FLY LIKE AN EAGLE
No one has ever experienced the real adventure of flying. Not a soul alive, at least that lives on this earth that we know of. Sure, people have ridden in the newly invented planes, parachutes, hanglides, etc. But no one has ever experienced their feet feeling air underneath them, the wind in their hair, and the feeling of weightlessness. No one has ever been able to spin around Big Ben or holding onto the Eifel Tower while doing so. No one before, except Jane Darling-Harrison.
"I feel free!" Jane yelled, extending her arms out to her sides with a bright, beaming smile upon her face as she flew beside Peter at a fast speed. Looking at his sparkling aqua eyes, she wanted to faint. And there, on his lips, had one of the most charming smirks a boy could ever own.
"Just like an eagle, right Jane?" Peter laughed loudly. Jane nodded, her face directed to Peter. After a moment of staring at her, he raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
With a small laugh, the girl shook her head. "No!" Peter let out a laugh as well, as he sped up infront of her.
"Watch this!" He yelled behind her, going to the Tower Bridge and swooping around it in circles. Jane watched in awe, wishing she could do a thing like that.
Catching her off guard, Peter grabbed onto Jane, pulling her with him around the bridge. Yells of excitement arrived, as her grip tightened around Peter's neck. He was carrying her like a groom would carry a bride, or like a mother carrying a newborn. Whichever method you want to use, he carried her in that particular way, though it was not so important.
As the night progressed, Peter held onto Jane as they traveled to the Westminister Abbey and sat on the roof area, watching the cold snow fall ontop of them, and down at the streets far below. The children's feet dangled, as Jane gathered pieces of snow together and threw it in the boy's face, laughing. All Peter did was laugh and deny, throwing small piles of snow back at her.
The sky seemed salted with stars, as they winked at Peter and his new friend. Peter knew that winking was the star's language, the way they spoke to everyone.
"You know, the stars admire you." He pointed out, standing up and holding balance. Jane looked up at him, smiling.
"How do you know what the stars think?" She grunted, crossing her arms as she put her hands on Peter's shoulders as she found her balance on the steep part of a roof. Peter's hands went to her small waist, as he felt her almost topple off. With a whimper, Jane felt Peter bring her up in the sky once more as they headed farther into the atmosphere, past the tallest of buildings until they joined the stars in space.
"They winked at you, saying that they thought you were... well..." Peter hestitated, immediately blushing as they passed some smaller planets. Tinkling of a fretting fairy could be heard.
Jane held Peter's hand as they flew, not comprehending what was coming up in a moment from the passage to Neverland. "They thought I was what?"
He looked at her, shooting through her soul. "Beautiful." Too embarrassed to keep looking at her, he looked away, focussing ahead.
Blushing as well, Jane bit the bottom of her rosy lip. "Beautiful." She repeated. "I'd hardly call myself beautiful."
Still not looking at her, Peter shook his head. "But you are." The sentence was barely audible, as Peter's face became more red. Jane smiled at him, squeesing his hand.
"T-thank you." The girl murmured, still smiling.
Three exact minutes passed, and no talk occurred between the two. Until, Peter's face turned normal again, and he started accelerating in speed. "We're going into the portal now!" He yelled, having to yell for it was hard hearing with the wind blowing past you. "You must hold onto my hand to whatever costs! Got it?"
Jane could only nod her head. "Got it!" She yelled, squeesing onto Peter's hand with fear. She could see the swirling neon colours appear out of nowhere as they started flying faster, and faster, and faster, until her hair was being whipped behind her and she could barely think.
Screams came from both the children, Peter of happiness and excitement, Jane of fear and fright. She could feel her soft hand slip, but she could not see. All she could see was swirling colours that were as bright as fire, yet blue, green, and yellow.
A larger scream came out of her, as her hand slipped. This is the end, she thought, screaming her lungs out. Peter looked tried to look back, gasping. "JANE!" He cried out, searching for a feel of her hand.
Luckily, the portal ended in time. They zoomed into a horizon, smoke and orange ash disappearing behind them as they slowed down, like fuel in a car. The sun was of an old man, blowing cotton candy clouds away from the large, painting of an island.
Waterfalls were seen falling down from the snowy tops of the mountains, as evergreen trees swooped down from the middle to the bottom on one side, while tropical, jungle trees which Jane had only seen in pictures were on the other side. Deserted beaches and caves could also be noticed, coves and reefs. It was breathtaking, as the pink morning sky was bright enough to cheer anyone up from a bad day.
"This is Neverland." Jane cheered, following Peter to a cloud as they bounced on it.
Peter took a piece of the pink clouds off, and chomped on it, gulping it down with no manners at all. After Jane looked at him as he ate, he handed her a piece. "Eat it. It's good." Nodding, she bit down into the clouds, tasting the sugary substance.
"That tastes like cotton candy I had at a fair once!" She commented.
"Just one of the finer luxuries of Neverland." Peter bragged. "I know my way around, I can get you even better things to eat if you wish."
Sitting up, Jane laughed at him. "A feast for the two of us!" She laughed, biting another piece of the cloud off with a merry gesture.
Peter shook his head calmly. "No, we have to share with the boys."
Oh no. Jane completely forgot about the Lost Boys. She never agreed to be their mother, but since Peter had wanted her to be their mother, she gasped quietly. "The Lost Boys? Oh, uh- yes. We shall share with them."
"You have yet to meet them, Jane! Be careful, they're a bit ill mannered." He warned, a sly grin on his features. Jane nodded, a bit afraid.
"I certainly hope they'll admire me." She whispered. Peter paused from his play and watched her.
"They'll love you!" He laughed. "Everyone will!"
So, Jane waited until Peter was ready to finish eating and send her down to meet her new sons. What a wonderful life it would be! It's just.. how come she felt so nervous?
Author's Note: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I know this chapter's shorter than usual, but I wanted to make a whole new chapter about Jane becoming "Mother Jane" (wink wink) It's not the best chapter I've written, but it's her flight to Neverland, so she has to get there somewhere.
No one has ever experienced the real adventure of flying. Not a soul alive, at least that lives on this earth that we know of. Sure, people have ridden in the newly invented planes, parachutes, hanglides, etc. But no one has ever experienced their feet feeling air underneath them, the wind in their hair, and the feeling of weightlessness. No one has ever been able to spin around Big Ben or holding onto the Eifel Tower while doing so. No one before, except Jane Darling-Harrison.
"I feel free!" Jane yelled, extending her arms out to her sides with a bright, beaming smile upon her face as she flew beside Peter at a fast speed. Looking at his sparkling aqua eyes, she wanted to faint. And there, on his lips, had one of the most charming smirks a boy could ever own.
"Just like an eagle, right Jane?" Peter laughed loudly. Jane nodded, her face directed to Peter. After a moment of staring at her, he raised an eyebrow, amused. "What? Do I have something on my face?"
With a small laugh, the girl shook her head. "No!" Peter let out a laugh as well, as he sped up infront of her.
"Watch this!" He yelled behind her, going to the Tower Bridge and swooping around it in circles. Jane watched in awe, wishing she could do a thing like that.
Catching her off guard, Peter grabbed onto Jane, pulling her with him around the bridge. Yells of excitement arrived, as her grip tightened around Peter's neck. He was carrying her like a groom would carry a bride, or like a mother carrying a newborn. Whichever method you want to use, he carried her in that particular way, though it was not so important.
As the night progressed, Peter held onto Jane as they traveled to the Westminister Abbey and sat on the roof area, watching the cold snow fall ontop of them, and down at the streets far below. The children's feet dangled, as Jane gathered pieces of snow together and threw it in the boy's face, laughing. All Peter did was laugh and deny, throwing small piles of snow back at her.
The sky seemed salted with stars, as they winked at Peter and his new friend. Peter knew that winking was the star's language, the way they spoke to everyone.
"You know, the stars admire you." He pointed out, standing up and holding balance. Jane looked up at him, smiling.
"How do you know what the stars think?" She grunted, crossing her arms as she put her hands on Peter's shoulders as she found her balance on the steep part of a roof. Peter's hands went to her small waist, as he felt her almost topple off. With a whimper, Jane felt Peter bring her up in the sky once more as they headed farther into the atmosphere, past the tallest of buildings until they joined the stars in space.
"They winked at you, saying that they thought you were... well..." Peter hestitated, immediately blushing as they passed some smaller planets. Tinkling of a fretting fairy could be heard.
Jane held Peter's hand as they flew, not comprehending what was coming up in a moment from the passage to Neverland. "They thought I was what?"
He looked at her, shooting through her soul. "Beautiful." Too embarrassed to keep looking at her, he looked away, focussing ahead.
Blushing as well, Jane bit the bottom of her rosy lip. "Beautiful." She repeated. "I'd hardly call myself beautiful."
Still not looking at her, Peter shook his head. "But you are." The sentence was barely audible, as Peter's face became more red. Jane smiled at him, squeesing his hand.
"T-thank you." The girl murmured, still smiling.
Three exact minutes passed, and no talk occurred between the two. Until, Peter's face turned normal again, and he started accelerating in speed. "We're going into the portal now!" He yelled, having to yell for it was hard hearing with the wind blowing past you. "You must hold onto my hand to whatever costs! Got it?"
Jane could only nod her head. "Got it!" She yelled, squeesing onto Peter's hand with fear. She could see the swirling neon colours appear out of nowhere as they started flying faster, and faster, and faster, until her hair was being whipped behind her and she could barely think.
Screams came from both the children, Peter of happiness and excitement, Jane of fear and fright. She could feel her soft hand slip, but she could not see. All she could see was swirling colours that were as bright as fire, yet blue, green, and yellow.
A larger scream came out of her, as her hand slipped. This is the end, she thought, screaming her lungs out. Peter looked tried to look back, gasping. "JANE!" He cried out, searching for a feel of her hand.
Luckily, the portal ended in time. They zoomed into a horizon, smoke and orange ash disappearing behind them as they slowed down, like fuel in a car. The sun was of an old man, blowing cotton candy clouds away from the large, painting of an island.
Waterfalls were seen falling down from the snowy tops of the mountains, as evergreen trees swooped down from the middle to the bottom on one side, while tropical, jungle trees which Jane had only seen in pictures were on the other side. Deserted beaches and caves could also be noticed, coves and reefs. It was breathtaking, as the pink morning sky was bright enough to cheer anyone up from a bad day.
"This is Neverland." Jane cheered, following Peter to a cloud as they bounced on it.
Peter took a piece of the pink clouds off, and chomped on it, gulping it down with no manners at all. After Jane looked at him as he ate, he handed her a piece. "Eat it. It's good." Nodding, she bit down into the clouds, tasting the sugary substance.
"That tastes like cotton candy I had at a fair once!" She commented.
"Just one of the finer luxuries of Neverland." Peter bragged. "I know my way around, I can get you even better things to eat if you wish."
Sitting up, Jane laughed at him. "A feast for the two of us!" She laughed, biting another piece of the cloud off with a merry gesture.
Peter shook his head calmly. "No, we have to share with the boys."
Oh no. Jane completely forgot about the Lost Boys. She never agreed to be their mother, but since Peter had wanted her to be their mother, she gasped quietly. "The Lost Boys? Oh, uh- yes. We shall share with them."
"You have yet to meet them, Jane! Be careful, they're a bit ill mannered." He warned, a sly grin on his features. Jane nodded, a bit afraid.
"I certainly hope they'll admire me." She whispered. Peter paused from his play and watched her.
"They'll love you!" He laughed. "Everyone will!"
So, Jane waited until Peter was ready to finish eating and send her down to meet her new sons. What a wonderful life it would be! It's just.. how come she felt so nervous?
Author's Note: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I know this chapter's shorter than usual, but I wanted to make a whole new chapter about Jane becoming "Mother Jane" (wink wink) It's not the best chapter I've written, but it's her flight to Neverland, so she has to get there somewhere.