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Chapter Four
"Who?"
Peters voice broke out over the tree tops after nearly a whole two minutes had passed since the announcement of who this strange girl was. With hands clasped in front of her in a peaceful manner, Tanya moved her eyes back and forth between the two floating children who were currently locked in a staring contest. The girl had a face of entertainment on, while the boy on the other hand, had an expression of pure…something. This girl in front of his was to be the one that could save the entire island, including him. How was he suppose to take meeting her for the first time?
"Li-lu-ye." she pronounced slowly for him in a mocking tone. "So, this is the pip squeak I left behind to protect my island, huh?" she placed her hands on her hips and slowly began circling him, sizing him up like a potential threat.
"YOUR island?" Peter grumbled and his hands gradually formed into fists at his sides. The nearby fairy seemed to go unnoticing the leaf clad boy's steadily growing temper, but the ever moving girl's eyes flicked with amusement as she looked at him through the corner of her eye.
"I gotta say, kid. Seeing you all…grown up," she put a bit of sharpness on the last two words then continued. "makes me feel down right old."
By this time the teeth in Peters mouth were grating together. He hadn't known this person, this girl for even an hour and she was already ripping at his last nerves. Being called 'kid' was one thing, but 'grown up'…The boys constantly changing eye color swiftly flowed from a cool brown shade to a light steel tint.
As she came to a halt in front of him with arms crossed loosely over her chest, she tilted her head up and to one side while looking at him with a smug grin. She knew what she was doing. She saw the venomous look her successor was sending her, and she felt the growing tension in the air. She knew it and he hated it. He hated her. May it be childish, but he did. Her arrogance, her confidence, and that damnable taunting. It was an automatic emotion that swam over him. She was a challenge, a competition, and worst of all, his superior. When Peters hand started inching its way to the hilt of his dagger, Tanya spoke up.
"Peter…" she started and flew forward a bit with a raised hand, her cheerful eyes turning worried. "Liluye is here to help us…not to fight." she warned in a calming, motherly voice. At this his hand paused. She was here to help them, and according to the council she was the only one that could. He couldn't let his deadly intentions get in the way.
"Like to jump the gun, don't we Pan?" Lil commented in her still place. Her egging on tone had disappeared and was replaced by an even seriousness. The grin had crashed into a narrow line of lips, and her eyes looked over at him with a defying gleam. He wanted to fight, she would fight and meant to tell him that. "Tanya, why don't you go back to the cave…You need to rest. We'll talk later."
"Lil, I don't think it would be a good…" the pixie interjected but was interrupted.
"Don't worry. I just wanna talk with the new 'guardian' of the island." the girl started. "We're both capable of handling ourselves, aren't we Peter Pan?"
"Absolutely." Peter replied never moving his intense gaze from this self made threat.
"Very well…" Tanya gave in and started flying back toward her cavern strong hold. With one last look at the two, she shook her head. Not even a day had passed and the two were already ready to tear each others throats out. Peters mood previously helped his immediate anger along, but Lil's she didn't understand. Picking an instant fight with the boy was not at all what she expected. Their tempers were about to collide head on and even if she did stay around to referee, she would never be able to force the two great warriors apart.
The soft lavender light of the leader of the fairy council faded off into the greenery of the island leaving only the two very tensed, and very armed Neverland protectors facing each other against the darkening skies.
"So what are we to do now, Pan? Draw weapons and fight each other to the death to see who gets to lay permanent claim to my island? Or do we wait until Neverland is clear of danger before laying into each other?"
"This is not YOUR island, girl." Peter shot back drawing his dagger. Its blade showed sharp and sleek in the setting suns glow and spiked out from its gloriously carved wooden hilt about one foot. A dependable weapon indeed.
"How about OUR island, boy?" Liluye retorted and pulled her own weapon from its sheath strapped firmly to her back. The sword was crafted many years ago when the magical island of Neverland was new and the threats of conquers from other worlds started becoming a problem. She could still remember the sound the sharp picks made as they carved the intricate leaves and forms of dancing fairies along the nearly two and a half foot blade.
Instead of receiving a verbal answer from Peter, she found him lunging at her through the air. At this moment she knew that the words Tanya had spoken about Lil being the only hope for this little island in the sky had gone in one of the pointy ears and right out the other. Raising her sword to block his incoming attack, Liluye pushed him back in a swift motion.
"You really want to fight me over this?" she asked in an angry huff with her sword still up and prepared. Peter didn't say anything, he didn't have to. His next lunge spoke for him. The shrieking sound of metal against metal rang across the land as the two hit, both with a stubborn look glazed across their faces. One was bound and determined to rid the island of the other once and for all, letting arrogance blind their good judgment. The other was unable of letting a challenge go without some kind of physical action.
The disturbance in the air grew. Neverland below the bickering fighters trembled as it watched. Wildlife stopped their feasting or roaming and paused to listen to the battle overhead. The chants coming from the Indian camp ceased as did all the Lost Boys celebrating activities. Their running footsteps and yelling voices closed in on one side of the fight, while on the other…
"Who in blazes is tha'?!" a voice with a thick, rough British called out from the beach pointing one tanned finger up in the sky. Behind him several other children, girls and boys alike, from ages five to early teens moved their eyes upward to look upon the fight. Immediately the cheer that their faces held from being back home faded and a certain stiffness came about them. Someone was fighting their leader and they were there to cheer her on from below. This must not be.
"Who cares who he is, we gotta get over there!" a female yelled and stepped up next to the taller boy. The sound of weapons being unleashed blended in with the battle cry from the girls followers as they stampeded through the brush and toward the dueling pair. Smaller children weaved in between the running legs over their older companions most of them unarmed, but willing to help in anyway they could.
The front of the group came to a skidding halt at the edge of the small dusty clearing and their voices stopped along with them. Across the ten foot opening of trees stood a group of boys wielding weapons similar to their own. Both parties just stared at each other, the clattering of sword and dagger along with the umph's and outraged growls from above being the only thing that ruined the perfect silence.
Dropped jaws mirrored back and forth, but the weapons stayed in place. For one group, it was odd seeing females other then potential mothers on the island. However, for the other it was strange witnessing both the people that took over for them and such a large group of just…boys. The girls just raised an eyebrow with squinted eyes and nearly shook their heads. What had this island come too?
Small feet padded across the ground through the crowd of older children and looked over and up at the group of new boys. Cherub faces appeared baffled and they each tilted their head nearly in unison, giving off an almost creepy feeling. No one made any move forward or backward or any attempt to attack the opposite group. Neither Lost Boys nor the former children of the island spoke, that is until two fierce leaders slammed down onto the dirt covered ground in front of them.
Arms raised over their heads to keep the dust from seeping into their eyes on both sides of the clearing and the muffled sound of scuffling was heard from within the cloud of dirt. Narrowed eyes peered forward trying to catch a glimpse of the fallen, all hoping that their own leader would be victorious. As the air cleared out and thinned the shield of loose earth, two forms could be made out.
"Get back." a sudden female leaked out of the lowering dust and commanded the younger children in a firm, but gentle voice. Her head was tilted down and her hair, which was once again caked with dust, covered her face to the bystanders. One hand was clutched down at the base of the Pans neck while her other was pulled back holding the end of her blade to his chin. With his hands either trapped underneath the girls knee or splayed beside him reaching for his dagger that was inches away, and Liluye pinning him down, he looked terribly vulnerable and dare we say it…defeated.
The Lost Boys all gasped when they focused on what was happening before them. Their leader, their protector, and their friend was left helpless at the mercy of some girl. If it was Wendy doing the fighting, they might have said he let her win, but this…was definitely not the Wendy lady. And from what they could see, Peter was definitely not letting her win, and absolutely not liking the fact that he was loosing.
"C'mon, we gotta help!" a small Lost Boy said as he pushed his way through and raised his short sword up over his head alighting several hoops and hollers from the boys behind him, who in turn raised their own weapons. By this time, the only light that radiated from the sky was the glow of the many moons and small stars, but there was enough light for the Lost Boys to make out the growing crowd around them.
From the surrounding trees, more and more warriors coming from the first star to the right filtered out. Short and pudgy, tall and gangly, all kinds of boys and girls stepped through the shadows and looked expectantly toward the Lost Boys. At this new development, the twenty some boys lost a bit of their stamina standing in the middle of some forty or fifty boys and girls. The gang of boys had only a small troop compared to the army of newcomers.
The crowd sized each other up, but the two in the center remained as still as statues. Peters jaw was clenched tight and his eyes glared up at his combatant. Liluye's mouth was parted letting out strong breaths and her eyes shown down on him in a non-hostile manner. It was almost as if her green hued orbs were begging him to give up. After all, she may be a dependable leader and a tough opponent, but she still had female like emotions. And killing a fellow Neverlander wasn't something she wanted to do…at least if it wasn't necessary. Below her, Pan squirmed in an attempt to fight back but she held strong.
"Don't." she warned in a sharp voice, "We got it out of our systems, now lets deal with this like civilized people."
"Speak for yourself!" Peter yelled as he swiftly knocked Lil's swords aside from his chin with his free hand and grabbed for her neck. Around them the kids were yelling; one side in joy, and the other in anger. The Lost Boys and their leader may have had home field advantage, but that wouldn't keep them safe forever.
Instead of Peters hand meeting with Liluye's neck, it ran into the edge of her sword as was pushed away, bringing a long bloodied cut down the palm of his hand. Snatching his own weapon off the ground, the blades once again clashed like thunder in the middle of the jungle. The aerial battle had moved to the ground sending more dust into the sky as the fight raged on. Insults were thrown, ground was met, and a bit of blood was spilt on the makeshift battlefield. The clash of the titans would have continued on into the night if it hadn't of been for the small, golden interruption.
All activity stopped and all heads turned toward the source of the small chiming sound. At the other end of the clearing, Tinkerbell was standing, perched on a small branch. Her already large sea green eyes were wide and both hands were covering her small mouth. Peter smiled, for he thought he had gained yet another supporter in this fight, but the look on his enemies face and the direction in which Tink's eyes were pointed jogged his memory.
"Tinker…?" Lil whispered, her sword still locked with Peters.
"Tinker?" the Lost Boys all broke in with twisted faces. That was Tinkerbell or Tink, not Tinker. Though once again the new natives were proved wrong as the pixie nodded furiously and shot toward the dueling girl. Numerous bells and chimes came from the small woman's mouth as she circled around the girl, pulling gently on some of her dirty hair.
Before Peter knew it, the fairy had left the girl and went for him, shaking a finger in his face. Backing up away from the battle scene, the Pan was forced up against the tree by the now enraged Tinkerbell. When they said fairies could only have one emotion at a time, they weren't messing around. No one else could really understand what Tink was saying but those who did, being Liluye and Peter, reacted in different ways.
The boy just looked at the fairy with wide eyes and a gapping mouth. The girl on the other hand was trying hard to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape during the verbal abuse Peter was suffering.
"Alright, alright, Tinker." she finally stepped in with a shaking head, "He doesn't deserve all the blame. He can't help it that he needs to get his ego petted by anyone new on this island." she finished with a small grin. The Lost Boys all winced at the shot, but the other group laughed to themselves.
"You…I oughta…" Peter fumed and nearly pushed Tinkerbell out of the way while stomping toward his new found opponent, "If you weren't the only thing that could get us outta this mess I would…"
"You would what? Kill me? Give me over to these pirates I've been hearing so much about?" Liluye argued back meeting him half way, and getting right up in his face. "I don't think you would. I think your all bluff."
"Was I bluffin' up there?!" he yelled and threw his hand up toward the sky.
"Yes."
"How the hell do you get that logic?!" Peter asked in a high, outraged voice. The boys all raised a brow at their leaders oddly defensive behavior. Even for him, this was a bit much.
"I saw your eyes Peter Pan. Your words said that you wanted to kill me, but your eyes spoke louder. Your as harmless as a drop of rain." she sneered and tapped the side of his eye with her finger. Peters whole face went hard by the words and the contact.
"A drop of rain." he started in a hushed voice for only her to hear, "Right now I may be as harmless to you as a drop of rain, but enough little drops…will turn into a deadly flood."
"Are you threatening me, Peter Pan? Do you think it wise to treat your 'savior' this way?" Liluye replied in a soft tone like him.
"That may be, but I promise you Li-lu-ye." he mocked, "You may be the islands, theirs, MY savior…but I will be YOUR downfall." with that parting remark, Peter took to the sky faster than anyone could think and out of sight into the night sky. The Lost Boys looked around at their new island mates with a glare before disappearing into the trees following the way their leader went.
Everyone left behind shifted their eyes to Liluye with different expressions. Some of pride, some of fear, and some of respect. Their leader had just come face to face with the new leader of their old territory, and the one who came out victorious was yet to be decided. Tinkerbell drifted over to Lil and rested on her shoulder like she used to do in years passed. A long weary sigh escaped her larger friends face and it was like a mask of confidence was lifted off to show the stress and pain Liluye was truing bearing. Before turning and taking to the safety of Tidal Cave, the girl rolled her head back and looked to the sky.
"Well…this is off to a great start."
**********Damn those two are feisty ones, eh? I wrote this right after I watched the new Peter Pan movie that came out today. Its freakin' sweet, so everyone needs to go and buy it right now. That is after you…REVIEW!!!!
Chapter Four
"Who?"
Peters voice broke out over the tree tops after nearly a whole two minutes had passed since the announcement of who this strange girl was. With hands clasped in front of her in a peaceful manner, Tanya moved her eyes back and forth between the two floating children who were currently locked in a staring contest. The girl had a face of entertainment on, while the boy on the other hand, had an expression of pure…something. This girl in front of his was to be the one that could save the entire island, including him. How was he suppose to take meeting her for the first time?
"Li-lu-ye." she pronounced slowly for him in a mocking tone. "So, this is the pip squeak I left behind to protect my island, huh?" she placed her hands on her hips and slowly began circling him, sizing him up like a potential threat.
"YOUR island?" Peter grumbled and his hands gradually formed into fists at his sides. The nearby fairy seemed to go unnoticing the leaf clad boy's steadily growing temper, but the ever moving girl's eyes flicked with amusement as she looked at him through the corner of her eye.
"I gotta say, kid. Seeing you all…grown up," she put a bit of sharpness on the last two words then continued. "makes me feel down right old."
By this time the teeth in Peters mouth were grating together. He hadn't known this person, this girl for even an hour and she was already ripping at his last nerves. Being called 'kid' was one thing, but 'grown up'…The boys constantly changing eye color swiftly flowed from a cool brown shade to a light steel tint.
As she came to a halt in front of him with arms crossed loosely over her chest, she tilted her head up and to one side while looking at him with a smug grin. She knew what she was doing. She saw the venomous look her successor was sending her, and she felt the growing tension in the air. She knew it and he hated it. He hated her. May it be childish, but he did. Her arrogance, her confidence, and that damnable taunting. It was an automatic emotion that swam over him. She was a challenge, a competition, and worst of all, his superior. When Peters hand started inching its way to the hilt of his dagger, Tanya spoke up.
"Peter…" she started and flew forward a bit with a raised hand, her cheerful eyes turning worried. "Liluye is here to help us…not to fight." she warned in a calming, motherly voice. At this his hand paused. She was here to help them, and according to the council she was the only one that could. He couldn't let his deadly intentions get in the way.
"Like to jump the gun, don't we Pan?" Lil commented in her still place. Her egging on tone had disappeared and was replaced by an even seriousness. The grin had crashed into a narrow line of lips, and her eyes looked over at him with a defying gleam. He wanted to fight, she would fight and meant to tell him that. "Tanya, why don't you go back to the cave…You need to rest. We'll talk later."
"Lil, I don't think it would be a good…" the pixie interjected but was interrupted.
"Don't worry. I just wanna talk with the new 'guardian' of the island." the girl started. "We're both capable of handling ourselves, aren't we Peter Pan?"
"Absolutely." Peter replied never moving his intense gaze from this self made threat.
"Very well…" Tanya gave in and started flying back toward her cavern strong hold. With one last look at the two, she shook her head. Not even a day had passed and the two were already ready to tear each others throats out. Peters mood previously helped his immediate anger along, but Lil's she didn't understand. Picking an instant fight with the boy was not at all what she expected. Their tempers were about to collide head on and even if she did stay around to referee, she would never be able to force the two great warriors apart.
The soft lavender light of the leader of the fairy council faded off into the greenery of the island leaving only the two very tensed, and very armed Neverland protectors facing each other against the darkening skies.
"So what are we to do now, Pan? Draw weapons and fight each other to the death to see who gets to lay permanent claim to my island? Or do we wait until Neverland is clear of danger before laying into each other?"
"This is not YOUR island, girl." Peter shot back drawing his dagger. Its blade showed sharp and sleek in the setting suns glow and spiked out from its gloriously carved wooden hilt about one foot. A dependable weapon indeed.
"How about OUR island, boy?" Liluye retorted and pulled her own weapon from its sheath strapped firmly to her back. The sword was crafted many years ago when the magical island of Neverland was new and the threats of conquers from other worlds started becoming a problem. She could still remember the sound the sharp picks made as they carved the intricate leaves and forms of dancing fairies along the nearly two and a half foot blade.
Instead of receiving a verbal answer from Peter, she found him lunging at her through the air. At this moment she knew that the words Tanya had spoken about Lil being the only hope for this little island in the sky had gone in one of the pointy ears and right out the other. Raising her sword to block his incoming attack, Liluye pushed him back in a swift motion.
"You really want to fight me over this?" she asked in an angry huff with her sword still up and prepared. Peter didn't say anything, he didn't have to. His next lunge spoke for him. The shrieking sound of metal against metal rang across the land as the two hit, both with a stubborn look glazed across their faces. One was bound and determined to rid the island of the other once and for all, letting arrogance blind their good judgment. The other was unable of letting a challenge go without some kind of physical action.
The disturbance in the air grew. Neverland below the bickering fighters trembled as it watched. Wildlife stopped their feasting or roaming and paused to listen to the battle overhead. The chants coming from the Indian camp ceased as did all the Lost Boys celebrating activities. Their running footsteps and yelling voices closed in on one side of the fight, while on the other…
"Who in blazes is tha'?!" a voice with a thick, rough British called out from the beach pointing one tanned finger up in the sky. Behind him several other children, girls and boys alike, from ages five to early teens moved their eyes upward to look upon the fight. Immediately the cheer that their faces held from being back home faded and a certain stiffness came about them. Someone was fighting their leader and they were there to cheer her on from below. This must not be.
"Who cares who he is, we gotta get over there!" a female yelled and stepped up next to the taller boy. The sound of weapons being unleashed blended in with the battle cry from the girls followers as they stampeded through the brush and toward the dueling pair. Smaller children weaved in between the running legs over their older companions most of them unarmed, but willing to help in anyway they could.
The front of the group came to a skidding halt at the edge of the small dusty clearing and their voices stopped along with them. Across the ten foot opening of trees stood a group of boys wielding weapons similar to their own. Both parties just stared at each other, the clattering of sword and dagger along with the umph's and outraged growls from above being the only thing that ruined the perfect silence.
Dropped jaws mirrored back and forth, but the weapons stayed in place. For one group, it was odd seeing females other then potential mothers on the island. However, for the other it was strange witnessing both the people that took over for them and such a large group of just…boys. The girls just raised an eyebrow with squinted eyes and nearly shook their heads. What had this island come too?
Small feet padded across the ground through the crowd of older children and looked over and up at the group of new boys. Cherub faces appeared baffled and they each tilted their head nearly in unison, giving off an almost creepy feeling. No one made any move forward or backward or any attempt to attack the opposite group. Neither Lost Boys nor the former children of the island spoke, that is until two fierce leaders slammed down onto the dirt covered ground in front of them.
Arms raised over their heads to keep the dust from seeping into their eyes on both sides of the clearing and the muffled sound of scuffling was heard from within the cloud of dirt. Narrowed eyes peered forward trying to catch a glimpse of the fallen, all hoping that their own leader would be victorious. As the air cleared out and thinned the shield of loose earth, two forms could be made out.
"Get back." a sudden female leaked out of the lowering dust and commanded the younger children in a firm, but gentle voice. Her head was tilted down and her hair, which was once again caked with dust, covered her face to the bystanders. One hand was clutched down at the base of the Pans neck while her other was pulled back holding the end of her blade to his chin. With his hands either trapped underneath the girls knee or splayed beside him reaching for his dagger that was inches away, and Liluye pinning him down, he looked terribly vulnerable and dare we say it…defeated.
The Lost Boys all gasped when they focused on what was happening before them. Their leader, their protector, and their friend was left helpless at the mercy of some girl. If it was Wendy doing the fighting, they might have said he let her win, but this…was definitely not the Wendy lady. And from what they could see, Peter was definitely not letting her win, and absolutely not liking the fact that he was loosing.
"C'mon, we gotta help!" a small Lost Boy said as he pushed his way through and raised his short sword up over his head alighting several hoops and hollers from the boys behind him, who in turn raised their own weapons. By this time, the only light that radiated from the sky was the glow of the many moons and small stars, but there was enough light for the Lost Boys to make out the growing crowd around them.
From the surrounding trees, more and more warriors coming from the first star to the right filtered out. Short and pudgy, tall and gangly, all kinds of boys and girls stepped through the shadows and looked expectantly toward the Lost Boys. At this new development, the twenty some boys lost a bit of their stamina standing in the middle of some forty or fifty boys and girls. The gang of boys had only a small troop compared to the army of newcomers.
The crowd sized each other up, but the two in the center remained as still as statues. Peters jaw was clenched tight and his eyes glared up at his combatant. Liluye's mouth was parted letting out strong breaths and her eyes shown down on him in a non-hostile manner. It was almost as if her green hued orbs were begging him to give up. After all, she may be a dependable leader and a tough opponent, but she still had female like emotions. And killing a fellow Neverlander wasn't something she wanted to do…at least if it wasn't necessary. Below her, Pan squirmed in an attempt to fight back but she held strong.
"Don't." she warned in a sharp voice, "We got it out of our systems, now lets deal with this like civilized people."
"Speak for yourself!" Peter yelled as he swiftly knocked Lil's swords aside from his chin with his free hand and grabbed for her neck. Around them the kids were yelling; one side in joy, and the other in anger. The Lost Boys and their leader may have had home field advantage, but that wouldn't keep them safe forever.
Instead of Peters hand meeting with Liluye's neck, it ran into the edge of her sword as was pushed away, bringing a long bloodied cut down the palm of his hand. Snatching his own weapon off the ground, the blades once again clashed like thunder in the middle of the jungle. The aerial battle had moved to the ground sending more dust into the sky as the fight raged on. Insults were thrown, ground was met, and a bit of blood was spilt on the makeshift battlefield. The clash of the titans would have continued on into the night if it hadn't of been for the small, golden interruption.
All activity stopped and all heads turned toward the source of the small chiming sound. At the other end of the clearing, Tinkerbell was standing, perched on a small branch. Her already large sea green eyes were wide and both hands were covering her small mouth. Peter smiled, for he thought he had gained yet another supporter in this fight, but the look on his enemies face and the direction in which Tink's eyes were pointed jogged his memory.
"Tinker…?" Lil whispered, her sword still locked with Peters.
"Tinker?" the Lost Boys all broke in with twisted faces. That was Tinkerbell or Tink, not Tinker. Though once again the new natives were proved wrong as the pixie nodded furiously and shot toward the dueling girl. Numerous bells and chimes came from the small woman's mouth as she circled around the girl, pulling gently on some of her dirty hair.
Before Peter knew it, the fairy had left the girl and went for him, shaking a finger in his face. Backing up away from the battle scene, the Pan was forced up against the tree by the now enraged Tinkerbell. When they said fairies could only have one emotion at a time, they weren't messing around. No one else could really understand what Tink was saying but those who did, being Liluye and Peter, reacted in different ways.
The boy just looked at the fairy with wide eyes and a gapping mouth. The girl on the other hand was trying hard to hold back the laugh that was threatening to escape during the verbal abuse Peter was suffering.
"Alright, alright, Tinker." she finally stepped in with a shaking head, "He doesn't deserve all the blame. He can't help it that he needs to get his ego petted by anyone new on this island." she finished with a small grin. The Lost Boys all winced at the shot, but the other group laughed to themselves.
"You…I oughta…" Peter fumed and nearly pushed Tinkerbell out of the way while stomping toward his new found opponent, "If you weren't the only thing that could get us outta this mess I would…"
"You would what? Kill me? Give me over to these pirates I've been hearing so much about?" Liluye argued back meeting him half way, and getting right up in his face. "I don't think you would. I think your all bluff."
"Was I bluffin' up there?!" he yelled and threw his hand up toward the sky.
"Yes."
"How the hell do you get that logic?!" Peter asked in a high, outraged voice. The boys all raised a brow at their leaders oddly defensive behavior. Even for him, this was a bit much.
"I saw your eyes Peter Pan. Your words said that you wanted to kill me, but your eyes spoke louder. Your as harmless as a drop of rain." she sneered and tapped the side of his eye with her finger. Peters whole face went hard by the words and the contact.
"A drop of rain." he started in a hushed voice for only her to hear, "Right now I may be as harmless to you as a drop of rain, but enough little drops…will turn into a deadly flood."
"Are you threatening me, Peter Pan? Do you think it wise to treat your 'savior' this way?" Liluye replied in a soft tone like him.
"That may be, but I promise you Li-lu-ye." he mocked, "You may be the islands, theirs, MY savior…but I will be YOUR downfall." with that parting remark, Peter took to the sky faster than anyone could think and out of sight into the night sky. The Lost Boys looked around at their new island mates with a glare before disappearing into the trees following the way their leader went.
Everyone left behind shifted their eyes to Liluye with different expressions. Some of pride, some of fear, and some of respect. Their leader had just come face to face with the new leader of their old territory, and the one who came out victorious was yet to be decided. Tinkerbell drifted over to Lil and rested on her shoulder like she used to do in years passed. A long weary sigh escaped her larger friends face and it was like a mask of confidence was lifted off to show the stress and pain Liluye was truing bearing. Before turning and taking to the safety of Tidal Cave, the girl rolled her head back and looked to the sky.
"Well…this is off to a great start."
**********Damn those two are feisty ones, eh? I wrote this right after I watched the new Peter Pan movie that came out today. Its freakin' sweet, so everyone needs to go and buy it right now. That is after you…REVIEW!!!!