Chapter 23: SWORDPLAY
Peter hopped from tree to tree with a sharp smile, ready for adventure the next morning. He was searching for some action; an angry lion, tiger, or bear. Even a crocodile would do, though they favored the taste of human. But this particular day was off to Peter with all silence. Yes, other than the usual chirping between birds, and sounds from wild beasts that lurked in Neverland, it was pure silence.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood still as his heart raced. A sudden crack of a twig caused Peter to lunge around, his sword in hand.
"Peter!" A familiar face gasped. "It's only me!" Wendy laughed, motioning for Peter to put down the sword. Peter obeyed, hearing the sliding of the metal. Wendy smiled at him, blushing. Peter sat down on a branch, his heart still racing. Peter leaned in for a thimble, but lost his balance, catching him completely off guard, falling to the ground. Wendy giggled, jumping to the jungle floor.
"It's rather dangerous out here being by yourself." Peter smirked, standing up and towering over Wendy. Wendy rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Pirates could attack, or even beasts. Crocodiles don't take to kindly to girls." Peter looked away.
"Peter, I wasn't born yesterday." Wendy smiled. "I know how to defend myself.
"And how is that?" Peter asked, tapping his foot.
"Well, run and scream!" Wendy laughed, looking into the lovely sky. Peter tried not to laugh, yet a loud chuckle escaped his mouth.
"I bet you couldn't even sword fight with a pirate without loosing." He taunted, circling her. Wendy laughed.
"Be realistic. I've lived in London my whole life, where I don't remember any swordplay." Wendy crossed her arms.
"But, you don't remember anything, right?" Peter asked anxiously. Wendy stopped smiling immediately, and it turned into a lonely frown as she gazed off into the distance.
"You're right." She admitted, sitting down on a stump. "I admitted it... so it has to be true."
Peter pulled out his sword and walked over to Wendy. Wendy looked up blankly at him as he flipped around the sword and held it so the handle was facing her, ready for a hand to be around it.
"Go on." Peter insisted mischievously. "You know you want to." Wendy let out a breath of warm air, and still looking into Peter's emerald green eyes, she grabbed the sword. Peter smiled sweetly, and led her up. "Just swoop the sword around in the air, the best form you can do."
Wendy turned white, then red. She smiled; holding in her laughter as she pathetically swung around the sword. Peter rolled his eyes in a joking sort of way and walked behind her, to her back. Wendy looked back at him as Peter wrapped one arm around Wendy's slender waist. His right arm slid over Wendy's right arm, as he placed it around Wendy's hand and the sword. As if viewing it in slow motion, the sunlight blaring all but two youths, Peter waved the sword in the air with swift motion, making Wendy smile.
They practiced for minutes, until Peter parted from Wendy and pulled out another sword. Wendy widened her eyes as he pointed it to her.
"No, Peter! No how! You'll beat me, and you're much better than I!" Wendy stepped back a few steps with bewildered eyes.
"Relax, Wendy." Peter laughed. "I'll go easy on you." Wendy gulped, stepping slowly to Peter. Peter extended his left hand behind him gallantly (as he always does in a battle) and motioned with his open fingers.
Wendy ran to Peter, as Peter ran to Wendy. Their swords met, as the sound of the clash made Wendy feel like a changed girl. They fought strongly, running around trees and such. When they ended up both in blocks, panting, they gazed at each other seriously.
"That was, interesting." Wendy panted. Peter nodded, his mouth dropping open.
"Yeah." He panted. Then, a large horn blew from the Underground Home. It was no ordinary horn blow... it was a danger call.
"Pirates." Peter whispered, zooming into the air. Wendy looked up at Peter with confusion, seeing him fly away in such a hurry.
"PETER? WAIT! WHAT ABOUT ME?" She yelled with the sword still in her hand.
"Go to the fairies and wait for me there!" Peter called behind him. "Don't look back!"
Wendy reflected for a moment, as she usually did then, and ran to the Fairy Forest as fast as she could, following Peter's instructions. A beautiful morning was now turned into Wendy's worst nightmare. Her worries were for her boys, and for her Peter Pan... the boy whom she had met at her window and flew away from him after only minutes. All was lost, she worried.
Peter hopped from tree to tree with a sharp smile, ready for adventure the next morning. He was searching for some action; an angry lion, tiger, or bear. Even a crocodile would do, though they favored the taste of human. But this particular day was off to Peter with all silence. Yes, other than the usual chirping between birds, and sounds from wild beasts that lurked in Neverland, it was pure silence.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood still as his heart raced. A sudden crack of a twig caused Peter to lunge around, his sword in hand.
"Peter!" A familiar face gasped. "It's only me!" Wendy laughed, motioning for Peter to put down the sword. Peter obeyed, hearing the sliding of the metal. Wendy smiled at him, blushing. Peter sat down on a branch, his heart still racing. Peter leaned in for a thimble, but lost his balance, catching him completely off guard, falling to the ground. Wendy giggled, jumping to the jungle floor.
"It's rather dangerous out here being by yourself." Peter smirked, standing up and towering over Wendy. Wendy rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Pirates could attack, or even beasts. Crocodiles don't take to kindly to girls." Peter looked away.
"Peter, I wasn't born yesterday." Wendy smiled. "I know how to defend myself.
"And how is that?" Peter asked, tapping his foot.
"Well, run and scream!" Wendy laughed, looking into the lovely sky. Peter tried not to laugh, yet a loud chuckle escaped his mouth.
"I bet you couldn't even sword fight with a pirate without loosing." He taunted, circling her. Wendy laughed.
"Be realistic. I've lived in London my whole life, where I don't remember any swordplay." Wendy crossed her arms.
"But, you don't remember anything, right?" Peter asked anxiously. Wendy stopped smiling immediately, and it turned into a lonely frown as she gazed off into the distance.
"You're right." She admitted, sitting down on a stump. "I admitted it... so it has to be true."
Peter pulled out his sword and walked over to Wendy. Wendy looked up blankly at him as he flipped around the sword and held it so the handle was facing her, ready for a hand to be around it.
"Go on." Peter insisted mischievously. "You know you want to." Wendy let out a breath of warm air, and still looking into Peter's emerald green eyes, she grabbed the sword. Peter smiled sweetly, and led her up. "Just swoop the sword around in the air, the best form you can do."
Wendy turned white, then red. She smiled; holding in her laughter as she pathetically swung around the sword. Peter rolled his eyes in a joking sort of way and walked behind her, to her back. Wendy looked back at him as Peter wrapped one arm around Wendy's slender waist. His right arm slid over Wendy's right arm, as he placed it around Wendy's hand and the sword. As if viewing it in slow motion, the sunlight blaring all but two youths, Peter waved the sword in the air with swift motion, making Wendy smile.
They practiced for minutes, until Peter parted from Wendy and pulled out another sword. Wendy widened her eyes as he pointed it to her.
"No, Peter! No how! You'll beat me, and you're much better than I!" Wendy stepped back a few steps with bewildered eyes.
"Relax, Wendy." Peter laughed. "I'll go easy on you." Wendy gulped, stepping slowly to Peter. Peter extended his left hand behind him gallantly (as he always does in a battle) and motioned with his open fingers.
Wendy ran to Peter, as Peter ran to Wendy. Their swords met, as the sound of the clash made Wendy feel like a changed girl. They fought strongly, running around trees and such. When they ended up both in blocks, panting, they gazed at each other seriously.
"That was, interesting." Wendy panted. Peter nodded, his mouth dropping open.
"Yeah." He panted. Then, a large horn blew from the Underground Home. It was no ordinary horn blow... it was a danger call.
"Pirates." Peter whispered, zooming into the air. Wendy looked up at Peter with confusion, seeing him fly away in such a hurry.
"PETER? WAIT! WHAT ABOUT ME?" She yelled with the sword still in her hand.
"Go to the fairies and wait for me there!" Peter called behind him. "Don't look back!"
Wendy reflected for a moment, as she usually did then, and ran to the Fairy Forest as fast as she could, following Peter's instructions. A beautiful morning was now turned into Wendy's worst nightmare. Her worries were for her boys, and for her Peter Pan... the boy whom she had met at her window and flew away from him after only minutes. All was lost, she worried.