Peters Nightmare

Ch. 11

Melody was laying on a large rock a little into the water while Peter sat at the top next her. They were now looking at the map, discussing were they should go to get to Atlantica.

"Ok," Melody said, looking at the map. "I say…we try going north and then take two dots east west."

"But that would take us here."

Peter pointed two spots away from Atlantica. Melody squinted at the map.

"Oh, your right."

"Let me see it."

Melody gave Peter the map. He took it in both hands and looked down at it.

"Ok if this is Never Land…"

Peter pointed to a large shape on the map.

"Then maybe we should try going this way."

He dragged his finger in a line that went from south to southeast and made a curve to Atlantica.

"Are you sure?" asked Melody.

"Pretty sure."

"Well, ok. Should we tell the others we might be gone for a while?"

Peter glanced at the island. "You have to stay here. I'll go talk to them and then we can get moving."

Melody nodded and Peter floated up and flew towards the island. Melody sat there on the rock, staring out into the ocean as she laid a hand on her tail. She felt like she was the happiest she could be. She had only been a mermaid for a few hours and it had already changed her life so much. And once she got the trident and gave it to Morgana, it would be permanent. She would finally be able to live in the sea like she always wanted.

Where though? said a voice in Melodys head. Do you really want to go back?

This made Melody think for a moment. Would she go back to the sea by her home, or would she could stay here in Never Land and live in the Never Seas? There were lots of extraordinary things she had never seen or even imagined in the sea at her home before. Would she fit in? Would it be the same?

No. said the voice again. It wouldn't be the same. It will probably be way better.

"Ready to go?"

Melody gasped as she turned around. There right behind her was Peter.

"Oh, you're back." she said breathlessly, hand over her heart.

"Did I scare you?" Peter teased.

Melody folded her arms and turned her head.

"Pfft, you don't scare me."

Peter rolled his eyes. "So ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

Peter and Melody had been searching in the water all day but could not find any trace of Atlantica.

"How much longer do you think it'll be?" asked Peter.

"Shouldn't be far now." said Melody, looking at the map.

They continued to float around, gazing at the many wonderful things that were down there. There were multiple wonderfully colored shells, pretty and friendly fish and many other things. As they continued to swim it started to get dark, the rays of the sun issuing from the surface above slowly beginning to fade. They had even searched well into the night, only then did they decided to finally rest.

"We should probably stop for the night." Melody suggested.

"O-ok…" Peter yawned.

After a minute they stopped by a nearby clearing of sand. Melody rested down on the sand, Peter laid down on a small rock.

"Night Peter."

"Night Mel."

Melody laid down and fell asleep almost at once. Peter however, didn't fell as sleepy. He laying back on the rock, looking upward at the water. He could just see the surface through the darkness, waiting for sleep to come…

Peter had been flying all night in search for his friend. Now he was floating in front of a window he knew all too well. He smiled as he began floating into the room and landed his feet on the cool stone-marble floor. He looked all around the room and found to his surprise that something had changed. The walls were still bright blue and the large bed were still the same, but the bed now had a pink blanket instead of purple. The open closet had multiple dresses and slippers and hardly and shirts or shorts. To table and mirror was solid pink and had a hair brush, tiara, and what appeared to be lots of makeup supplies. Peter stared at all this, wondering when and why his best friend, who was always such a tomboy, had got so different, so girly, so…princessy.

He stared at all this for another moment before looking around towards the large bed. In it was a small figure, fast asleep, and curled up under the blanket. Peter walked over to it, excitement starting to bubble inside him.

"Melody." he whispered. "Melody, it me, Peter. I've come for you."

The figure continued to lay there, still soundly asleep. But even as Peter started to urge them to wake up, he noticed something different. If this was Melody, then why was she look younger? Why did her breaths sound so high pitched? And why did her hair look golden brown instead of black?

"I thought you'd be back." said a figure from behind him.

Peter gasped as he turned around, dagger held tightly in his hand. But all that he saw was someone sitting in a chair, a green leather book in their hands, and staring at the wall. He could tell it was a girl, who was dressed in a long blue robe and had her dark hair down. Peter stared at the person for another minute before he realized who it was.

"Melody!" he said happily.

"Yes, it's me."

Peter looked at her for a moment. There was something different about her. Though he could not see it, she seemed slightly different and her voice sounded a little lower then it had been. But he didn't care about that, he was just happy to see her.

"But if you're there…" Peter pointed to the bed. "Then who's there?"

"Katelyn." Melody answered.

"It's another one?" Peter asked.

"You could say that."

Peter spared the girl in the bed a glance before looking back at Melody.

"I can't go back with you Peter." she said simply. "I've even forgotten how to fly."

"So I'll just teach you again." said Peter.

Melody put down her book, stood up, and turned to face him. Peters mouth fell open slightly. Melody seemed to have grown taller than him, which was a surprise because he was always at least half a foot taller than her.

"It's more than that Peter." she said.

Melody walked over to one of the lights on the wall, one of her hands going up to the fuser.

"Mel no-" Peter started.

But Melody had already turned the little knob and the light grew brighter. As it did, Melody turned to face Peter, who gasped quietly. Melodys feathers had gotten different, and older. When he had last seen her she looked like a normal girl, now she looked exactly like Ariel had when she had grown up.

"Melody…" Peter breathed, his voice shaking slightly.

"I couldn't help it Peter." Melody said sadly. "You knew that someday I would grow up, and I have."

Peter stared at her for a second in disbelief. Then he shook his head.

"You can't be a grownup." he said. "You can't."

"I am."

"Peter…"

Peter heard as though someone was whispering to him. He turned for a second to see, but the only one there was the still sleeping girl in Melodys bed. He turned back to her.

"And not only that, I'm queen of Denmark now, I've gotten married-"

"WHAT!" Peter shouted.

"Peter please!" Melody said in a hushed voice. "You'll wake Katelyn. Yes I'm married to a wonderful man, and that girl in the bed, that's my daughter."

"Peter…" said the voice again, a little louder.

Peter ignored the voice again and shook his head again.

"It's not true. It's not."

He stood straight.

"IT'S NOT TRUE!"

"Peter wake up!"

He had shouted aloud he knew it. Peter's eyes snapped open as he was shaken awake. He was still breathing heavily and heart was racing as he looked around. There in front of him was Melody, still a girl, not a grownup, and her face looked fearful. Perhaps his face was white to make her look at him like that.

"Melody!" Peter yelled.

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a huge hug. Melody sat there for a second before hugging him back.

"Peter, it's ok?" she said calmly. "It was just a nightmare."

Peter let go of her, but kept his hands on her arms. He nodded in response.

"What was it?"

Peter didn't say anything, he just hung his head and stared at the ground. He didn't even notice that he was shacking a little. Before he knew it Melody was hugging him again.

"You don't have to tell me." she said kindly. "Whatever it was, it was just a dream and nothing more."

Peter nodded as she released him. They sat there for a moment in silence.

"When I was asleep." Peter started. "did I…say anything?"

"Well,…yeah you did." Melody admitted. "You were saying, 'It's not true! It's not true.'"

Peter looked down at the ground. So he had shouted in his sleep. He sat there for a few seconds before he looked back up at Melody.

"Anything happen while I was asleep?"

"Oh," Melody said, sounding oddly happy. "Well, as a matter of fact, something did happen."

"What?"

"I found Atlantica!"

Peters tiredness seemed to explode out of him as his eyes shot towards her and he stood up.

"You did?! But how?"

"I woke up just a few minutes ago and I thought I could go ahead and look for a little bit, and you were still asleep so I just left you. Anyway, I was following a small school of fish, I swam over to one spot and there it was!"

Melody was almost squeaking with excitement. Peter beamed at her.

"That's great! I can't believe-"

"No time." Melody grabbed Peters hand. "Lets go!"

She started dragging him forward. Peter stared at Melody, he had never seen her this excited. As they continued on Peter thought about the dream he had had, wondered what it meant. Was it just a random dream, or was it more…?

Morgana was watching the two children swim closer and closer to Atlantica through her orb. She laughed wickedly.

"That's it princess, just a little further."

She smiled evilly at the orb. Then she turned to her rays.

"Cloak! Dagger! Go make sure that no one interferes with their return."

The two rays bowed their heads before gliding, almost ghost-like, out of the cave.

Yeah I'm on a roll today. Anyway, love yall, please comment.