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Wendy first knew something was wrong with Peter, when he slept throughout the entire morning and woke up as pale as a ghost. She tried to talk to him but he just muttered under his breath and continuely ignore her throughout the day. Finally, Wendy went straight over and demanded an explanation for his rudeness.

Peter looked at her with dark circles under his eyes and murmured something, falling onto the floor in a heap.

A few seconds passed and she broke out of her reverie, shaking him, "Peter! O my dear, Peter!" Wendy shouted, "Tootles! Tootles!"

He walked in, grumpy from a nap and asked, "Whhhat?"

"Go get those berry fairies or whatever you call them, Peter's ill!"

Tootles said with a shrug, "Only fairies can get them." Wendy frowned, "Then where is Tinkerbell?" He shrugged again and she let out a moan.

"Pie..." Wendy turned to Peter, who mumbled, "..P-Pipes."

She got up, "Of course, your pipes to summon her!" Wendy blew a few soft notes through the pipes and Tinkerbell appeared instantly, Wendy ordered, "Peter's ill, berries!"

The fairy nodded and for Peter's sake, took off speedily. Wendy said heatedly to Tootles, "Go incapable somewhere else."

He left as Wendy lugged Peter to his bed, he said numbly, "Oighs hwen...ilty." She said, brushing back his sweaty bangs, "I can't understand what your saying Peter."

"Ohigs...lllgerlily and says new moon harvest to Indians," Peter clutched her sleeve, "Tell...her."

Wendy nodded troubled and Tinkerbell burst in, shoving the fairy berries into his mouth. He swallowed them and once more fell unconscious. Wendy got up and called the Lost Boys over, "Peter wants me to go tell a message to the Indians. I don't know when I'm coming back but John, you're in charge while I'm gone."

He said firmly, "No, we're going with you, you'll need protection." They all agreed. Seeing there was no use arguing with them, Wendy let them come along. She turned to Tinkerbell who straightened up, "Take care of Peter. Once he wakes up, alert him of where we are."

Tinkerbell, who was still worried about Peter, nodded absentmindedly.

Wendy walked out into the forests of Neverland valiantly, along side with the Lost Boys and her brothers; who were armed.

They walked through trees and brush, heading straight for the Redskin camp. Nibs and Curly led the way, cutting branches as they went; a sudden warbling sound penetrated the air.

A crowd of Indians hurried around them, wearing furs and colorful paint streaking their blank faces. The only thing that made them odd was all of them had a blue feather sticking in their hair. Wendy stepped forward, head held high, "Red skin Indians, I have a mes-"

One of them took an arrow and pointed towards a direction in the forest, Wendy murmured as they all followed, "Hmm, I guess they're taking us back to their camp." It turns out, the Indians did just that, but for a different reason. The boys and Wendy were tied up securely to a solid tree. Wendy frowned, "Well, this is not what I expected the Redskins to do."

One of the Twins said, "Those aren't the Redskins, they're the Bluefeathers."

Micheal asked, "Bluefeathers?"

The other Twin said darkly, "They're cannibals, they eat human flesh." Nibs said in fear, "I hear, once they capture you, they slice you open and devour your intenstines first." John muttered dryly, "Splendid, I've always want to be eaten alive."

A fat Bluefeather untied Wendy first and roughly constrained her wrists. The boys called to her but she was too paralyzed in fright to scream.

Wendy was throw over a stump and her face banged on the coarse bark, pain enflamed her chin. She saw the shadow of the hachet raise up and Wendy screwed up her eyes; awaiting for the sensation of her neck being severed. Something whizzed past her and hit the executioner, killing him instantly.

She opened her eyes.

Redskins invaded the area, killing the Bluefeathers and letting the Boys go. Standing above the dead body with an arrow protruding from his forehead. . .a young braided girl.

Tigerlily...

There was no mistaking the fierce almost-animalistic glare in her diamond black eyes. Wendy was released, the young Indian girl led everyone back to the Redskin camp. Wendy said to her, "Thank you. Peter has a message...it wasn't quite clear, he told me to say something about a new harvest moon. .?" Tigerlily smiled broadly, nodding, "Oh. Thank you."

Wendy didn't know what she helped with but was glad to have help anyway. Tigerlily spoke to her as they were left alone, "Disappointed you be Wendy-girl."

Wendy frowned puzzled, "Disappointed how?"

Tigerlily simply stated, "I try to warn." She walked away, winking at John who turned the brightest red. Deeply confused, Wendy left with the boys back to the treehouse.

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