Teardrop Miracle
As the teardrop fell, Wendy saw the night become brighter and brighter. Wendy wondered if it already was morning, since the seconds her teardrop had last where like hours to her. She turned to the open window and checked that it was still night, though she had had the sensation that it had gotten brighter. She turned back to her pillow and rested her head in there.
She felt like there was something missing, though it was still there, away, but there. She felt like someone had stolen something from her though she still had that stolen thing. She felt like she was in the country and the flowers where missing though she could smell them and see her beautiful colours.
"Don't cry dear, for I am here!" she heard a voice speak.
She looked around quickly and she saw nothing, no one. "I must have gone crazy!" she muttered to herself.
"Now don't say that, dear!" that voice was starting to irritate her. It was the voice of a woman, a woman with a lot of energy.
"Who are you?" she said more to herself than to the room.
"Didn't you call me, sweetheart?" she suddenly saw something. There was a small light floating, like... But it couldn't be Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell had a jingle voice, she didn't even speak English... and Tinkerbell's light was simply yellow – this one had the seven colours of the rainbow and even more. The 'light' stopped in front of her face and then landed in her bed. It was a fairy.
It had got nothing to do with Tinkerbell. She had her grey hair tied in an elegant knot on the top of her head and brown eyes under her glasses. She wore a blue dress, like she was going to a ball. She seemed to have a lot of energy, though she was old.
"Who are you?" Wendy repeated.
"I'm Godmother Fairy."
"Who?"
"You didn't call me, was it, dear? Oh God, this always happens. I don't get paid for flying hours and hours and then do nothing, did you know?" Godmother Fairy seemed to be quite angry though she didn't loose her energy. "Well, goodbye, dear, got more to do... Take this, you might need to contact me." She said, giving Wendy a small blue paper rectangle. It had the picture of a teardrop and it said "Godmother Fairy" in big letters and, in smaller letters, it said "Just a teardrop away".
"Wait!"
"What is it?... No, you're not going to ask me for help, are you? God, this always happens to me! Well, what is it, then?"
Wendy looked at her and answered, "I want to go to Neverland, I have to find Peter Pan!"
"Peter Pan? That means you know Tinkerbell! I'm her godmother, you know. But... whose godmother am I not?" she said energetically. "Well, come now, sweetheart, I'll take you to Neverland. Do you have any happy thoughts left?" Wendy nodded and walked to the window. Soon she felt the pixie dust and then she 'spread her wings and soared'.
Neverland was dark and consumed. It was going to end. There was no way he could get the old Neverland back, as there was no way he could get that Neverland. It would all finish. If Peter died with that hate expression, hating the girl he loved, Neverland would either be worse than Hell or would be burned, vanished like there would be a rubber that could just pass there and make it disappear in a matter of seconds. And in that perfect moment, Peter felt like he was going to die. He was lost in his place, he was lost in himself, he could not see anything but Death. Death, his Death, a person in black robes, with no sight of flesh, bone or skin, a simple mutter calling him to his end. And there was nothing surrounding him except a cloud that would never go away... there was no saviour, just his death.
"What is this? This isn't Neverland!" Wendy yelled at the sad trees and at the hurtful dark roses. It wasn't the Neverland she knew.
"Yes, it is, dear! I never get wrong when I come here." Said Godmother.
"Will you lead me to the Lost Boys' hideout?" maybe Peter would be there and maybe he would explain her what was happening.
"Of course, dear." Said Godmother before something started beeping somewhere near her.
AN: This is chapter 8 and I'm relieved to see that I'm finally posting it. Thanks to my friend Taylor Davy, who was the first to read it. Taylor, you rock and I'm sorry that I didn't write to you in the later days.
Just to let you know – remember that I posted a 'review' saying I was not going to finish this chapter until the end of the week? THAT WAS A BIG LIE. Why? I finished it in that same day... but I'm the laziest girl in the world, so... But now, unfortunately, I had (and am having) some troubles with the computer, which is only good for you, because I'm sending all the chapters TODAY.
THANX TO YA ALL THAT REVIEWED. YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!
As the teardrop fell, Wendy saw the night become brighter and brighter. Wendy wondered if it already was morning, since the seconds her teardrop had last where like hours to her. She turned to the open window and checked that it was still night, though she had had the sensation that it had gotten brighter. She turned back to her pillow and rested her head in there.
She felt like there was something missing, though it was still there, away, but there. She felt like someone had stolen something from her though she still had that stolen thing. She felt like she was in the country and the flowers where missing though she could smell them and see her beautiful colours.
"Don't cry dear, for I am here!" she heard a voice speak.
She looked around quickly and she saw nothing, no one. "I must have gone crazy!" she muttered to herself.
"Now don't say that, dear!" that voice was starting to irritate her. It was the voice of a woman, a woman with a lot of energy.
"Who are you?" she said more to herself than to the room.
"Didn't you call me, sweetheart?" she suddenly saw something. There was a small light floating, like... But it couldn't be Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell had a jingle voice, she didn't even speak English... and Tinkerbell's light was simply yellow – this one had the seven colours of the rainbow and even more. The 'light' stopped in front of her face and then landed in her bed. It was a fairy.
It had got nothing to do with Tinkerbell. She had her grey hair tied in an elegant knot on the top of her head and brown eyes under her glasses. She wore a blue dress, like she was going to a ball. She seemed to have a lot of energy, though she was old.
"Who are you?" Wendy repeated.
"I'm Godmother Fairy."
"Who?"
"You didn't call me, was it, dear? Oh God, this always happens. I don't get paid for flying hours and hours and then do nothing, did you know?" Godmother Fairy seemed to be quite angry though she didn't loose her energy. "Well, goodbye, dear, got more to do... Take this, you might need to contact me." She said, giving Wendy a small blue paper rectangle. It had the picture of a teardrop and it said "Godmother Fairy" in big letters and, in smaller letters, it said "Just a teardrop away".
"Wait!"
"What is it?... No, you're not going to ask me for help, are you? God, this always happens to me! Well, what is it, then?"
Wendy looked at her and answered, "I want to go to Neverland, I have to find Peter Pan!"
"Peter Pan? That means you know Tinkerbell! I'm her godmother, you know. But... whose godmother am I not?" she said energetically. "Well, come now, sweetheart, I'll take you to Neverland. Do you have any happy thoughts left?" Wendy nodded and walked to the window. Soon she felt the pixie dust and then she 'spread her wings and soared'.
Neverland was dark and consumed. It was going to end. There was no way he could get the old Neverland back, as there was no way he could get that Neverland. It would all finish. If Peter died with that hate expression, hating the girl he loved, Neverland would either be worse than Hell or would be burned, vanished like there would be a rubber that could just pass there and make it disappear in a matter of seconds. And in that perfect moment, Peter felt like he was going to die. He was lost in his place, he was lost in himself, he could not see anything but Death. Death, his Death, a person in black robes, with no sight of flesh, bone or skin, a simple mutter calling him to his end. And there was nothing surrounding him except a cloud that would never go away... there was no saviour, just his death.
"What is this? This isn't Neverland!" Wendy yelled at the sad trees and at the hurtful dark roses. It wasn't the Neverland she knew.
"Yes, it is, dear! I never get wrong when I come here." Said Godmother.
"Will you lead me to the Lost Boys' hideout?" maybe Peter would be there and maybe he would explain her what was happening.
"Of course, dear." Said Godmother before something started beeping somewhere near her.
AN: This is chapter 8 and I'm relieved to see that I'm finally posting it. Thanks to my friend Taylor Davy, who was the first to read it. Taylor, you rock and I'm sorry that I didn't write to you in the later days.
Just to let you know – remember that I posted a 'review' saying I was not going to finish this chapter until the end of the week? THAT WAS A BIG LIE. Why? I finished it in that same day... but I'm the laziest girl in the world, so... But now, unfortunately, I had (and am having) some troubles with the computer, which is only good for you, because I'm sending all the chapters TODAY.
THANX TO YA ALL THAT REVIEWED. YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!