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The next day when Wendy awoke her heart was leaden with disappointment and grief; she was still in London, not where she wished, hoped, dreamed to be...Neverland. Her room seemed strangely quiet without the usual din made by the boys first thing in the morning...she didn't like it...the silence seemed to press into her; pounding oddly in her head. She got up and crossed over to her dressing table, which Aunt Millicent had adorned with little bottles and pots; obviously beauty products...Wendy looked at them somewhat warily, she was back barely two days and already new, unfamiliar things were being thrown at her.
Still clad only in her nightgown Wendy crossed over to the still open window, leaning out, breathing in the cool morning air. Suddenly her eyes focused on something lying on the windowsill, flapping in the breeze; she bent over for a closer look, comprehension dawning in her sharp blue eyes as she snatched it up, lest it should blow away. To anyone who did not care to give the thing a second glance it merely appeared to be an ordinary green leaf, but Wendy knew better, she recognised the deep, rich emerald leaf to be one of Neverland's. She held it close to her face, inhaling the sweet, fresh aroma it brought of the sea air, the scent of a tropical forest – the scent of magic... "Peter was here...last night..." Wendy murmured, for she was sure the leaf had not been there yesterday. Her eyes lightened with joy and for the first time since her return her smile was genuine, but then a frown creased her delicate features, "Peter was here...so why did he not speak to me...let me know?" She stood deep in thought for several moments before her face darkened in determination, "He came last night...he will come tonight...and I will wait for him..."
Wendy walked across the room to stand in front of the gilded mirror, feeling gloriously light and high spirited. She gazed at her face thoughtfully, it still held her childish, girlish features, but it was not the face of a child, no more was it the face of a young woman, it's features were somehow in between; her chin with it's small kiss and her full rose lips were those of a young woman. However, her round flushed cheeks and enticing blue eyes full of laughter were those of a child. She picked up a brush and absent-mindedly pulled it through her wavy hair, making it sheen in the early morning sunlight.
The knowledge that, with any luck, she would soon have contact with Peter again, was enough to let Wendy skip merrily down the stairs that morning, much like she used to. As she burst through the dining room door she called out a cheery "Good morning" to anyone within hearing. Her mother glanced up briefly, a smile lighting up her lovely face at Wendy's obvious change of mood. "Good morning darling, did you sleep well? Your new room was fine?" Wendy's father raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing as Wendy unexpectedly put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Oh yes," Wendy said, nodding fervently, "My room was wonderful."
George placed his hands on the table and surveyed his only daughter, "Well, I must say; this is a pleasant change of attitude Wendy, I'm glad you've managed to cheer yourself up." Wendy's sapphire eyes sparkled mysteriously, she smiled inwardly, "Yes, I am happier; but they could never guess why..." she thought gleefully. The uncanny silence suddenly caught her attention, "Where are all the boys?" she asked, puzzled. Mary grinned ruefully, "They're all outside...still in their pyjamas...little horrors," Wendy giggled and made towards the back door, "Wendy? Aren't you forgetting something..." her father raised his eyebrows at her. Wendy stared at him perplexed, then her lips tightened as she glanced down at her nightgown, she looked fixedly at the ground as she answered, "Oh of course, I'll go and get dressed..."
"Don't be silly," she told herself firmly as the kitchen door thudded somewhat harshly behind her, mocking her, "of course I shouldn't go outside wearing my nightgown, there's absolutely no reason to get upset over something so ridiculous..." But as Wendy ascended the staircase, another unwelcome thought entered her head, "He never used to mind...on holidays and at weekends I would always join John and Michael outside before getting dressed...just for fun..."
Wendy came to an abrupt stop halfway up the stairs; she paused, with the irrational illusion of being suspended in time...it seemed as if the world had halted...would this be the last ever morning she walked up the stairs? A sickening sense of nostalgia threatened to overpower her as she clutched at the railing...if she left with Peter would she ever see her beloved parents again...tears filled her eyes...John and Michael...but then her back stiffened as she came to a decision...her stance straightened and her eyes, which had been shadowed with sudden doubt, once again became a clear blue...yes; she did have wonderful memories here, memories which she would always, always cherish...but her future was with Peter and she knew that if she stayed here, letting others rule her life, she would never forgive herself.
Ignoring all the fancy, lavish gowns, which had mysteriously appeared in her wardrobe, courtesy of Aunt Millicent, Wendy chose a simple cobalt blue frock, which allowed her natural beauty to radiate through, she did not tie back her hair; allowing it to hang loose in glossy waves, unconsciously defying all attempts to turn her into a young woman.
When she was clothed she did not, to her surprise, join her brother's outside. Instead, she crossed the room and stood in front of her dressing table on which sat her much loved music box, she slowly reached out a hand to gently touch the pretty box, festooned with little pictures of white swans in an azure blue ocean. She traced her long, pale fingers over the patterns and swirls on the box, before tenderly opening it and allowing the tune to softly play. As the music gradually filled the room Wendy slowly walked over to stand beside the window. As she allowed the haunting melody to wash over her she realized why the song sounded so familiar...it was the same song that had played as she and Peter danced in the forest with the fairies...the magic of that night encased her and she was struck with a sudden ardent longing for the boy who had haunted her dreams and thoughts ever since she had left him.
As the evocative music sheathed her in it's poignant tune Wendy gazed out of the window, towards the place in the vivid blue sky where she knew Peter's star lay. She clasped her hands together in front of her trembling body...as she thought fretfully, "Whatever will tonight bring..."
Well...that's chapter 4 finished!! Sorry I took a few days to update but I've been pretty busy lately! Please keep reviewing – even one really makes my day : )
The next day when Wendy awoke her heart was leaden with disappointment and grief; she was still in London, not where she wished, hoped, dreamed to be...Neverland. Her room seemed strangely quiet without the usual din made by the boys first thing in the morning...she didn't like it...the silence seemed to press into her; pounding oddly in her head. She got up and crossed over to her dressing table, which Aunt Millicent had adorned with little bottles and pots; obviously beauty products...Wendy looked at them somewhat warily, she was back barely two days and already new, unfamiliar things were being thrown at her.
Still clad only in her nightgown Wendy crossed over to the still open window, leaning out, breathing in the cool morning air. Suddenly her eyes focused on something lying on the windowsill, flapping in the breeze; she bent over for a closer look, comprehension dawning in her sharp blue eyes as she snatched it up, lest it should blow away. To anyone who did not care to give the thing a second glance it merely appeared to be an ordinary green leaf, but Wendy knew better, she recognised the deep, rich emerald leaf to be one of Neverland's. She held it close to her face, inhaling the sweet, fresh aroma it brought of the sea air, the scent of a tropical forest – the scent of magic... "Peter was here...last night..." Wendy murmured, for she was sure the leaf had not been there yesterday. Her eyes lightened with joy and for the first time since her return her smile was genuine, but then a frown creased her delicate features, "Peter was here...so why did he not speak to me...let me know?" She stood deep in thought for several moments before her face darkened in determination, "He came last night...he will come tonight...and I will wait for him..."
Wendy walked across the room to stand in front of the gilded mirror, feeling gloriously light and high spirited. She gazed at her face thoughtfully, it still held her childish, girlish features, but it was not the face of a child, no more was it the face of a young woman, it's features were somehow in between; her chin with it's small kiss and her full rose lips were those of a young woman. However, her round flushed cheeks and enticing blue eyes full of laughter were those of a child. She picked up a brush and absent-mindedly pulled it through her wavy hair, making it sheen in the early morning sunlight.
The knowledge that, with any luck, she would soon have contact with Peter again, was enough to let Wendy skip merrily down the stairs that morning, much like she used to. As she burst through the dining room door she called out a cheery "Good morning" to anyone within hearing. Her mother glanced up briefly, a smile lighting up her lovely face at Wendy's obvious change of mood. "Good morning darling, did you sleep well? Your new room was fine?" Wendy's father raised his eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing as Wendy unexpectedly put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Oh yes," Wendy said, nodding fervently, "My room was wonderful."
George placed his hands on the table and surveyed his only daughter, "Well, I must say; this is a pleasant change of attitude Wendy, I'm glad you've managed to cheer yourself up." Wendy's sapphire eyes sparkled mysteriously, she smiled inwardly, "Yes, I am happier; but they could never guess why..." she thought gleefully. The uncanny silence suddenly caught her attention, "Where are all the boys?" she asked, puzzled. Mary grinned ruefully, "They're all outside...still in their pyjamas...little horrors," Wendy giggled and made towards the back door, "Wendy? Aren't you forgetting something..." her father raised his eyebrows at her. Wendy stared at him perplexed, then her lips tightened as she glanced down at her nightgown, she looked fixedly at the ground as she answered, "Oh of course, I'll go and get dressed..."
"Don't be silly," she told herself firmly as the kitchen door thudded somewhat harshly behind her, mocking her, "of course I shouldn't go outside wearing my nightgown, there's absolutely no reason to get upset over something so ridiculous..." But as Wendy ascended the staircase, another unwelcome thought entered her head, "He never used to mind...on holidays and at weekends I would always join John and Michael outside before getting dressed...just for fun..."
Wendy came to an abrupt stop halfway up the stairs; she paused, with the irrational illusion of being suspended in time...it seemed as if the world had halted...would this be the last ever morning she walked up the stairs? A sickening sense of nostalgia threatened to overpower her as she clutched at the railing...if she left with Peter would she ever see her beloved parents again...tears filled her eyes...John and Michael...but then her back stiffened as she came to a decision...her stance straightened and her eyes, which had been shadowed with sudden doubt, once again became a clear blue...yes; she did have wonderful memories here, memories which she would always, always cherish...but her future was with Peter and she knew that if she stayed here, letting others rule her life, she would never forgive herself.
Ignoring all the fancy, lavish gowns, which had mysteriously appeared in her wardrobe, courtesy of Aunt Millicent, Wendy chose a simple cobalt blue frock, which allowed her natural beauty to radiate through, she did not tie back her hair; allowing it to hang loose in glossy waves, unconsciously defying all attempts to turn her into a young woman.
When she was clothed she did not, to her surprise, join her brother's outside. Instead, she crossed the room and stood in front of her dressing table on which sat her much loved music box, she slowly reached out a hand to gently touch the pretty box, festooned with little pictures of white swans in an azure blue ocean. She traced her long, pale fingers over the patterns and swirls on the box, before tenderly opening it and allowing the tune to softly play. As the music gradually filled the room Wendy slowly walked over to stand beside the window. As she allowed the haunting melody to wash over her she realized why the song sounded so familiar...it was the same song that had played as she and Peter danced in the forest with the fairies...the magic of that night encased her and she was struck with a sudden ardent longing for the boy who had haunted her dreams and thoughts ever since she had left him.
As the evocative music sheathed her in it's poignant tune Wendy gazed out of the window, towards the place in the vivid blue sky where she knew Peter's star lay. She clasped her hands together in front of her trembling body...as she thought fretfully, "Whatever will tonight bring..."
Well...that's chapter 4 finished!! Sorry I took a few days to update but I've been pretty busy lately! Please keep reviewing – even one really makes my day : )