IMPORTANT! A/N: Okay dear readers, here is the scoop! I am very sorry for
keeping you guys and gals waiting so long for this chapter, when it isn't
even done. You see I am only posting the first part of chapter four right
now because I don't want you guys to lose interest. Don't despair though;
I already have a thousand words for the second part. But there is still
more to write in it. I personally like how it is going and I hope you all
will. And now I present to you...
Chapter 4: The Power of Love
Peter and Wendy arrived at the underground house. Wendy was busy thinking about Twinkletoes and what the fairy had told her; could Twinkletoes possibly know the cause of Peter's mysterious growth? What if Twinkletoes was scheming to trick her into believing that Peter could never love? What if she was just over-reacting; the fairies were friendly with Peter, why not her?
Peter broke the silence that had unknowingly grown, "So... we're back."
Wendy raised her head to meet Peter's gaze, "Mhm," was her response.
"You know," Peter started to say, "Twinkletoes can be a pest sometimes."
"Yes, I suppose she can be." Wendy replied.
"She's one of Tink's friend's too." as Peter said these words, Wendy's ears perked into attention at this revelation, "I'm actually surprised you didn't meet her while you were here before."
"Speaking of Tink, where is she? You didn't bring her with you to pick me up, and I didn't see her when we got here."
"I really don't know where she is," Peter answered, "she said that she would be back soon though. Probably fairy business; those fairies are always up to something. It's probably another orgy."
"Oh, I see." Wendy replied.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wendy pondered the whole day whether or not she should comply with the fairy's command. If she went, she could be led into a trap; since Twinkletoes was Tink's friend, she would've most likely been told by Tink to not like her. Wendy should therefore be cautious of meeting this fairy so late at night. Then again... if she didn't go to meet the fairy that night, she might never find out what was so important about Peter. If in fact Twinkletoes had good intentions after all.
Throughout the day, Peter and Wendy chatted, catching up with each other as they chatted. Peter bragged of his past adventures, Wendy spoke about the Lost Boys, Michael and John. Sometimes a story was told if Peter wished to hear one and Wendy complied. The day was overall fruitful.
The pair went out again some time in the late afternoon to talk with the mermaids. They walked leisurely towards the Mermaids Lagoon, wondering what mysteries and riddles the mermaids would provide them with. The serene water of the lagoon slowly came into view. Wendy had only seen mermaids once a long time ago and couldn't help but be excited. Maybe the mermaids could tell her if she should trust the fairy Twinkletoes.
As she began to think more about speaking with the mermaids, she realized that there was a slight problem; that of which she informed Peter immediately.
"Peter, if we are... that is if I were to speak with the mermaids, how would I know what they are saying? I am not as familiar with their language as you are."
"Yes you are. All you have to do is listen and truly hear them... you won't hear what they are saying, but you will certainly know it."
"Wow...is that it?" with a nod from Peter, Wendy continued to speak, "Mermaids certainly are fascinating."
Indeed the mermaids are a fascinating and mysterious folk; on the contrary, they are also a simple folk. Only children could understand the mermaid's talk. In order for a grown up to understand the mermaids' speech, they would have to believe in magic (mermaids are magical after all!), and even then they would have to truly listen to the mermaid talk that was basic enough for a child to understand. Grownups have a habit for over-analyzing simple things and taking them for something more complicated. They don't believe in magic; so why would such a magical creature have such a straightforward dialect?
Wendy, although sixteen, believed in magic because of her unforgettable experiences in Neverland those four years ago; not to mention the encounter with the mermaids. Wendy, however, couldn't understand the mermaid language before because she had been taught in school of things such as literature, languages and books; as all girls were taught. She therefore had overlooked the simplicity of the mystifying and beautiful language the mermaids used, as any grown up would do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Peter and Wendy arrived at the mermaids' lagoon, anticipating meeting with those fascinating creatures and listening to what they had to say. Mermaids always had wise things to say that were usually in the form of riddles.
The sky was slowly changing into deeper shades of blue; the moon could be seen just to the left of the sky from where the two were standing. Wendy looked over at the still waters of the lagoon, its secrets hidden beneath the glass-like surface in its depths. Moon light illuminated the still waters reflecting images of the bluing sky and the trees that bordered the sides of the lagoon. Wendy was in awe of the beauty of Neverland, 'How did I survive for four years without this place?' she thought.
Wendy could hear Peter talking in the background and decided it was best to listen. However, he had already finished speaking. "What was that, Peter?" Wendy asked.
"I said," Peter began, "There is a big rock over there that we can sit on to speak with the mermaids." He outstretched his arm and pointed to the right of them. Wendy noticed a rather large and flat rock stationed right by the water's edge.
"Yes, that sounds quite lovely," was her reply.
Peter took Wendy's hand as they began their walk towards the big rock. When they had arrived at the flat rock, Peter let go of Wendy's hand to get his pipes to call to the mermaids. Wendy bent over to sweep an area of the rock clean for her to sit upon.
Peter began to play an entrancing song that Wendy felt for certain would interest the mermaids. She sat down on the previously cleaned spot and looked out at the beautiful waters of the lagoon; waiting for the surface to break so she could once again see the mermaids, and this time, speak with them.
Peter continued playing on his pipes trying to call the mermaids to him. It didn't take long before the first head of silver hair appeared above the water.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Steely grey eyes stared directly at the two situated on the flat rock; the submerged head of the curious mermaid slowly came closer and closer to the shore captivated in the song that the familiar boy was playing. The mermaid slightly shifted her line of vision from the boy down to the girl who was currently kneeling at the edge of the rock; leaning over the rim trying to get as close a look as possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wendy diligently watched the mermaid that had been lured by Peter's song glide leisurely towards them. Wendy quickly looked over her shoulder to find Peter behind her, his mouth on the pipes making the enchanting music that pulled the mermaid closer and closer to their location. For a brief moment Peter glanced down to find Wendy looking up at him.
Without changing a note, he quickly smiled and winked then continued playing his pipes.
Wendy turned her attention back to the incoming mermaid. Now there were three mermaids approaching. Peter stepped forward and knelt down next to her, still playing his pipes. When the mermaids had finally arrived at the rock, Peter slowed down the music then stopped playing.
The mermaids, however didn't pay mind to that, they were too interested in the girl and the boy. They began to speak with each other using slightly echoing clicks and chirps. Wendy trued to listen to what they were saying, but nothing came up.
"Peter," she whispered, "I don't understand what they are saying. What am I doing wrong?"
"Wendy, no one will ever know what they are saying to each other. You have to have a question in your mind that they can sense and answer you back; but your question has to be good, they get bored very easily."
"Oh! That's how you do it. Thank you Peter." She whispered back to him.
Peter turned to face his mermaid, staring intently into its eyes; Wendy soon followed suit.
The mermaid stared into Wendy's eyes, boring into her and trying to read her mind. Wendy thought of the question she had been pondering since she had left her room in London. 'How has Peter grown up, and why?' She kept thinking this over and over again until she felt that the mermaid had understood her.
Wendy thought she heard something, but the mermaid appeared to not be making any noise. She continued to focus deeply on the mermaid's eyes; then something came to her. Her eyes widened, what the mermaid had "told" her was only leading her on a treasure hunt:
'Go as said that fairy hath told to; And what you will learn is of the boy That you so question of. Go and know that the power of love will guide you.'
Wendy broke eye contact with the mermaid, now knowing what she had to do. She must go to the fairy tree and meet with Twinkletoes; she does have the answer after all! But how could she go to the tree at night without Peter knowing? And was it safe for her to be outside alone at night? Wendy sat back pondering this then shifted her head to meet Peter's gaze.
"So," Peter began, "did you get your answer alright?" Wendy nodded yes and he continued, "It's getting pretty late then, we should probably go back home. I expect Tink will be there and wondering where I am."
"Of course..." she responded trailing off.
"Wendy, Tink doesn't hate you," he assured her, "She was only jealous; she got over that a while ago though. I don't really know why, but that's what she told me."
Wendy's eyes lit up; Tink could later take her to the tree. "That's wonderful news." She replied, truly happy that the fairy would be kind to her now.
She heard a small splash behind her and turned around. Instead of seeing the mermaids, she saw tiny ripples on the water's surface from where they had been. "I guess they were bored then." Wendy guessed.
Peter smiled and took her hand, "Come on let's go home." He stood up and pulled Wendy to her feet.
A/N: Before anyone asks me, yes, fairies do have orgies and it is true to the Peter Pan book. Check it out for yourselves in J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan in The Little House chapter. So now that that has been said, please leave a review. I get happy when you review, honest ^_^
Chapter 4: The Power of Love
Peter and Wendy arrived at the underground house. Wendy was busy thinking about Twinkletoes and what the fairy had told her; could Twinkletoes possibly know the cause of Peter's mysterious growth? What if Twinkletoes was scheming to trick her into believing that Peter could never love? What if she was just over-reacting; the fairies were friendly with Peter, why not her?
Peter broke the silence that had unknowingly grown, "So... we're back."
Wendy raised her head to meet Peter's gaze, "Mhm," was her response.
"You know," Peter started to say, "Twinkletoes can be a pest sometimes."
"Yes, I suppose she can be." Wendy replied.
"She's one of Tink's friend's too." as Peter said these words, Wendy's ears perked into attention at this revelation, "I'm actually surprised you didn't meet her while you were here before."
"Speaking of Tink, where is she? You didn't bring her with you to pick me up, and I didn't see her when we got here."
"I really don't know where she is," Peter answered, "she said that she would be back soon though. Probably fairy business; those fairies are always up to something. It's probably another orgy."
"Oh, I see." Wendy replied.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wendy pondered the whole day whether or not she should comply with the fairy's command. If she went, she could be led into a trap; since Twinkletoes was Tink's friend, she would've most likely been told by Tink to not like her. Wendy should therefore be cautious of meeting this fairy so late at night. Then again... if she didn't go to meet the fairy that night, she might never find out what was so important about Peter. If in fact Twinkletoes had good intentions after all.
Throughout the day, Peter and Wendy chatted, catching up with each other as they chatted. Peter bragged of his past adventures, Wendy spoke about the Lost Boys, Michael and John. Sometimes a story was told if Peter wished to hear one and Wendy complied. The day was overall fruitful.
The pair went out again some time in the late afternoon to talk with the mermaids. They walked leisurely towards the Mermaids Lagoon, wondering what mysteries and riddles the mermaids would provide them with. The serene water of the lagoon slowly came into view. Wendy had only seen mermaids once a long time ago and couldn't help but be excited. Maybe the mermaids could tell her if she should trust the fairy Twinkletoes.
As she began to think more about speaking with the mermaids, she realized that there was a slight problem; that of which she informed Peter immediately.
"Peter, if we are... that is if I were to speak with the mermaids, how would I know what they are saying? I am not as familiar with their language as you are."
"Yes you are. All you have to do is listen and truly hear them... you won't hear what they are saying, but you will certainly know it."
"Wow...is that it?" with a nod from Peter, Wendy continued to speak, "Mermaids certainly are fascinating."
Indeed the mermaids are a fascinating and mysterious folk; on the contrary, they are also a simple folk. Only children could understand the mermaid's talk. In order for a grown up to understand the mermaids' speech, they would have to believe in magic (mermaids are magical after all!), and even then they would have to truly listen to the mermaid talk that was basic enough for a child to understand. Grownups have a habit for over-analyzing simple things and taking them for something more complicated. They don't believe in magic; so why would such a magical creature have such a straightforward dialect?
Wendy, although sixteen, believed in magic because of her unforgettable experiences in Neverland those four years ago; not to mention the encounter with the mermaids. Wendy, however, couldn't understand the mermaid language before because she had been taught in school of things such as literature, languages and books; as all girls were taught. She therefore had overlooked the simplicity of the mystifying and beautiful language the mermaids used, as any grown up would do.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Peter and Wendy arrived at the mermaids' lagoon, anticipating meeting with those fascinating creatures and listening to what they had to say. Mermaids always had wise things to say that were usually in the form of riddles.
The sky was slowly changing into deeper shades of blue; the moon could be seen just to the left of the sky from where the two were standing. Wendy looked over at the still waters of the lagoon, its secrets hidden beneath the glass-like surface in its depths. Moon light illuminated the still waters reflecting images of the bluing sky and the trees that bordered the sides of the lagoon. Wendy was in awe of the beauty of Neverland, 'How did I survive for four years without this place?' she thought.
Wendy could hear Peter talking in the background and decided it was best to listen. However, he had already finished speaking. "What was that, Peter?" Wendy asked.
"I said," Peter began, "There is a big rock over there that we can sit on to speak with the mermaids." He outstretched his arm and pointed to the right of them. Wendy noticed a rather large and flat rock stationed right by the water's edge.
"Yes, that sounds quite lovely," was her reply.
Peter took Wendy's hand as they began their walk towards the big rock. When they had arrived at the flat rock, Peter let go of Wendy's hand to get his pipes to call to the mermaids. Wendy bent over to sweep an area of the rock clean for her to sit upon.
Peter began to play an entrancing song that Wendy felt for certain would interest the mermaids. She sat down on the previously cleaned spot and looked out at the beautiful waters of the lagoon; waiting for the surface to break so she could once again see the mermaids, and this time, speak with them.
Peter continued playing on his pipes trying to call the mermaids to him. It didn't take long before the first head of silver hair appeared above the water.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Steely grey eyes stared directly at the two situated on the flat rock; the submerged head of the curious mermaid slowly came closer and closer to the shore captivated in the song that the familiar boy was playing. The mermaid slightly shifted her line of vision from the boy down to the girl who was currently kneeling at the edge of the rock; leaning over the rim trying to get as close a look as possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Wendy diligently watched the mermaid that had been lured by Peter's song glide leisurely towards them. Wendy quickly looked over her shoulder to find Peter behind her, his mouth on the pipes making the enchanting music that pulled the mermaid closer and closer to their location. For a brief moment Peter glanced down to find Wendy looking up at him.
Without changing a note, he quickly smiled and winked then continued playing his pipes.
Wendy turned her attention back to the incoming mermaid. Now there were three mermaids approaching. Peter stepped forward and knelt down next to her, still playing his pipes. When the mermaids had finally arrived at the rock, Peter slowed down the music then stopped playing.
The mermaids, however didn't pay mind to that, they were too interested in the girl and the boy. They began to speak with each other using slightly echoing clicks and chirps. Wendy trued to listen to what they were saying, but nothing came up.
"Peter," she whispered, "I don't understand what they are saying. What am I doing wrong?"
"Wendy, no one will ever know what they are saying to each other. You have to have a question in your mind that they can sense and answer you back; but your question has to be good, they get bored very easily."
"Oh! That's how you do it. Thank you Peter." She whispered back to him.
Peter turned to face his mermaid, staring intently into its eyes; Wendy soon followed suit.
The mermaid stared into Wendy's eyes, boring into her and trying to read her mind. Wendy thought of the question she had been pondering since she had left her room in London. 'How has Peter grown up, and why?' She kept thinking this over and over again until she felt that the mermaid had understood her.
Wendy thought she heard something, but the mermaid appeared to not be making any noise. She continued to focus deeply on the mermaid's eyes; then something came to her. Her eyes widened, what the mermaid had "told" her was only leading her on a treasure hunt:
'Go as said that fairy hath told to; And what you will learn is of the boy That you so question of. Go and know that the power of love will guide you.'
Wendy broke eye contact with the mermaid, now knowing what she had to do. She must go to the fairy tree and meet with Twinkletoes; she does have the answer after all! But how could she go to the tree at night without Peter knowing? And was it safe for her to be outside alone at night? Wendy sat back pondering this then shifted her head to meet Peter's gaze.
"So," Peter began, "did you get your answer alright?" Wendy nodded yes and he continued, "It's getting pretty late then, we should probably go back home. I expect Tink will be there and wondering where I am."
"Of course..." she responded trailing off.
"Wendy, Tink doesn't hate you," he assured her, "She was only jealous; she got over that a while ago though. I don't really know why, but that's what she told me."
Wendy's eyes lit up; Tink could later take her to the tree. "That's wonderful news." She replied, truly happy that the fairy would be kind to her now.
She heard a small splash behind her and turned around. Instead of seeing the mermaids, she saw tiny ripples on the water's surface from where they had been. "I guess they were bored then." Wendy guessed.
Peter smiled and took her hand, "Come on let's go home." He stood up and pulled Wendy to her feet.
A/N: Before anyone asks me, yes, fairies do have orgies and it is true to the Peter Pan book. Check it out for yourselves in J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan in The Little House chapter. So now that that has been said, please leave a review. I get happy when you review, honest ^_^