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"Come on! Come on!"
The Boys quickly and promptly ran into Wendy's room; standing by her bedside.
Wendy awoke to the sounds of chortles and found them staring at her too close for comfort. She blinked pryingly and gasped as they presented her with food, Slightly spoke up, "John and Micheal said sometimes a lady gets breakfast in bed." Wendy grinned, "It's lovely, thank you. I'm sure it's delicious." She bit into the meat strap, it was a bit salty but good all the same.
Wendy finished eating and they all began playing their own games. She decided to go for a walk, Wendy called out, "Boys, John, Micheal, I'm taking a short walk! When Peter comes back, please inform him!"
They nodded and Wendy stepped out of the treehouse. She sensed something and shivered as goosebumps traveled up her arms. Suddenly, Peter appeared from the sky and landed in front of her.
He opened his mouth to say something when something tiny flew straight to them. It was the teal fairy Ginny, from the Fairy Tree!
She was glowing faintly. Peter gently caught her fallen form and asked, going straight to business, "Fairy, what report do you have for us?" Ginny whispered, a voice emerging instead of a chime, "The Fairy Tree. . .is in danger. We need help."
Wendy gasped as Peter turned to her, "Take her inside and make her comfortable." He turned to Tinkerbell as she hovered down beside him, "Tink, you're coming with me." Wendy said pleadingly, "I want to go with you Peter." Peter shook his head, "No, Tink and I can handle this."
She interrupted, "But -"
He glared, "No. Take care of the fairy."
Wendy closed her mouth dutifully and quickly embraced him. Peter stiffened in alarm.
She let go and whispered, "Be safe." Peter gave her a befuddled glance and flew away; Tinkerbell wrathfully chasing after him. Wendy took Ginny inside and laid her down on a bed of leaves, Ginny gave her a weak smile, "Don't take it personally my dear, he only wants to protect you."
Wendy sighed, looking down, "I guess. Can I get you anything?"
Ginny's wings wavered a moment as she spoke softly, "Some water."
Wendy hastily got some for her and the fairy drank little, but seemed to put her at ease. Ginny said inaudibly, "For having such a caring nature, I shall give you something in return." Wendy disagreed modestly, "No, please -"
The fairy said hushly, "Wendy, it is an honor when a fairy gives a human a wish. It is always a last request." Wendy clammed up and listened as Ginny told her what to do to make the wish. The fairy fell asleep soon after. Peter returned well, saying that the Fairy Tree was now safe. He had a few cuts and Wendy cleaned them thoughtfully.
When everyone was asleep; Wendy snuck out into the night, going by a stream, and sprinkled flower pedals into the moon-lit water.
She spun around and chanted the spell that the fairy had told her:
" One, two, three, four
Dance, for there is no more
Five, six, seven, eight
Now, this spell shall be your fate "
Wendy repeated it over and over. She faltered, "Dizzy..."and fell onto the soft forest ground lifelessly. Ginny appeared tranquilly and sat down beside the comatose girl, she said nonchalantly:
" The one you love shall be yours
Your secret dream will come true
Many years from now, there will be a child
Of beauty and strength, daring and graceful
The soul of a combatant
All of this will come to be
When the time is right "
The fairy kissed Wendy on the face and died, her beautiful light going out as the rays of morning settled over. Several hours of the dawn melted away and Wendy found Ginny's corpse beside her.
There was a small cermony, the Lost Boys buried Ginny and bowed their heads in respect. Wendy clapped a hand over her mouth as tears streaked her face. She felt so sad for this little fairy. Peter said matter-of-factly, "Fairies don't live very long." Wendy threw herself at him and wept, this time he did not freeze up to her touch. She pulled away, startled by his response of holding her back and his azure eyes stared back into hers intently.
"Something has changed."
King Theodore and Queen Rosemary stepped forward, holding each other's hands. The Queen smiled knowingly at both children who began blushing hotly.
The large fairies let go of each other's hands, from them spilled many smooth round stones as a token of sorrow. The King said to Peter, "Thank you for saving us Peter Pan." He bowed elegantly, "Your welcome, your Highness." Queen Rosemary kissed Peter's cheek warmly and he grinned. Wendy suddenly felt a twinge of jealously.
The royals left without another word and evening fell, Peter was handling his pipes inattentively when Wendy abruptly stepped in.
She didn't mean to make such a fuss and tried to ignore his presence as Wendy searched for her sewing thread.. He couldn't help but fall under the spell of her and vice versa. She turned to him, hoping to not sound scared, "Peter, would you..."
Her voice wavered and Wendy finally couldn't resist the forces at work.
She breathed helplessly, not looking at him, "Why is it that I cannot think straight around you?"
He looked at her, feeling just as dependent, "Why is it that my heart races madly at your gaze?"
Wendy automatically brought her arms around his neck, "Why is it that your voice brings shivers down my spine?"
Peter cupped her face with his hands involuntarily, "Why is it that my knees go weak at the scent of your hair?"
His fingers brushed against her rose lips and he snapped out of it, racing out of the room and taking off into the air. Peter escaped into the night and drifted up into the clouds; laying down on his back. He couldn't get his mind off her, what was happening to him? Peter stayed in the billows and ultimately went back to the treehouse; feeling quite out of the ordinary.
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