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Yuki Asao: Yes, you will find out what is the deal with her wings. This chapter gives a tiny bit of a hint as to what is the deal with her, but not much. Do not fret though, we will find out. Thank you so much for reviewing and I hope you like this next chapter.
Chapter 4: A Trail of Tears
It was dark all around her. It was as if all the shadows in the world gathered to this one place. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She was starting to have serious doubts. How would she find the cavern if she couldn't see? All she could do was put her faith in what Tink said. "It's down far."
Her arms started cramping on her with the cold but her wings were still fine. She opened and folded them slowly, so that her body jutted 10 feet deeper into the water with each movement. It looked as if she were flying still. She wasn't sure how long she had been under but knew she needed air quickly. Her chest was seizing up on her and it felt like a vise was gripping her lungs and clenching tighter with each foot she swam. Her body began to shake with the effort.
Suddenly the murkiness began to lessen and she saw a light slowly appear. With a new burst of energy, her wings moved faster. She jutted forward at a new pace. The light brightened and she followed it frantically. She wouldn't last another 15 seconds if she didn't get some air. She followed the light through a tunnel which suddenly took a sudden upward turn. She followed it and flapped her wings as hard as she could, pushing water past her. Her lungs were going to explode.
She burst through the water and into the cavern with a gasp. She grabbed hold of a nearby rock jutting out of the water and closed her eyes. It took her quite awhile to regain her steady breathing. Every inch of her body ached. The freezing water hit her like a thousand knives. She pushed off of the rock and slowly swam to some land. She crawled up the mossy rock slowly and then pulled herself up to a sitting position. Looking around, her mouth dropped in awe. It was beautiful in there. The walls reminded her of a huge geo with blue crystals sparkling back at her. The air had a salty smell to it mixed with the mosses scent on the cavern floor. The water gently splashed up against Stalagmites jutting out of it sharply. She wasn't sure where the light was coming from, but there was an eerie glow about the place that made it seem all the more magical.
Folding in her wings, she stood up and began to make her quiet tread through the tall cavern. She hoped she wouldn't run into any mermaids. So far she hadn't, and hoped she would find Peter soon. Her bare feet made the slightest noise on the wet, slimy moss as she walked. But even the slightest noise of her feet echoed around her slightly. The crystal's seemed to glow as she walked. Her body shook nervously. Water dripped from her hair and down her back. She turned the corner and nearly fell over in her shock.
There on a mossy platform with crystal's surrounding it, lay a body. Her heart slowed slightly realizing she was in no danger. As quiet as a ghost, she tip toed up to it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down upon the form. It was Peter.
She sank to her knees as she stared at him. The youths body was pale with the lack of sun and obviously, lack of life. He was wonderfully shaped with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His clothes consisted of vines and leaves that oddly clashed well with him. His hair was an unruly, dirty blonde that shot out in different directions. His face was well chiseled, but still held the childish roundness to it. She frowned as she looked closer to his cheeks. There was a slight sparkle trailing down them. It was impossible though. The water would have washed his tears away. But still, she would swear it was the trail of dried tears. He seemed to have cried during death.
She finally looked to his chest were a violent gash was. The blood had been washed away but the wound was still open. The gash told a sad story. She took hold of Peter's cold hand and brought it to her cheek. This beautiful boy had been her hero. How anyone could want to kill him made her stomach twist in knots. She made herself ignore it. It didn't matter. Peter would live again. The boy who never grew up would fly once again and Neverland would bloom. She looked to him, tears still pouring from her eyes. She wasn't sure why they kept coming but they did. They rolled onto his limp hand still held to her cheek.
She sniffed and put his hand back to his chest. She wasn't sure how his body had stayed like this for so long, but she had seen many an impossible things in her life and didn't give it a second thought. All she could think of for a possible reason was the mermaids. Speaking of mermaids, she had to get moving. She grabbed the pouch and tube from her leather belt and put it next to Peter. She took the cork from the tube and anxiously slowly poured the tears over Peter's wound. Nothing happened.
Hoping it was just taking awhile to start it's stuff, she moved on to the fairy dust. She put her slim hand in the bag and pulled out a handful. Feeling a little bit silly she mouthed the words Tink wanted her to say. She supposed Tink had forgotten she couldn't speak. But she mouthed them anyways and put all her heart into the thought. Closing her eyes she blew the fairy dust onto Peter all the while the words echoed through her mind. "To live would be an awfly big adventure Peter."
She heard the dust make it's musical descent onto him and opened her eyes slowly. She looked to Peter. He looked the same. She put her head to his chest. No pulse. How could this be? She must have failed. Admitting defeat she put her hands to her face and began to cry. She had failed. Her body jerked with her silent tears. When she had escaped her nightmare, she had promised herself she would live the rest of her life without being told of her faults, or making mistakes, or having people rub her failures in her face. It was just like old times again. Maybe her creators had been speaking the truth. She was a big mistake.
A splash brought her head back up. Then more sounded followed by a gurgling noise. It was the mermaids. She was trapped. She looked around her but the only way out was right toward the noises coming closer. She turned back to Peter. She wasn't going to give up. If this was her end, she wasn't going to meet it without trying to beat it. She had been designed to give her all, and her all was pretty impressive.
She was extremely strong for her age and so she took hold of Peter in her arms. She staggered a bit under his weight but steadied herself. A glimmer caught her eye. A mermaid crawled around the corner and when the mermaid saw her, she screamed and others soon followed her. This was so not how she had imagined mermaids. Their skin was a glistening blue/green color. Their hands were webbed and parts of their bodies were scaled. They had dark hair that was plastered onto their wet bodies. Their black beady eyes looked at her with hate and with such evil, she almost dropped Peter. Suddenly they all screamed, their cries echoeing violently against the walls. Then they lunged in her direction.
Without second thought, her wings unfolded and she ran at them and took to the air within four steps. Her wings beat to a steady rhythm. Her wings pushing against the air, echoed around the room along with the cries of the mermaids. As she flew over the mermaids she kicked one, but as she did, another reached up with it's clawed hand and sliced her calve. She cried out but kept flying. Another leapt up and tried to grab Peter but she turned in the air and hit her with her wing. The mermaid hit the wall and didn't get up. Her wings kept clipping the walls,so she closed them a bit and shot out into the opening into the cavern with all the water. She looked behind her and noticed the mermaids, though without legs, moved rather quick on land. Without a second thought, she tightened her grip on Peter and dove into the water.
She beat her wings and zoomed through the tunnel faster than when she had come in. She came out of the tunnel and all light dissapeared. A streak of light far above caught her eye though. Wrapping her right arm around Peter's chest, she stuck out her left arm and brushed it through the water along with her wings beating and legs kicking, trying to pull them to the surface. Her adrenaline seemed to be declining though and her pace became slow what with her pulling Peter's weight as well. She heard a peculiar clicking behind her and her heart picked up it's pace again. The mermaids were hard on her tail. She knew she was close to the surface when the water started to turn violent. It looked as if the storm had come. Not so good for her. The mermaids had flippers and such to propell them speedily through the water.
The clicking became louder and she knew they were right behind her. A familiar pain in her chest began to become more noticable. She needed air. Suddenly the surface seemed far away. With a jerk, a sharp hand wrapped itself around her ankle. She couldn't see anything. As if on que, a flash of lightning from above lit the water. The glowing eyes of the mermaids bared up at her, fangs bared. She screamed, but only bubbles shot from her mouth. She looked back up to the surface as she tried beating her wings faster. But soon they began to stop. Her chest was on fire.
She paniced and with every last inch of strength she had left, kicked out her leg. The grip from her ankle released and she finally gave up. She had no more strength. Her grasp on Peter let go and he seemed to be pulled from her in the darkness and her eyes began to close. She saw a bright light but it slowly began to fade with her closing eyes. She heard a torrent of clickings suddenly below her. As at last, her eyes closed. She felt a strong arm wrap itself around her waist and she felt herself rise to the surface as all turned black.
I have no idea how or what the mermaids are suppose to look like or anything so I am just going off on what I think and stuff. So if you're not happy with the mermaids...sorry.....but I'm not going to do anything about it.:) Hope you liked it.
Yuki Asao: Yes, you will find out what is the deal with her wings. This chapter gives a tiny bit of a hint as to what is the deal with her, but not much. Do not fret though, we will find out. Thank you so much for reviewing and I hope you like this next chapter.
Chapter 4: A Trail of Tears
It was dark all around her. It was as if all the shadows in the world gathered to this one place. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She was starting to have serious doubts. How would she find the cavern if she couldn't see? All she could do was put her faith in what Tink said. "It's down far."
Her arms started cramping on her with the cold but her wings were still fine. She opened and folded them slowly, so that her body jutted 10 feet deeper into the water with each movement. It looked as if she were flying still. She wasn't sure how long she had been under but knew she needed air quickly. Her chest was seizing up on her and it felt like a vise was gripping her lungs and clenching tighter with each foot she swam. Her body began to shake with the effort.
Suddenly the murkiness began to lessen and she saw a light slowly appear. With a new burst of energy, her wings moved faster. She jutted forward at a new pace. The light brightened and she followed it frantically. She wouldn't last another 15 seconds if she didn't get some air. She followed the light through a tunnel which suddenly took a sudden upward turn. She followed it and flapped her wings as hard as she could, pushing water past her. Her lungs were going to explode.
She burst through the water and into the cavern with a gasp. She grabbed hold of a nearby rock jutting out of the water and closed her eyes. It took her quite awhile to regain her steady breathing. Every inch of her body ached. The freezing water hit her like a thousand knives. She pushed off of the rock and slowly swam to some land. She crawled up the mossy rock slowly and then pulled herself up to a sitting position. Looking around, her mouth dropped in awe. It was beautiful in there. The walls reminded her of a huge geo with blue crystals sparkling back at her. The air had a salty smell to it mixed with the mosses scent on the cavern floor. The water gently splashed up against Stalagmites jutting out of it sharply. She wasn't sure where the light was coming from, but there was an eerie glow about the place that made it seem all the more magical.
Folding in her wings, she stood up and began to make her quiet tread through the tall cavern. She hoped she wouldn't run into any mermaids. So far she hadn't, and hoped she would find Peter soon. Her bare feet made the slightest noise on the wet, slimy moss as she walked. But even the slightest noise of her feet echoed around her slightly. The crystal's seemed to glow as she walked. Her body shook nervously. Water dripped from her hair and down her back. She turned the corner and nearly fell over in her shock.
There on a mossy platform with crystal's surrounding it, lay a body. Her heart slowed slightly realizing she was in no danger. As quiet as a ghost, she tip toed up to it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked down upon the form. It was Peter.
She sank to her knees as she stared at him. The youths body was pale with the lack of sun and obviously, lack of life. He was wonderfully shaped with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His clothes consisted of vines and leaves that oddly clashed well with him. His hair was an unruly, dirty blonde that shot out in different directions. His face was well chiseled, but still held the childish roundness to it. She frowned as she looked closer to his cheeks. There was a slight sparkle trailing down them. It was impossible though. The water would have washed his tears away. But still, she would swear it was the trail of dried tears. He seemed to have cried during death.
She finally looked to his chest were a violent gash was. The blood had been washed away but the wound was still open. The gash told a sad story. She took hold of Peter's cold hand and brought it to her cheek. This beautiful boy had been her hero. How anyone could want to kill him made her stomach twist in knots. She made herself ignore it. It didn't matter. Peter would live again. The boy who never grew up would fly once again and Neverland would bloom. She looked to him, tears still pouring from her eyes. She wasn't sure why they kept coming but they did. They rolled onto his limp hand still held to her cheek.
She sniffed and put his hand back to his chest. She wasn't sure how his body had stayed like this for so long, but she had seen many an impossible things in her life and didn't give it a second thought. All she could think of for a possible reason was the mermaids. Speaking of mermaids, she had to get moving. She grabbed the pouch and tube from her leather belt and put it next to Peter. She took the cork from the tube and anxiously slowly poured the tears over Peter's wound. Nothing happened.
Hoping it was just taking awhile to start it's stuff, she moved on to the fairy dust. She put her slim hand in the bag and pulled out a handful. Feeling a little bit silly she mouthed the words Tink wanted her to say. She supposed Tink had forgotten she couldn't speak. But she mouthed them anyways and put all her heart into the thought. Closing her eyes she blew the fairy dust onto Peter all the while the words echoed through her mind. "To live would be an awfly big adventure Peter."
She heard the dust make it's musical descent onto him and opened her eyes slowly. She looked to Peter. He looked the same. She put her head to his chest. No pulse. How could this be? She must have failed. Admitting defeat she put her hands to her face and began to cry. She had failed. Her body jerked with her silent tears. When she had escaped her nightmare, she had promised herself she would live the rest of her life without being told of her faults, or making mistakes, or having people rub her failures in her face. It was just like old times again. Maybe her creators had been speaking the truth. She was a big mistake.
A splash brought her head back up. Then more sounded followed by a gurgling noise. It was the mermaids. She was trapped. She looked around her but the only way out was right toward the noises coming closer. She turned back to Peter. She wasn't going to give up. If this was her end, she wasn't going to meet it without trying to beat it. She had been designed to give her all, and her all was pretty impressive.
She was extremely strong for her age and so she took hold of Peter in her arms. She staggered a bit under his weight but steadied herself. A glimmer caught her eye. A mermaid crawled around the corner and when the mermaid saw her, she screamed and others soon followed her. This was so not how she had imagined mermaids. Their skin was a glistening blue/green color. Their hands were webbed and parts of their bodies were scaled. They had dark hair that was plastered onto their wet bodies. Their black beady eyes looked at her with hate and with such evil, she almost dropped Peter. Suddenly they all screamed, their cries echoeing violently against the walls. Then they lunged in her direction.
Without second thought, her wings unfolded and she ran at them and took to the air within four steps. Her wings beat to a steady rhythm. Her wings pushing against the air, echoed around the room along with the cries of the mermaids. As she flew over the mermaids she kicked one, but as she did, another reached up with it's clawed hand and sliced her calve. She cried out but kept flying. Another leapt up and tried to grab Peter but she turned in the air and hit her with her wing. The mermaid hit the wall and didn't get up. Her wings kept clipping the walls,so she closed them a bit and shot out into the opening into the cavern with all the water. She looked behind her and noticed the mermaids, though without legs, moved rather quick on land. Without a second thought, she tightened her grip on Peter and dove into the water.
She beat her wings and zoomed through the tunnel faster than when she had come in. She came out of the tunnel and all light dissapeared. A streak of light far above caught her eye though. Wrapping her right arm around Peter's chest, she stuck out her left arm and brushed it through the water along with her wings beating and legs kicking, trying to pull them to the surface. Her adrenaline seemed to be declining though and her pace became slow what with her pulling Peter's weight as well. She heard a peculiar clicking behind her and her heart picked up it's pace again. The mermaids were hard on her tail. She knew she was close to the surface when the water started to turn violent. It looked as if the storm had come. Not so good for her. The mermaids had flippers and such to propell them speedily through the water.
The clicking became louder and she knew they were right behind her. A familiar pain in her chest began to become more noticable. She needed air. Suddenly the surface seemed far away. With a jerk, a sharp hand wrapped itself around her ankle. She couldn't see anything. As if on que, a flash of lightning from above lit the water. The glowing eyes of the mermaids bared up at her, fangs bared. She screamed, but only bubbles shot from her mouth. She looked back up to the surface as she tried beating her wings faster. But soon they began to stop. Her chest was on fire.
She paniced and with every last inch of strength she had left, kicked out her leg. The grip from her ankle released and she finally gave up. She had no more strength. Her grasp on Peter let go and he seemed to be pulled from her in the darkness and her eyes began to close. She saw a bright light but it slowly began to fade with her closing eyes. She heard a torrent of clickings suddenly below her. As at last, her eyes closed. She felt a strong arm wrap itself around her waist and she felt herself rise to the surface as all turned black.
I have no idea how or what the mermaids are suppose to look like or anything so I am just going off on what I think and stuff. So if you're not happy with the mermaids...sorry.....but I'm not going to do anything about it.:) Hope you liked it.