Chapter 12—The Escape
We all know about Tinkerbell. How could we not? She is the icon, the epitaph that is Peter Pan. But really, who are the other faeries?
For being such an imaginative, even daft boy at times, Peter was also quite wise. He knew every faerie on the island. Maybe through Tinkerbell or dinner parties, but he had somehow managed to meet all of them.
But to say 'meet' does not mean that all of the faeries liked Peter. Many of them would as readily see harm fall upon him, to the extent of Hook. There are darker, more malevolent faeries, who despised Peter for his rambunctious behavior and his taking on of a she-faerie, but nonetheless Peter had more 'connections' than Hook.
Sometimes 'connections' are all that matter.
Just think about how many faeries do like Peter. All he had to do was give a shrill whistle and they would come running. Faeries were to Peter like pirates were to Hook. Except faeries were usually better at getting the job done.
Now, it's not like Smee and Noodler didn't try and catch Peter, they just couldn't. He was gone beyond the volcano before they could even blink. However, the pirates weren't the only enemies in Neverland.
After many years many had grown a healthy dislike to Peter. The mermaids and the sprites had, in fact, grown a healthy hatred towards the two-hundred and fifty year old boy. When they felt him or any of his comrades nearby they would last out their nails and flip their tails menacingly. Neverland was not the place it used to be.
Currently Peter was jetting along the side of the Neverland Volcano, sandwiched between Marvin, Jangela and Mariette. The three of them chattered excitedly as they circled the flying boy with such speeds the normal person would think them to be jets of bright blue, pink and yellow light. Peter laughed joyously, flinging his hands above his head with the sheer exhilaration of flying effortlessly.
When the group came to landing sometime later, far away from the lagoon, in a treetop surrounded my many like it. Marvin set to undoing Peter's bonds.
"Thanks everyone!" exclaimed Peter as the rope around his wrists loosened.
Jingle, jingle, jingle.
Peter laughed. "No, Tinkerbell is with the Lost Boys. She's not neglectful!" Peter found the very idea ridiculous.
As he was pondering the impossibility of such a thing something watched him. Watched all four of them, from a treetop nearby. With painstaking aim it released an arrow and placed the shot right between Peter's legs. The arrow was covered in charcoal-black feathers and smeared in grey paint. Clay beads on the end of it rattled in the wind, conveying an enchanting tune across the forest.
The faeries scattered as another arrow hit, clipping Mariette's wings in the process.
The Black Indians.
Around the human year 1975 the Indians of Neverland suffered through a bitter civil war. Peter stuck to the side of the old chief and his princess daughter, Tiger Lily. (This is, perhaps, why he was so intrigued by the Tiger Lily in the Adult Video store.) The war lasted for two years and in the process the different sides has acquired different views of how society should be run. The old Indians who stayed true to the chief, called themselves The White Indians, representing goodness and purity, as well as death, sacrifice and tradition through the holy colour of white. The new tribe named themselves The Black Indians to provide an exact opposite to the white of the old. They represented darkness and new ways of life and death. They quickly became the plague of the island, combining their stealthy ambush strategies and need to do harm.
They never forgave Peter for not choosing their side.
Perched in the treetop was Light Horse. His black camouflage was smeared about his cheeks and across his chest. Strapped across his back was a quiver of arrows and nestled in the crook of his arm was a long, sturdy maple bow. His animal-skin pants clung to his legs as he crouched, ready to spring. Anticipating a fight.
And Peter delivered. Pouncing off the knarred and twisted branch Peter propelled himself forward, cutting through the air towards Light Horse who was already pulling another arrow from his quiver.
The faeries jangled excitedly and Peter felt something sickeningly hot meet with his ribcage.
End Chapter
((Wow! (gasps theatrically) Isn't this riveting? I hope you've all forgiven me for taking a century-and-a-half for posting this. I really didn't mean to, I have just had a lot of homework lately. And soccer stuff. ANYways. Please review. I hope you liked the chapter.))
Shoutouts:
Peter pan fan
Tallemera Rane
Ghost—(is scared, then happy) Wow. You're excited!
Girl With the Evil Computer—yes. In fact, there were three faeries! They were Marvin (blue), Jangela (Yellow), and Mariette (Pink). Wow!