Peter Pan's Labyrinth
Chapter 8
What could I possibly own?
Wendy was walking with a tired Bobble resting on her shoulder and a hyper Tootles with her. The little statue-boy would not allow her to go do something as taxing as that without any help. The task was relatively simple when she thought about it. They just needed to find a statue of a bird and bring it to the watchtower. The task was easier said than done.
When they got there, there were over one hundred statues of birds in their nests. They began to look around. They were about to give up, when suddenly, Wendy saw an interesting nest. The "nest" was a broad-brimmed hat. Wendy picked up the nest and was having trouble getting it up. She was about to grab Bobble, when he darted to the side, saying, "Oh no, you don't! I'll do it myself!"
He fluttered his wings over the nest, making it float. Wendy was so thrilled that she floated off the ground. She lifted the nest, and Tootles flew next to her, gliding with his little bat wings. The three of them got to the watchtower with their prize and called Piper. His face was almost completely fixed. Wendy could see his eyes and his nose was almost done growing back. There was a small chunk of his jaw missing, however.
"Wendybird, you did it! I knew you could!" he laughed and smiled.
A flood of memories overcame her. She remembered Tootles, Slightly, some twins, and a small boy named Nibs. She tried to recall this "Neverland" as well as Piper's real names. She couldn't. She began to cry.
"Wendy, what's wrong?" Piper asked her.
"I don't remember everything; I can't remember Neverland or your real name." she sobbed.
"That's because there was a mistake," a soft feminine voice said. Wendy looked up and saw Tinkerbell.
"What was the mistake?" Wendy asked, hoping that this information would help.
"Not every good person from Neverland is accounted for. Nibs, the Twins and the Indians are missing. Without all of your friends, you can't remember everything."
"Were the Indians American, by any chance?" Wendy asked, remembering the base filled with statues of American Indians.
"You know where they are?" Tink asked.
"Yes, I'll take you to them."
"Tomorrow," Piper interjected, "she needs her rest. If the Indians are here, then so is he."
Wendy was lead home by Piper, as Tootles had gone to bed already, due to extreme fatigue.
"Goodnight, my Wendybird," he said.
"Goodnight, my Peter Pan," she responded.
"What?" he asked, his heart racing at the name she called him.
"I said goodnight, my Peter Pan, what's so odd about that? It is your name," she said matter-of-factly.
"You just remembered my name!" he almost cried out, but managed to whisper it so that Wendy wouldn't get caught and Tootles wouldn't wake up.
Wendy's eyes widened as he said this. She remembered his name! The one thing that she had been trying to remember since she had first met him! She was so thrilled that she gave him a kiss on the lips.
Both kids' eyes widened as soon as they pulled away. They were both speechless. Piper was the one to break the awkward silence.
"Um, goodnight, Princess Wendy."
"Goodnight, Peter Pan."
The boy flew off from her windowsill, and Wendy was certain that she heard a lud crow coming from the direction of the watchtower.