Hey everyone. Well (sniff) I have finally reached the end. Oh No! Thank you
so very much for reading. All the reviews meant a lot to me. They really
did. So thanks!!!
The Legend Keeper: I want to sya thank you so very much for going over my chapters! You are so sweet. I'm starting to have another idea for a story as well and I hope that'll work out. Update your story please!!!
AngelicPirate: Thanks for reading....hopefully this chapter will make you feel a little better. :)
Yuki Asao: Yes, I had hoped it would be sad. I'm a sucker for sad stuff. You're lucky I didn't kill Peter too! I thought that might be a little to much though. Thank you for reading and for your reviews!
Butterfly Kisses: Yes, Wendy is still alive. Wahoo! Thank you for reading and reviewing. I love reviews.
Starfall 88: Well, here is the last chapter for you. Thank you for the review....and the drago......might I ask what language drago is from or whatever?
Epilogue
Peter smiled as he watched the scene before him. The Lost Boys were gathered around in a circle at Wendy's feet. She sat in a rocking chair sewing a shirt for Toodles while she told a story. Every single Lost Boy sat silently, their attention grasped with each word he spoke.
Peter shook his head in amazement. They were in a new home very like their old one, under the ground, enter-twined with the roots of a beautiful tree. Things were back to how they use to be. In fact they were better. Wendy was there and she was there to stay. She had given a feminine touch to the home too, what with her love of flowers and such. Thus, every time Peter came to their home he'd bring some flowers for her, and find that she had sewed a new garment or blanket.
Luckily, Tink didn't put up too much of a fuss with the new arrangements and surprisingly became close with Wendy. The room was warm and seemed to glow with the love that lived there. The big table was overflowing with fruits and foods for dinner.
Knowing that Wendy was only half way through her story, Peter decided to go for a night flight. He began to back up from the room and toward the tunnel that would lead him out of the tree. He caught Wendy's eyes and, only pausing slightly in her story, she smiled gently at him. She seemed to nod as if in knowing. Then she started right back into the story, the boys not having a clue of Peter's leave.
Reaching the cool night air, Peter inhaled the honeysuckle scented breeze. With a grin, he ran through the trees and rose up high into the air and, shooting through branches, came out and into the wide open sky. The wind lightly tussled his hair about. He did a flip and then slowly made his way across the island. The trees began to rise up to meet him as he flew towards the mountain.
A dark silhouette began to appear in the darkness and soon, under the light of the stars, showed itself as a huge tree. He flew into it's branches and lightly touched his feet down where all the limbs came together to meet the trunk of the tree. Like many times before, he stepped forward and kneeling, put his hand against one of the thick branches. Beneath his fingertips, he traced the letters gently.
He smiled at the memory. Through the moonlight he could see his own name carved roughly into the bark. It was so messy and untidy that he laughed when he compared it to the other name on the tree. If it were possible, the other name seemed almost angelic within the bark. Almost like it belonged there, unlike his own name which looked slightly foreign on it, oddly enough. His finger tarried on the "C". Looking at it he felt a great sorrow rise up from somewhere in him. The night he had last seen her pierced his memory.
That night so long ago had been chilly, and seemed surreal. That night, he had held her in his arms as her last breath rose into the air. He felt like he had been one with her, until she left him--then he felt as if he had been torn suddenly in half. He had never really experienced anything like it. He'd never watched the viscous grasp of death on someone so dear to him before. In that moment he felt a piece of his heart die. Without even knowing, he had grown up a little bit during the time he had spent with Colleen.
Wendy had unlocked the door to his heart with her love. Her love that she had worn out in the open, never afraid to lose it. Wendy with her fiery spirit that he loved so much.
But Colleen, she had opened the door to so much more. With her, he had felt a change within. He had experienced so many things that he hadn't even known were capable of being felt. Her gentle, silent ways, like a late night's snow. With those eyes of hers speaking wonders in their depths. They had placed a mark upon his heart. One that would stay forever.
He missed her so much it hurt. He felt an empty space. A space that was filled with memories of a girl who had captured his heart when he was alone, and needed someone. Memories that made him smile but also that left a bitter sweetness when he was alone.
Wiping his eyes he rose up into the air, flew through the branches, and into the night sky. The stars glittered back at him, one in particular seeming to shine brighter than the rest. Yes, he missed Colleen something fierce.
He loved Wendy so very much. He was so happy he had her back. He knew without her, Neverland just wouldn't be the same. He loved her with every bit of his heart that he could.
But he knew that, hidden deep into his heart, there was a little space for Colleen, very inconspicuous.
He was so thankful for those few days he had had with Colleen. And for her sacrifice, Colleen had given him a lifetime with Wendy. She had saved them. When Colleen had died Wendy had held his hand and told him something that always helped him through the hard times. His Wendy had said that Colleen was in heaven. Even though she had suffered great pain, it had disappeared and she was with her family now, and laughing beneath the sun. She said that although Colleen was gone, she had left a piece of her behind, for whenever Peter needed her.
He knew this was true. At night he swore he could hear her wings flapping behind him every time he flew, but when he turned around she wasn't there. Then, the wind would pick up and brush past him, and he'd hear the echo of her wings. Yes, Wendy was right. She left a part of her behind in Neverland. Her last words echoed in his head.
We have the stars.
The wind brushed past him suddenly and it was almost as if he could see it's flight up and into the night. With a start he saw the wind carrying something with it. He laughed suddenly when he realized what it was. A white feather spun and twisted within the wind's hold. Floating in the night, he watched it until it disappeared high into the sky. With a wide grin stuck on his face, he cupped his hands together and crowed. In answer the stars sparkled, as if winking at him.
Down below he heard Wendy calling for him. For some reason, he suddenly felt ... complete. Like he was free from the grips of despair. A warmth flooded within him as Wendy called again and then the wind caressed his cheek. Then the little boy came back out in him and he laughed as a rather strong gust of wind pushed him. "All right all right. I'm going."
With that, Peter slowly turned around and flew in a spiral back down to Wendy where the Lost Boys were stuffing their little mouths with food, talking excitedly about the story Wendy had just told them. And as Peter's form disappeared within the trees and laughter echoed up and through the leaves, a certain fairy flew down from the sky, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and smiled mischievously. Neverland was whole once again.
Turn to me with frozen lips Your hands are icy cold Your eyes burn bright against the frost-bit sky You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight Pale on the horizon Like leaves frozen in the snow Our two shadows merge inseparably Will time stand still if it's pierced with cold? The more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love you
There's a warmth in my heart It haunts me when you're gone Mend me to your side and never let go Say 'Time knows nothing, we'll never grow cold' The more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette How soon spring comes How soon spring forgets I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin Old man winter be our friend Old man winter be our friend Cause the more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love, I love you
(What's simple is trueJewel)
The End
The Legend Keeper: I want to sya thank you so very much for going over my chapters! You are so sweet. I'm starting to have another idea for a story as well and I hope that'll work out. Update your story please!!!
AngelicPirate: Thanks for reading....hopefully this chapter will make you feel a little better. :)
Yuki Asao: Yes, I had hoped it would be sad. I'm a sucker for sad stuff. You're lucky I didn't kill Peter too! I thought that might be a little to much though. Thank you for reading and for your reviews!
Butterfly Kisses: Yes, Wendy is still alive. Wahoo! Thank you for reading and reviewing. I love reviews.
Starfall 88: Well, here is the last chapter for you. Thank you for the review....and the drago......might I ask what language drago is from or whatever?
Epilogue
Peter smiled as he watched the scene before him. The Lost Boys were gathered around in a circle at Wendy's feet. She sat in a rocking chair sewing a shirt for Toodles while she told a story. Every single Lost Boy sat silently, their attention grasped with each word he spoke.
Peter shook his head in amazement. They were in a new home very like their old one, under the ground, enter-twined with the roots of a beautiful tree. Things were back to how they use to be. In fact they were better. Wendy was there and she was there to stay. She had given a feminine touch to the home too, what with her love of flowers and such. Thus, every time Peter came to their home he'd bring some flowers for her, and find that she had sewed a new garment or blanket.
Luckily, Tink didn't put up too much of a fuss with the new arrangements and surprisingly became close with Wendy. The room was warm and seemed to glow with the love that lived there. The big table was overflowing with fruits and foods for dinner.
Knowing that Wendy was only half way through her story, Peter decided to go for a night flight. He began to back up from the room and toward the tunnel that would lead him out of the tree. He caught Wendy's eyes and, only pausing slightly in her story, she smiled gently at him. She seemed to nod as if in knowing. Then she started right back into the story, the boys not having a clue of Peter's leave.
Reaching the cool night air, Peter inhaled the honeysuckle scented breeze. With a grin, he ran through the trees and rose up high into the air and, shooting through branches, came out and into the wide open sky. The wind lightly tussled his hair about. He did a flip and then slowly made his way across the island. The trees began to rise up to meet him as he flew towards the mountain.
A dark silhouette began to appear in the darkness and soon, under the light of the stars, showed itself as a huge tree. He flew into it's branches and lightly touched his feet down where all the limbs came together to meet the trunk of the tree. Like many times before, he stepped forward and kneeling, put his hand against one of the thick branches. Beneath his fingertips, he traced the letters gently.
He smiled at the memory. Through the moonlight he could see his own name carved roughly into the bark. It was so messy and untidy that he laughed when he compared it to the other name on the tree. If it were possible, the other name seemed almost angelic within the bark. Almost like it belonged there, unlike his own name which looked slightly foreign on it, oddly enough. His finger tarried on the "C". Looking at it he felt a great sorrow rise up from somewhere in him. The night he had last seen her pierced his memory.
That night so long ago had been chilly, and seemed surreal. That night, he had held her in his arms as her last breath rose into the air. He felt like he had been one with her, until she left him--then he felt as if he had been torn suddenly in half. He had never really experienced anything like it. He'd never watched the viscous grasp of death on someone so dear to him before. In that moment he felt a piece of his heart die. Without even knowing, he had grown up a little bit during the time he had spent with Colleen.
Wendy had unlocked the door to his heart with her love. Her love that she had worn out in the open, never afraid to lose it. Wendy with her fiery spirit that he loved so much.
But Colleen, she had opened the door to so much more. With her, he had felt a change within. He had experienced so many things that he hadn't even known were capable of being felt. Her gentle, silent ways, like a late night's snow. With those eyes of hers speaking wonders in their depths. They had placed a mark upon his heart. One that would stay forever.
He missed her so much it hurt. He felt an empty space. A space that was filled with memories of a girl who had captured his heart when he was alone, and needed someone. Memories that made him smile but also that left a bitter sweetness when he was alone.
Wiping his eyes he rose up into the air, flew through the branches, and into the night sky. The stars glittered back at him, one in particular seeming to shine brighter than the rest. Yes, he missed Colleen something fierce.
He loved Wendy so very much. He was so happy he had her back. He knew without her, Neverland just wouldn't be the same. He loved her with every bit of his heart that he could.
But he knew that, hidden deep into his heart, there was a little space for Colleen, very inconspicuous.
He was so thankful for those few days he had had with Colleen. And for her sacrifice, Colleen had given him a lifetime with Wendy. She had saved them. When Colleen had died Wendy had held his hand and told him something that always helped him through the hard times. His Wendy had said that Colleen was in heaven. Even though she had suffered great pain, it had disappeared and she was with her family now, and laughing beneath the sun. She said that although Colleen was gone, she had left a piece of her behind, for whenever Peter needed her.
He knew this was true. At night he swore he could hear her wings flapping behind him every time he flew, but when he turned around she wasn't there. Then, the wind would pick up and brush past him, and he'd hear the echo of her wings. Yes, Wendy was right. She left a part of her behind in Neverland. Her last words echoed in his head.
We have the stars.
The wind brushed past him suddenly and it was almost as if he could see it's flight up and into the night. With a start he saw the wind carrying something with it. He laughed suddenly when he realized what it was. A white feather spun and twisted within the wind's hold. Floating in the night, he watched it until it disappeared high into the sky. With a wide grin stuck on his face, he cupped his hands together and crowed. In answer the stars sparkled, as if winking at him.
Down below he heard Wendy calling for him. For some reason, he suddenly felt ... complete. Like he was free from the grips of despair. A warmth flooded within him as Wendy called again and then the wind caressed his cheek. Then the little boy came back out in him and he laughed as a rather strong gust of wind pushed him. "All right all right. I'm going."
With that, Peter slowly turned around and flew in a spiral back down to Wendy where the Lost Boys were stuffing their little mouths with food, talking excitedly about the story Wendy had just told them. And as Peter's form disappeared within the trees and laughter echoed up and through the leaves, a certain fairy flew down from the sky, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and smiled mischievously. Neverland was whole once again.
Turn to me with frozen lips Your hands are icy cold Your eyes burn bright against the frost-bit sky You never seemed more lovely than you do tonight Pale on the horizon Like leaves frozen in the snow Our two shadows merge inseparably Will time stand still if it's pierced with cold? The more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love you
There's a warmth in my heart It haunts me when you're gone Mend me to your side and never let go Say 'Time knows nothing, we'll never grow cold' The more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love you
Twilight descends on our silhouette How soon spring comes How soon spring forgets I wanna hold time, say it'll never begin Old man winter be our friend Old man winter be our friend Cause the more I live The more I know What's simple is true I love, I love you
(What's simple is trueJewel)
The End