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Author's note: I'm beginning to have so much fun writing this story even though it's early on in the story. The play that Wendy is to attend won't be revealed yet and Ms. Blooms will be more important then just a teacher. I really enjoyed writing the last part of this chapter. Thanks for your reviews, hope you reviewers and readers are entertained. I have read some of your stories and they were excellent. I'm saying this because I mean it.
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Chapter 3 Rising Tides
"How wonderful Wendy!" exclaimed a lovely lady. No words could describe her, she was the closest to perfection with delicate features, warm hazel eyes and a sweet mocking mouth. She was Mrs. Darling, one of the most elegant and defined woman in all on London. But she had one fault.
"Thank you mother," thanked Wendy, "Do you think father would approve for letting me go to the play with Preston?"
"I'm sure he will approve," insisted Mrs. Darling who was now walking towards Wendy sitting next to her on the foot of Wendy's bed. "Your father will give in and your Aunt Millicent will greatly approve since Preston comes from a wealthy background.
They were in Wendy's room which had once been the nursery. Since John, Michael, and the lost boys were to old for toys, they moved in different rooms that were added on to the Darling's residence. Wendy's old bed had been replace to a queen size bed but with much wanting, the bedpost had a exquisite carved heart at the foot of the bed.
And there was the balcony window, wide open of the cool air flowing in. It was still night, the once dull stars now shined brighter then ever before. One in particular.
Wendy smile at her mother and got up from the bed walking to her window. She was staring off into the distance and her smiling was replaced with a frown.
"Mother, I miss the feel of the salty sea and how the sunset reflected across the crystal blue green waters." said Wendy.
"Dear, what are you talking about? You haven't seen the ocean since you were a little baby." replied Mrs. Darling, a look of small confusion appeared on her lovely face. A face that Wendy was taking after and ever so more.
"Oh, but mother I have seen the endless sea and watching the waves crash upon the rocks, and there in the harbor a dangerously grand ship," said Wendy excitedly, "It is so vivid in my mind."
Mrs. Darling was silent not responding to Wendy's last comment.
"Mother, earlier today I swear I saw him, Peter Pan. He was almost covered in a hooded coat. And when I chased after him, he… he was gone," cried Wendy, "I miss him terribly."
"My sweet Wendy, I think when you miss someone so badly is that you wish so hard for them back and then you eventually think you see them. Your imagination starts to build up around your hope and dreams and then you start seeing things or people that you long for," explained Mrs. Darling. She was studying her daughter closely.
Wendy turned away from the window and gazed upon her mother. There was tears forming and Wendy's eyes. Mrs. Darling instantly noticed the sad tears and was about to soothe her daughter but then there was a knock at the door.
Mrs. Darling sighed and granted, "You may come in."
At tall man opened the door and briskly came in with business attire, a black suite that covered a plain white collared shirt. He was a distinguished man now ever since he bared the responsibility of having five more kids whom he adopted. He wore his jet black hair slicked back professionally and had deep calculating blue eyes and was covered by brimmed glasses. Yet though, there was still awkwardness by the way he walked.
"I hope I wasn't interrupting anything," said the man glancing at the two ladies whom he was most proud of.
"No, you weren't George, everything is fine dear," answered Mrs. Darling with her calmed voice.
Wendy was a bit annoyed though by the intrusion and went back to staring out the window.
"George…" hinted Mrs. Darling who was giving her husband the eye.
"Oh yes," chuckled Mr. Darling awkwardly. "Wendy, what is this I hear about a boy asking you to go to a play?"
Wendy did not respond for sure had drifted into her thoughts.
"Why George, you remember Preston don't you? We met him and his family at their charity ball. He was the young gentleman whom you complemented on how well behaved he was for a person his age," added Mrs. Darling.
"I do remember now. Alright, you may go but I have to see him before you leave together and an adult will be chaperoning you two," stated Mr. Darling.
Oddly though, Wendy didn't argue.
"You're chaperon is going to be Ms. Blooms," continued Mr. Darling.
Wendy whirled around to meet her father's deep eyes. "My teacher? That lady despises me father. It would be so dreadful for Preston and I to have her watching us like a hawk," said Wendy in an angry tone.
"It already has been decided. When your mother told me about Preston and the play I was not going to allow you to go at all. Your mother and I were at my office when a report came to me pertaining to you," said Mr. Darling.
Wendy gulped knowing exactly what that report was about.
"So I visited your teacher, Ms. Blooms and she told me how you day dreamed all the time in class and shunned almost every boy you talked to. I guess oddly I wanted to show her that you did associate with boys and I told her about Preston and you. Her reaction was not one I expected for she was actually happy all of a sudden and almost demanded that I change my mind about allowing you to go and insisted on how she would accompany you two if I needed," told Mr. Darling yet he knew there was more then just Ms. Blooms talk that convinced him, there was her presence, so alluring and mysterious, "So of course I said yes"
"But father," pleaded Wendy, "Mother?" Wendy was hoping to get help from her mother.
"It won't be so bad," said Mrs. Darling reassuringly.
"Wendy, it's either go to lay with Preston and Ms. Blooms or don't go at all," stated Mr. Darling.
Wendy stood there stubbornly but finally gave in. "Well, alright father."
"You should be grateful I even allowed you to attend at all," said Mr. Darling.
"Thank you," Wendy murmured.
"Good, goodnight." Said Mr. Darling and with that he walked out of the door briskly downstairs.
Mrs. Darling got up and hugged her daughter who was almost the same height as her. "How you are growing my dear child. You are young and beautiful and you should be open to boys. You will soon be an adult and just let go of what you are holding on to. Here is an opportunity, take while it lasts, don't let it slip away and let the rising tide take you away."
Her mother released her embrace waiting for Wendy to say something. Wendy wiped away her tears and smiled.
"I will, thank you mother," said Wendy with the most respect in all the world.
Mrs. Darling kissed her only daughter good night and gracefully left Wendy's room. Wendy retreated her eyes back to her window and finally closed the window tight, locking it. She blew out her lamps and candles and fell back on her bed pulling up her covers all the way to her chin. She was all alone in her room. There was no Slightly, no Tootles, no Nibs, no Curly, no twins, and no Peter…
Wendy instantly was plunged into a strange dream.
She was standing bare footed on the Neverland shore viewing the beautiful landscape of the endless sea. She was in the middle of watching the sunset and how magical it appeared reflecting over the sea. The Jolly Roger was floating near the harbor and there were lights that could be seen from where Wendy was standing. Her bare feet felt so relaxed drawing on the soft white sand. Wendy could see that every time a new tide came, it rose higher and higher then the last but that didn't bother Wendy at all, she had no fear.
"Hello," greeted a familiar voice.
Wendy turned her head to see the person standing right beside her now. The figure was shadowed so Wendy could not see the face.
"Hello," Wendy replied back, "Isn't the ocean so glorious?"
"Yes, it certainly is. Especially when you fly over it at night and skim the water with your hands," replied the figure.
"Mind if I ask. What is your name?" inquired Wendy.
"Why, I am Peter Pan," answered the boy in a bit of a shock that she didn't remember who he was. "Your name is Wendy Moira Angela Darling. Quite a long name. Mine though is nice and short."
Wendy now realized who it was and the shadow disappeared revealing his face. He had the same curly blond hair mixed with brown, adventurous blue green eyes, and of course, that devilish grin that no girl could resist.
"I see," said Wendy. It was all so strange how Wendy talked to Peter so casual knowing very well who he was and what they shared. Wendy could feel that she was not seventeen anymore but now a girl that was soon to turn thirteen.
The tide had risen and was now washing over their feet.
"Will you come back for me?" asked Wendy taking a step back from the water and Peter doing the same.
"I have," said Peter.
"I'm afraid you waited to long, my heart is breaking away from you. I have to move on Peter!" screamed Wendy all of a sudden.
Peter laughed jumping into his cocky pose with his hands at his waist and elbows sticking out, "Your kiss will always belong to me. I have your thimble and you have my kiss"
"I'm afraid not for long. I will soon be a real woman," declared Wendy who no longer had her attention on Peter but now on the sea. Instead of stepping back to avoid the water, she the stepped forward actually wanting to.
"What are you doing!" cried Peter, his whole attitude changing into disbelief and worry. "Come away with me. The tide is going to sweep you and take you away from me and drown you!"
Peter quickly glanced at the ocean and could see that a huge wave, three times higher then the height of the Jolly Roger was about to consume them. Peter grabbed Wendy's arm and was pulling her away from the accursed ocean.
"Stop!" yelled Wendy in defiance. "I'm tired of waiting for you and crying out for you. I have adult responsibilities. I have to stop pretending that you will come back for me and whisk me away to your home underground, to Neverland."
"But I'm right here," retorted Peter trying to save Wendy from the waves but he could not fly. At this moment, he had no happy thoughts to lift him into the air. His Wendy was leaving him.
Wendy leaned in on Peter and whispered in his ear standing on her tipsy toes to reach,
"Bye my first love, I will never forget you. And if I do, then I will think of the sea and remember you again. I will do the same if you forget me."
She gently kissed him on the lips and faced back to the tides.
Peter wrapped his slim arms around her and held her tight for she wouldn't move from the ocean.
"Forget them Wendy, Forget them all," pleaded Peter with all his heart, "Come away with me where you will never ever have to worry about grown up things again."
Wendy spoke sadly, "Never is an awfully long time."
That was the last words spoken to one another before the rising tide slammed down on Peter and Wendy sucking them into the bottomless sea of love and death. Wendy let go of Peter but Peter did not, he held on to his fair lady tightly never giving up. The merciless sea dragged them down and left the Neverland beach empty leaving only the fading footprints of two that was once together.
Author Note EmeraldWendy: The ending of this chapter I thought was sad but definitely leads on opening doors for where I want this story to go. I have a good idea and hopefully will try to update soon. But ill probably wait a little to update, unsure, but will definitely continue writing more. This is irrelevant to my story but Finding Neverland comes out today on DVD and I haven't seen it yet though I'm really looking forward to. I mean, it has Johnny Depp Hot, Kate Winslet Talented, about J.M. Barrie, and of course…Peter Pan! Reviewers are the best!
