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Chapter 3: To Hear the Laughter Again
Tink waited for the girl to awaken. She had found some fairies to help bring her to the Oak. Once inside, Tink had tried to clean her off as best she could. Tink practically danced with anticipation. This girl could help. Peter would soon be back. Tears of joy nearly filled her eyes. She heard the branches groan outside. The storm was back. She could hear the pitter patter of the rain drops. In time, it would all be gone. The sun would shine again. Peter was going to come home.
The rustle of feathers caught Tinks attention and she turned to the girls, whose wings were slightly moving. Tink watched as the girls eyes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. Her porcelin white skinned hands came up to her face as she rubbed it. Slowly she stood up and looked around her. Tink gasped when she saw her eyes. They were the bluest, blue she had ever seen. In fact, she was sure she had never seen a blue as beautiful as that. When the girls eyes rested on Tink, her eyes widened and she brought up a hand to her mouth that had dropped open. Tink giggled and flew closer to her. She curtsied and stuck out her tongue for fun. The girl giggled and her eyes seemed to brighten with every coming second. She took her eyes off of Tink for a few moments and gazed around the room. Tink had lit some candles finally and though her long home was a mess, the girl seemed to be as happy as a child learning to fly at the sight of it.
The girls eyes turned back to Tink, and Tink found herself mesmerized by them. She flew up to the girl and finally spoke in her chiming voice. "Hello girl."
The girl smiled and waited patiently for the next words. "I am Tinkerbell. Welcome to Neverland."
Tinkerbell, using hospitately for once, motioned to a bowl of fruit. The girl understood her perfectly and made her way to the bowl where she pulled a few grapes from their vine. The girl couldn't have been more than 13, but she had a way about her that made her seem so.....adult like almost. She walked with a certain grace and held herself proudly. Not to mention she waited patiently for Tinks next words.
Tink waited until the girl had eaten some fruit before she spoke again. "What is your name?"
The girl opened her mouth suddenly and then closed it. She pointed to her mouth and then shook her head. Tink understood sadly. The girl could not speak. She blushed suddenly as if embarrased and her head dropped a notch. Tink wasn't sure why, so looked to brighten her up. "Well, then I shall just have to call you Wings. You have beautiful wings by the way. You must love to fly."
The girl, dubbed by Tink as Wings, nodded her head and her crystal blue eyes brightened a notch. Tink giggled, chimes filling the room, and flew over to land on Wings outstretched hand. Tink sat cross legged on the palm with her wings fluttering every now and then. It was time to get to the serious stuff.
"I have a question to ask you. Considering you came here by yourself, I have a hunch you know about Neverland."
Wings nodded. "So you have heard of Peter Pan?" Tinks voice quavered slightly.
The girl nodded again and suddenly looked around anxiously as if waiting for him to jump out from behind a chair.
"He is not here. He died long ago."
Wings looked at Tink in shock, and to Tinks surprise, she began to cry. The tears streamed down the girls face, but she made not a sound. Tink too could feel the salty wetness of her own tears hit her mouth. "That is why I have a favor. I have been waiting for a long while for someone to come. For we have a chance to bring him back, but I need your help."
Wings, wiped the tears from her face with her free hand and waited for Tinkerbell's next words. "When Peter was killed, his body was thrown into the water. The mermaids then took his body to a cavern under the water. If I can get to his body, I can bring him back. I am too small though to get to the cavern without drowning. I need your help. Once Peter is back, Neverland will once again come back to life. I'm sure you noticed, Neverland is not a cheerful place anymore. Peter and Neverland are connected. Without one, the other suffers. I need your help."
Tinkerbell's little body shook. "I want my friend back."
The girl waited until Tink had calmed down. Tink looked back up to her slowly. Wings watched her for a moment and grinned slowly and nodded. Tink burst into light and flew around the room in a tizzy. She cheered so loudly Wings wouldn't have been surprised if anyone outside could have heard her, fairy or not.
For the next hour, Wings cleaned the seeweed from her hair and washed herself as well as ate something. Then, or the next few days as the candle wax burned down, she rested and listened patiently as Tinkerbell described where the cavern was, what she was to do, and told about the mermaids. When it was near time, Tink decided it would be too dangerous for Wings to try and bring Peter up to the surface while he was dead. So, she had Wings grab a little leather pouch and hold it open while she piled her Dust in it. Then into a tiny bottle, Tink let her tears fall freely into it and then corked it.
The next morning, Tink led Wings to the sea where they hovered high above the water. The wind was blowing ever slightly. A storm was coming. Tink looked to Wings. "You ready?"
She nodded confidently but her hands shook. She hoped she could get to Peter. Tink and Neverland needed him. Even though she didn't know him, she needed him too. He had kept her will to live going while she had been growing up. He had been her hero, though he did not know. She had to bring him back. They all needed him. She made a vow then. Neverland would hear his laughter again. With a sudden burst of new confidence she nodded to Tink and smiled impishly for fun. This was her adventure now.
Tink watched with excitment as the wind picked up and she had to fight against it to stay still. The girl flapped her wings and flew up another 20 feet. Suddenly she pulled into a nose dive and folded her brilliantly, white wings behind her with a last flap that sent her rocketing to the cold water below. Her black hair flew out straight behind her and her feathers rustled. Suddenly with a splash, she dived into the water and the murkiness surrounded her and Tink no longer saw her.
SoaringWings: Thank you so very much for the reviews. They mean lots to me!:)
AngelicPirate: Thanks also for the review. Yes, in due time we will find out what happened to Wendy and everyone.
Chapter 3: To Hear the Laughter Again
Tink waited for the girl to awaken. She had found some fairies to help bring her to the Oak. Once inside, Tink had tried to clean her off as best she could. Tink practically danced with anticipation. This girl could help. Peter would soon be back. Tears of joy nearly filled her eyes. She heard the branches groan outside. The storm was back. She could hear the pitter patter of the rain drops. In time, it would all be gone. The sun would shine again. Peter was going to come home.
The rustle of feathers caught Tinks attention and she turned to the girls, whose wings were slightly moving. Tink watched as the girls eyes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. Her porcelin white skinned hands came up to her face as she rubbed it. Slowly she stood up and looked around her. Tink gasped when she saw her eyes. They were the bluest, blue she had ever seen. In fact, she was sure she had never seen a blue as beautiful as that. When the girls eyes rested on Tink, her eyes widened and she brought up a hand to her mouth that had dropped open. Tink giggled and flew closer to her. She curtsied and stuck out her tongue for fun. The girl giggled and her eyes seemed to brighten with every coming second. She took her eyes off of Tink for a few moments and gazed around the room. Tink had lit some candles finally and though her long home was a mess, the girl seemed to be as happy as a child learning to fly at the sight of it.
The girls eyes turned back to Tink, and Tink found herself mesmerized by them. She flew up to the girl and finally spoke in her chiming voice. "Hello girl."
The girl smiled and waited patiently for the next words. "I am Tinkerbell. Welcome to Neverland."
Tinkerbell, using hospitately for once, motioned to a bowl of fruit. The girl understood her perfectly and made her way to the bowl where she pulled a few grapes from their vine. The girl couldn't have been more than 13, but she had a way about her that made her seem so.....adult like almost. She walked with a certain grace and held herself proudly. Not to mention she waited patiently for Tinks next words.
Tink waited until the girl had eaten some fruit before she spoke again. "What is your name?"
The girl opened her mouth suddenly and then closed it. She pointed to her mouth and then shook her head. Tink understood sadly. The girl could not speak. She blushed suddenly as if embarrased and her head dropped a notch. Tink wasn't sure why, so looked to brighten her up. "Well, then I shall just have to call you Wings. You have beautiful wings by the way. You must love to fly."
The girl, dubbed by Tink as Wings, nodded her head and her crystal blue eyes brightened a notch. Tink giggled, chimes filling the room, and flew over to land on Wings outstretched hand. Tink sat cross legged on the palm with her wings fluttering every now and then. It was time to get to the serious stuff.
"I have a question to ask you. Considering you came here by yourself, I have a hunch you know about Neverland."
Wings nodded. "So you have heard of Peter Pan?" Tinks voice quavered slightly.
The girl nodded again and suddenly looked around anxiously as if waiting for him to jump out from behind a chair.
"He is not here. He died long ago."
Wings looked at Tink in shock, and to Tinks surprise, she began to cry. The tears streamed down the girls face, but she made not a sound. Tink too could feel the salty wetness of her own tears hit her mouth. "That is why I have a favor. I have been waiting for a long while for someone to come. For we have a chance to bring him back, but I need your help."
Wings, wiped the tears from her face with her free hand and waited for Tinkerbell's next words. "When Peter was killed, his body was thrown into the water. The mermaids then took his body to a cavern under the water. If I can get to his body, I can bring him back. I am too small though to get to the cavern without drowning. I need your help. Once Peter is back, Neverland will once again come back to life. I'm sure you noticed, Neverland is not a cheerful place anymore. Peter and Neverland are connected. Without one, the other suffers. I need your help."
Tinkerbell's little body shook. "I want my friend back."
The girl waited until Tink had calmed down. Tink looked back up to her slowly. Wings watched her for a moment and grinned slowly and nodded. Tink burst into light and flew around the room in a tizzy. She cheered so loudly Wings wouldn't have been surprised if anyone outside could have heard her, fairy or not.
For the next hour, Wings cleaned the seeweed from her hair and washed herself as well as ate something. Then, or the next few days as the candle wax burned down, she rested and listened patiently as Tinkerbell described where the cavern was, what she was to do, and told about the mermaids. When it was near time, Tink decided it would be too dangerous for Wings to try and bring Peter up to the surface while he was dead. So, she had Wings grab a little leather pouch and hold it open while she piled her Dust in it. Then into a tiny bottle, Tink let her tears fall freely into it and then corked it.
The next morning, Tink led Wings to the sea where they hovered high above the water. The wind was blowing ever slightly. A storm was coming. Tink looked to Wings. "You ready?"
She nodded confidently but her hands shook. She hoped she could get to Peter. Tink and Neverland needed him. Even though she didn't know him, she needed him too. He had kept her will to live going while she had been growing up. He had been her hero, though he did not know. She had to bring him back. They all needed him. She made a vow then. Neverland would hear his laughter again. With a sudden burst of new confidence she nodded to Tink and smiled impishly for fun. This was her adventure now.
Tink watched with excitment as the wind picked up and she had to fight against it to stay still. The girl flapped her wings and flew up another 20 feet. Suddenly she pulled into a nose dive and folded her brilliantly, white wings behind her with a last flap that sent her rocketing to the cold water below. Her black hair flew out straight behind her and her feathers rustled. Suddenly with a splash, she dived into the water and the murkiness surrounded her and Tink no longer saw her.