covered in silky fur, like velvet, so soft it was like touching a cloud. The colour was the purest of white, snow besides this animal would look dirty and grey, such was the purity. White fur and white feathers. But something caught Liz's attention, his eyes. They were the colour of dawn, violet, shinny and deep and proffoundly magickal. Inside them you could see a world of magick, a world of fantasy, for in his eyes was the mirror of past, present and future, in such violet and silverish jewel were the souls of beasts from worlds never imagined.
Liz gasped loudly and coughed again, chocking on the remaints of the water she had just vomited. She sat up and coughed it out rapidly, emmiting a dry and rough cough as she convulsed. She was shocked at the animal, her eyes fearfully observing the powefull beak. However it was a brighter glitter of realization, some euphory attempting to dawn from her heart while reason kicked it back down roughtly with it's simple thinking. One would think that after flying all the way to enverland and being attacked by Mermaids, thinking something more scentric would be no problem. But not Liz and her scientifical mind. Recognition, standing up a little straighter she couldnt help staring into such pair of eyes, that observed her back with admiration, care and a deep love and trust.
"Liz, are you ok?" inquired the animal worriedly, taking one hesitant step forward.
"how do you know my name?" inquired Liz dryly, staring at him still suspiciously, trustlessly, slithering back a little more, keeping her distance.
"don't you remember me?" the griffin inquired looking sideways rather sadly, and letting his wings fall back on each side, sighing with something close to deception.
"Li...Lightning?"Inquired Liz hesitantly, staring at the griffin carefully and almost dreamily.
"Liz!" Lightning, the griffin, turned abruptly torwards her, beaming, his feathers ruffled and standing when he inhaled happily, and his features twisted into a grin of pleasant happiness.
Liz knew her words were correct, but she could not believe her eyes hence her harsh reacting. Standing straight she pointed an accusing finger at the griffin, "it cant be! I made you up! You cant be real!" screamed Liz at the animal.
"Liz!" gasped Lightning recoiling a few steps, his wings collapsing to his sides once again, and his eyes looking sadly and dissapointed at the young woman, "I know you think you imagined me, but I'm real! You dreamed of me...of everyone!" explained lightning anciously and desperately, trying as hard as he could to make Liz believe of his existence.
"everyone?" inquired Liz incredulous, eyeing the beast eagerly.
"Shai and Lerea, and Aura, Crizinse, and all!" explained Lightning now lifting his head and taking one step forward.
"and Koe too?" asked Liz falling into her imagination, her voice excited and high pitched.
"now she is!" exclaimed Lightning taking a few more steps forward and smiling through his beaked mouth at the woman.
Lerea smiled dreamily, her eyes glittering with sparks of excitement, emotion, and a slight shadow of disbelief. She pounted on Lightning and embraced the white neck of the animal, hugging him so tightly she was strangling him. Lightning was thrown backwards by the impact and the shock of having this woman screaming at him first and now hugging him as the old friend he was. He smiled and sighed contently and patted the girl's back clumsily with his front paw, closing his eyes with relief at having her around finally.
"LIZ!" echoed a worried voice throughout the air. The birds, frightened from the sudden rush and the booming vibrations took off into the air with a loud flapping and the shrieking chirping of their fear.
Liz pulled back from the griffin quickly and looked up, her eyes dancing across the sky, the sparks of rainbow gliding nervously in the oposite direction of peril caught her attenting. She traced a line with a trembling finger and stopped at the leaf where the shadow was bound to appear. Indeed, like an enormous bird shaded by a sun that had situated itself over him, appeared Peter.
He saw her and the white figure standing next to her, tail swishing calmly and the wings still shaking with the weight. Peter's eyes narrowed at the beast, and his lips bared his teeth when they curled in a snarl. He pulled out a long object that glistened on the sun with the sharp edges of it's deadly blade, with a golden spark of murder that was blinding to the observer. Peter dived swinging the sword, hanging it backwards ready to strike, his mouth open as a war howl escaped his lips.
"Peter NO!" yelled Liz standing just before Lightning, whose beak had been oppened at the attack with a hiss echoing in his razor edges, and his position had been one of battle.
The boy stopped his dive abruptly, standing in a light hover right over the woman, sword raised and glistening maliciously, and body sweating in profuse trickles, a very noticeable frown crossing his confused face.
"he is my friend, my happy thought!" explained Liz frightfully staring with a pleading look at Peter and at the beast.
"that is your friend? How? That thing tried to kill me!" snapped Peter pointing at the griffin, who lowered his head and hissed indignated.
"how wasn´t I to? You found it funny to fool about with OUR eggs!" shrieked the griffin in such an acute voice Peter recoiled. Liz felt her knees buckle under her weight, when a pained expression contorted her features.
"guys please!" moaned Liz pleading, and staring up with teary eyes at both creatures, hence her tears were of phisical pain, while her stomack sank with frozen pain.
Peter's eyes crossed those of an intense violet belonging to the white ghost, a lightning sparkled in between the connection. Saddened eyes, the colour of a hawk's, gazed at the beings as they tested their strength. None gave up, both too prideful to do such, their chests inflated at their eyebrows narrowed. Peter's eyes gazed for a brief moment at Liz, at her saddened eyes, the way her hands were clasped together in a pleading look, and the beautiful face glistening with the humidity of water in a solemn way.
"he saved my life!" whispered the wind, a voice distan and melodic like the howl of a wolf, the voice belongin to the woman he love with all his heart.
And he did. Peter's gaze broke the strength contact to look down in submission, a gift to Liz for it was what she wished.
Lightning went on his hinds, his enormous wingspan spread and flapped vigorously against the ground, and his powerful head raised to the sky, his beak oppened. His head shook back and forth as he shrieked acutely and loudly, victoriously as he called to the winds to make all the spirits know of his win against the boy that never grows.
"thank you Liz!" said the griffin as he landed on his four.
"always, Lightning!" commented the gil raising her extended palm to him and nodding with a shy smile.
The beast took off under the blazing gaze of the teenager boy, several drops of water from his humid body colliding against the bare skins of the two humans. The white body vanished into the clouds with a call of farewell.
"Liz!" commenced a voice somewhat tense from the shame this beast made him go through.
"yeah, Peter?" inquired the woman calmly, curiously.
"let's go get Hook and your sister!" Peter said sternly, throwing a sword to the woman.
Liz caught the sword and stared at the boy. With a determined nodd, both teens took off and plunged into the winds, galloping on their backs, sliding past their waves, and skiing on their cold, ethereal surfaces.
The cold engulfed them as did the mist, the silence became intense and frightening, making Peter shift nervously on his flight. The ship loomed over them, threatening as a shadow of a murderous beast. The sails were ripped and tattered, faling in threads of cloth which floated and swayed with an inexistent breeze, almost in an ethereal way.
"that's odd!" whispered Peter to himself.
His voice echoed in the silence, bouncing around the two figures. Liz stared at him fearfully, but said nothing, keeping her body at a steady hover, her mucles so tense it was painful.
The two children flew over the ship, standing over the highest sail, feling the threats of cloth touch them with the texture of spider web, of centenary silk. They saw figures moving under their feet, shadows walking back and forth in their work. The crawling and twisting of a thick snake called their attention, for even tied and wrapped in ropes her light glisttened with purity. Standing by her was a tall man who stood with dignity, straight and proud.
"well little girl, we should be expecting your sister and that friend of hers to land around here soon, shouldn't we?" said the powerful voice, yet with a tone of delicacy. Even in his good manners it was impossible not to see the snake's venom drooling from his fangs, and to hear the hiss in his voice.
"I told you, Peter Turner is not Peter Pan, and nor is my sister able to fly. They'll never come!" yelled Kelly angrily, clenching her little fists tightly and nearly spitting at Hook's face.
"how can you be so sure? Unless, of course, the boy had been down there for too long and he can fly and fight no more! Maybe he doesnt even know he is Peter Pan!" called Hook loudly, hissing like the snake he was.
Several laughs here and there echoed, cracked, old and rotten, broken with the habit of drinking, and smoking. Peter's fists clenched tightly around the sword, his fury building around his aura, his blood boiling and his stomach churning. He gritted his teeth and leapt into a dive, sword out and ready to strike.
Liz gasped silently but leapt after him, her sword ready as well, although she knew little of it's usage and had less skills at it.
Peter's voice echoed in a war cry making Hook turn around to view his attacker. His lips parted in a grin, a murderous smile that turned into surprise when he felt the cold steel penetrate straight through his heart, tearing flesh and bones.
Peter's lips parted in a triumphant smile, a smile that was to last very little when surprise bloomed in his heart, and fear spread through his veins.
To Be Continued...
AN: What might have happened? Why of the fear? Well, net chapter you'll know. Sorry I wasnt able to write but I promise to finish this story soon, school had taken the best of me but now I'm finished. Well, thank you for reading the story.