Author:Im back!. I know its been like...2 weeks, but exams are here and I really have to study!. Now...to make up for the lost time, I'm gonna post 2-maybe 3 chapters this weekend...just to for an "Im sorry". So, I hope you'll like this chapter!. Also, time is kinda going really fast here...keep that in mind!. KK?. Enjoy.
It was now a few months later, and all ways well within the magical kingdom. Peter and Wendy went on with their royal duties, but leaving time to take care of their son, who seemed to be growing before their eyes!.
As the months passed, the family of three enjoyed their time together. They would take their little boy out and let him explore the world that would some day be known as his. And Daniel took a great liking to the wonders around him.
The little boy learned everything about the island before he could even walk. The fairies, the Indians, even the mermaids all took the same liking to their new prince. Everyday, Peter or Wendy would take Danny around the island with them, as they did their daily duties.
And all would coo and awe and the wide-eyed, curious boy staring curiously back at them. They even tried to take him from his parents' arms, but always they denied, he was still too young. The Indians had even suggesting to teach him native before English, but Wendy disagreed, she despised that suggestion as if it were poison.
It seemed that lately, Wendy's nerves were often triggered around the Indians. They would always shoot silly comments and suggestions to her about how to raise her son. Wendy often almost blurting out her frustrations in front of the entire camp. But, she bit her lip, and tightened her grip on Danny once more.
"No, I don't think that will be necessary!" she said calmly. "But I can re assure you that Peter and I will keep that in mind" said Wendy. "Yes." Repeated the Indian woman who had brought up the suggestion. "If you want to raise our young prince right!." She commented.
Wendy smiling uneasily, but politely and she turned away from the horrid group of Indian women, who were hounding their every parenting skill. To keep her frustration, Wendy shut her eyes tight, and barred her teeth, before walking away.
"Keep that in mind, your highness!" they called back. Wendy not even turning to nod to them as she disappeared into the forest. Once she knew she was far away from the Indian village, Wendy stopped by the nearest tree and slumped down at its base.
Her face becoming a mixture of sadness and frustration, she bowed her head as she felt tears prick her eyes. Daniel, who now sat comfortably in Wendy's lap, made a cooing noise as if it a sign to show his concern for his mother.
Wendy lifted her head to meet Danny's sparkling green eyes.
A smile coming to Wendy's lips as Danny once more whined, as if repeating his concern. Her tears were now of happiness as she soon found herself thinking, how much Danny reminded her of Peter. The same eyes, and the same spirit, here in their son.
"Yes Danny, I'm alright now!" she softly said to him, and watched as Danny turned to playing with the flowers beside them. Danny was a lot like Peter, so curious and free. The smile on her lips grew as she imaged Danny growing up to become somewhat like his father.
"Oh Danny" she said softly again. "If you turn out to be anything like your father…" she stopped and watched as Danny crumpled up the head of the flower, the petals becoming squashed between his miniature hands. "It will be hell for all of Neverland" she continued with a small laugh, watching as
Danny opened his cupped hands to look inside, and the wind swept the petals away.
Danny pointed after them, making a small noise as the two watched the petals disappear into the forest. Danny got up, with some difficulty, and started to wobble out of Wendy's lap, when she suddenly scooped him up and held her once more in her arms.
"Come now Danny" she said, watching with amusement as Danny pointed again after the long gone petals, and squeaked with protest for her not letting him go after them. "There will be plenty of other petals" she said with a laugh. Wendy turning her gaze to the direction Danny was still pointing.
A small smile came to Wendy's lips once more. "Come, we must meet your father for dinner!" she said again, kissing Danny's soft hair, just coming into colour. It seemed that as Danny had Peter's eyes, he also had Wendy's hair.
With another smile, Wendy turned towards the path leading the twosome back to their tree home.
As Peter landed softly on the foliage of Neverland forest, he was instantly drawn to the sweet smell of Wendy's cooking. However, when he took a step, a cold feeling ran through the bottom of his foot, as if it had just touched ice. Curiously, Peter lifted his foot, only to be amazed to see a frozen leaf stuck to it. It took a bit of persuasion, but finally Peter peeled the leaf off of his foot, it crumbling and breaking as it came off.
Peter returned his gaze to the ground, where he noticed there was a bunch of similar frozen leafs all stuck together on the ground. Frost?. In Neverland, he questioned himself. Even more frustrated, Peter turned his attention to the falling sun, as it was about to set over the horizon of the ocean.
Somehow, it always seemed to remind him of his and Wendy's first kiss upon the Jolly Rodger many years ago. He usually took great comfort in that, but not today!. His mind was even more confused, to see a light fog settling over the view of the ocean. It blocked out a lot of the sun's last warming glow, but now it looked like it was pale and dead.
Something was not right!. Either that, or something major is about to happen or come to Neverland. Suddenly, Peter connected the strange fog, the frozen leaves, and the eerie voices that seemed to echo through the Island during the dead of the night. Yes, something was going to go badly!.
So caught up in his curious wonderings that Peter instantly forgot about his dinner. His stomach growling suddenly, brought him out of his troubled thoughts and back onto food, and his wonderful family. A smile came to Peter's lips as he imaged the sight of the two as he would walk into the tree home.
"Better not tell Wendy until I can be sure" he told himself softly, turning once more to the setting sun, now almost completely gone, and in its place, a uneasy, settling fog. Patting his stomach once more, Peter pushed the bark aside, and descended the stairs.
The wondrous candle light of the room came flooding into Peter, and the sweet smell of Wendy's stew was pleasing as well. A smile came to his lips as he saw Wendy busying herself with dinner as usual. Danny played by himself on the floor next to Wendy's rocking chair, where she would always tell the boy stories, even if he was too young still to know them.
With a half smile, Peter walked up to Danny, noticing the boy was playing with the toys everyone had given to the family a few days after Danny's birth. So curious was his son, Peter thought to himself. He patted his son on the head, feeling the soft hair just beginning to come in. With a kiss to Danny's head, Peter headed towards the kitchen. The smile on his lips grew as he noticed Wendy humming while she worked.
Peter stopped to watch her. He always delighted in listening to her tunes, even if she didn't realize she had a audience. However, this particular tune caught Peter's undivided attention. Listening closer, Peter realized that Wendy was humming an old tune from London.
Peter was once more thrown into his memories of long ago, remembering Wendy singing that exact tune to him and the lost boys one night instead of a story.
It was a wonderful lullaby, of little children's dreams of adventure and freedom, and also of family and a mother's comfort when her child is in despair. Peter also remembered questioning her about its origin, where she had learned the beautiful lullaby.
She said, with longing, that her mother used to sing it to her and her brothers when they were smaller. She described that it always seemed to comfort them in their sleep, and help them dream of pleasantries instead of nightmares.
Wendy's song came once more to Peter's knowing ears, and bringing him out of his memories, and once more to watching her. Peter gave a great sigh, knowing that Wendy must be troubled about something, for she always hummed or sang songs she learned from growing up when she was distraught.
With a half smile, carefully plastered on his face, to hide his concern, Peter went up to the distracted Wendy, and gently slipped his arms around her waist. Instantly, he felt her jump, but settle easily into his arms. "Hello" she purred softly into his ear.
The smile grew on Peter's lips, and some of his concern melted away. He'd have to distract her further. He whispered his hello into her ear, and started to place little kisses trailing from her ear to her shoulder. Wendy giggled as she felt the light kisses touch her skin.
"Peter…" she laughed. "Please stop, I have to get dinner started!" she protested defeated. Peter smiled against her shoulder, but didn't stop his trial of kisses. Suddenly, he spun her around to face her, and instantly sealed her lips with his.
Wendy was at first surprised, but relaxed against him, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck, as he tightened his grip on her waist. After a few minutes of their heated kisses, they pulled away for breath. "I take it your day went well?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh…" he began, leaning in for another kiss. "I'm just glad to be home" he said, sealing her lips once more. Again, they pulled away for breath, now came the questioning. "And how was yours?" he asked. Instantly, Wendy became somewhat tense.
All the happiness and love she felt from Peter's embrace and kisses were suddenly blown away by the emotions from that afternoon. "Oh, fine" she began, suddenly feeling not so cuddly, and pulled out of Peter's arms. Peter watched concerned as Wendy returned to her stew without another word.
But he knew exactly what happened. "Did those women criticize us again?" Peter asked, feeling a bit angered and hurt himself. He hated it when those women did that, thinking that their parenting techniques weren't good enough to raise a proper prince.
What hurt him even more was that it bothered and hurt Wendy more then it did him. When Peter first brought Wendy to Neverland those many years ago, Wendy seemed to make a good enough impression on the Island to be brought back. Now that she was queen, and a mother, it seemed that Wendy felt like she had to prove something to them.
Proving to Neverland that she was good enough to be here, and to make up for the long absence she'd had. The sadness she'd put Peter into, and Neverland suffered for it!. She had to prove she was worthy to be their queen, and that she could raise a child, the heir of Neverland.
"They have their own opinions Peter.." she began quietly. Peter was saddened by this, knowing Wendy was more hurt. "Oh Wendy…don't listen to them!." Peter said, coming up behind Wendy once more and starting to rub his hands over her back in comforting circles.
"They have their opinions, but they know nothing about being a parent!. The people here, they just want to be apart of helping Danny grow into a proper ruler one day!" he said sadly. Peter then noticed her silence, bringing his hands to sooth her tense shoulders. "….and you don't have to prove anything to them!" Peter concluded.
A few sobs started to break through the house, but Wendy never turned to Peter's comfort. After a few minutes, Wendy finally turned to him, with concern, he noticed her blood-shot eyes. "Actually, they made me start to think!" Wendy suddenly answered. This however, concerned Peter more.
"I've been thinking of everything that's happened to us since we've first met!. And that brought me back to thinking of my family….." Wendy broke off suddenly, tears again starting to cloud her eyes. "…..about London!." Wendy began to sob again.
"You want to go back and see them?" Peter asked, somewhat angered, but also worried. They hadn't really informed the Darlings', or in fact the Keating's, that they have had a son, Danny. Peter swallowed nervously at what the family would think of them then!. Not including the boys.
"Wendy, its ok to be scared!" Peter reassured her. "All first parents are, it's a natural thing, or so that's what I've heard from the chief!" Peter said, a bit of a joke. Wendy gave a small smile. "I know your worried about what everyone thinks of us…but please!" he tilted her head to gaze up into his face.
"Just let it go…you have me, and we'll be fine!. Just, don't think about them!" he said, breaking off once more. "…and worry a little more about Danny, he needs you" he said, both turning to see the boy still enjoying the toys on the floor. "…and I need you!." Peter said, kissing her lips once more.
"Alright…"she whispered, once the two broke the kiss. "But if I explode in front of one of those Indians…." She said, "We're going to need a vacation!" Wendy teased. "Of course, mi'lady!" Peter said, giggling, kissing her hand and letting her return to her cooking. However, Peter was still not convinced.
The family had the quiet dinner later that night. Danny once again, becoming the curious babe about food and started to throw it around. They then quietly sat by the fire, Peter carved with his knife, another figure for Danny. The sudden silence caused him to turn his attention beside him.
A smile came to his lips as he saw what was there. Danny curled up, fast asleep in a sleeping Wendy's arms. A lovely sight, of a mother and her child!. Peter chuckled softly at the two of them, obviously having had a eventful day.
With a slight yawn, Peter walked over and took Danny from Wendy's protective arms. Danny moaned in his sleep and turned in his father's arms.
Placing him gently down in his crib, Peter gave his young son a kiss on the forehead, and covered him with his blanket.
Next was Wendy. Peter returned to the chair, and brought Wendy carefully into his arms and towards their bedroom. He too, gently placed his sleeping wife down on the bed, and brushed away a few strands of hair away from her angelic face before covering her, with the furs.
With the two tucked in nicely, Peter's mind became fearful as he noticed how dark it had become inside the tree home during the night hours. There was no longer moonlight to fill the Island. Replaced with the eerie fog and haunting voices, scared people away from walking the woods at night.
Just as Peter thought this, a cold wind brushed through the home, around him, creating shivers through his body. The eerie voices from before soon followed, whispering a uncertain threat Peter could not understand. The cold wind swept through the rest of the house.
Peter could see the rushing stream of wind as if it was smoke from the Medicine woman's fire. And just like that, it disappeared, along with the fire, roaring in the fireplace.
The voices also disappearing with a loud hiss. Something was defiantly going to happen, a very bad thing. Peter thought, as he climbed into his bed, more uneasy then ever, and falling into sleep like a rock to water.
The waters started to get rough, the fog also covering the darkened water. Not even the mermaids would come near, as dark and mysterious as they are. A large ship, much like the Jolly Rodger, broke through the roughening water. Aboard, the crew were shadowed in the darkness, but worked hard to make sure the ship was ready to arrive on the Island before them: Neverland.
The captain stood beside the navigator driving the ship. Their face hidden by a wide brim hat, and a dark purple scarf hiding the rest of their face the only thing visible was the brown eyes, so full of hate and revenge. "It shan't be long now, Wendy!" they growled.
The months went by in flash, and soon turned into years, the family of three still as happy as ever. With Peter and Wendy's guidance, and not the ignorant suggestions from the Indians, Danny began to grow and grow.
Soon, he wasn't the curious little babe, but a joyful and energetic four year old. Now it seemed that his parents weren't able to keep their eyes off of him for a second, for if they did, he'd disappear in a second!. Always, he wanted to roam the island, re acquainting himself with the island from when he was a baby.
Wendy had turned out to be right!. Danny had his father's spirit, and unfortunately, his energy as well!. But he had his mother's kindness and good heart. The fairies, and the Indians were so proud of them for how well the boy was growing!.
"He'll make a fine ruler someday" one of the fairies said to Peter, one afternoon when the two were out on their duties. "Yes, I'm very proud" Peter said, turning with a smile to watch Danny playing hide and seek with a group of younger fairies. "You'll have your hands full for a while" a Indian woman said.
Peter gave a smile in response, but soon he found himself thrown back into concern. As the years passed and Danny grew, it seemed as if the mysterious danger had gotten worse!. The fog had thickened and come earlier, the sun just making it's decent down the sky. The frost had almost covered half of the Island during the night, making it much colder.
The voices have also gotten louder, now making scared shrieks through the forests as some sort of a trap to lure people into the forest. This concerned Peter greatly, for both the Island and his family. He was hoping not to tell Wendy, but he knew she was frightened as well.
Peter tried to ask the Indian chief and Medicine woman for help, but they didn't know anything either. Only that this danger was to hit the Island soon. Peter knew it too, but he was even more scared that he wouldn't know what to do for the Island, or Wendy and Danny when that threat came.
"Your highness?", the question suddenly shot him out of his concerned thoughts. Peter turned to see all the fairies and Indians staring at him with confusion and concern. "Oh, um. Yes. I suppose we will!" Peter reassured them. "Are you alright Peter?" asked an Indian woman. "Would you like some tea, or something to eat?" she asked, getting up from her sitting position. Peter stopped her. "Oh no, I'm fine!. Just didn't get enough sleep!" he re assured her. "Oh, must be that terrible fog, and the voices" the Indian woman continued.
Peter let the others discuss the long, cold night before while Peter returned to his concerned thoughts. Something terrible was about to happen. He thought to himself, turning his gaze to the sky, where the fog was just beginning.
On another side of the Island, Wendy sat near the shore. Having done her chores and needing a rest. Her mind was also on the terrible nights that haunted Neverland. She'd seen the gathering, thickening fog, and the cold nights.
The voices were what really got her frightened. They seemed to call to her with their terrible, deafening shrieks. They got into her dreams, which were beginning to be memories of her family back in England. She wished to see them, and tell them everything that's been happening.
However, her heart was devoted to being queen and mother to a four year old, she had to protect them all!. She gave a sad sigh as she saw that the fog was thickening earlier then ever, the sun not even touched the mountains.
With another sigh, she closed her eyes, and lent her head back on the tree she sat against.
So consumed in her musings, that she didn't even hear a rustling behind her. Six dark figures started at her from out of the bushes, their identities hidden by their wide brim hats. The tallest of six gave them the signal, and they slowly approached the troubled girl.
Rays that peeked through the fog glistened off of their armour of sharp swords and daggers, and off of little trinkets they'd stole over the years.
The leader smiled mischievously from behind the scarf, a glint off of the brown eyes.
Wendy still deep in her musings, her troubled mind unaware of the danger now right behind her. She felt as if she could fall asleep, and let her mind be at ease, when a chill ran down through her. She tried to reassure herself that it was nothing, but her eyes opened just to be sure.
However, complete fear took over once a cold hand from behind, was clasped tightly to her mouth, a equally cold blade pressed to her neck.
"Get up!" a gruff voice suddenly commanded her from behind.
Slowly, she arose and as quick as a flash, she bit into the dirty hand covering her mouth, and stepped on the foot. In anger, the figure let her go, but as Wendy turned to run away, she was suddenly faced with five more.
"You are you come with us Wendy!" the largest of the five said through the scarf. Wendy saw a glint in the figure's eyes, and a joyful look come over their face. Wendy looked on confused. Who were they?. But she didn't have time to answer that for she was once more grabbed from behind.
Quickly remembering her training, Wendy tried to fight them off as they came to capture her. However, she grew tired, and suddenly over powered her. A sudden shock came to the back of her head, and soon everything became dark, and she fell to the ground like a rock.
"Make sure she's secured, if she wakes up I don't want her to escape!. Then bring her to the ship" the leader ordered, and turned to leave. The others gathered around the girl, tying her delicate hands roughly with the rope, before carrying her between them and following their leader.
Author: Hope you enjoyed it...please review!