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Past of a boy

Peter

Peter flew fast in a straight line barely avoiding chimneys. Tears stung his eyes as he flew. There was no way that he was going back to Never Land. The curse would come he would have to start over again. No, he couldn't let that happen again. Fealings where bad meant be hidden from sight. Only one person was left, somone who had stayed with and never forgot, Tinker bell.

Soon he was far away from his heart. His happiness left him and he fell like a rock in to the field below. The fall knock all the breath out of him. Black filled his eyes bringing him in to a memory.

Young in mind he wandered the beach of Never Land, yelling as he charged the waves and tried to leap over them. He failed every single time but that never bothered him. Every single day in this land was like this.

The sound of tinkling bells cought the boys attention just as he was leaping causing him to fall in to the wave. Laughing he rushed into the forest chasing a noise. The sound weaved through trees with ease leaving Peter behind. He burly managed to duck behind a bush as the sound flew into a clearing. Peaking out from behind branches and leaves he saw a great tree. Its curving branches reached up towards the sun. Warped roots poked out from the ground around the base of the tree. The most wondrous thing about it was the trunk. A part had been scoped out f the trunk leaving a cave. Peter decided to practis the crouch the Indians had tought him and sneak up on the tree. Crouching he slitherd forward like a snake till he reached the trees base slowly he lifted his head to look inside.

The inside of the trunk had been smoothed to a shine. Strange small houses were attached to the walls. Each house was different, some made of leaves others of mud. The bottom of this tiny village had streets crowded with winged miniature people. At the very back in the wall there was a crack. Flowing out was a shining gold dust that floated lazaly to the ground. All of the dust was cought in a bowl surrounded by fairys.

Peter had a idea many the dust was treasure! He had to have some of it. Tacking I deep breath for courage he thrust his hand in to the gold waterfall and grabbed a handful. All the fairys looked up and started screaming. Each voice like a bell, that ran into houses and bared the doors. Others took flight fleeing the tree. While all the panic surrounded him peter froze in shock. A single fairy flew straight towards him yelling in a twinkling voice that drowned out all of the others. This was the sound he had been following. The small girl started speaking faster and firmer to Peter. All he could do was shake his head in confusion. Annoyed she reached. In to her basket. Pulling out a handful of dust she threw it at him. As the dust settled he began to under stand snippets of what the fairy was saying. "How...dare...why..you...i !" Laughing at the tiny creature yelling at him Peter stumbled back and tripped over a root. Instead of falling he just floated in the air facing the sky.

Now a normal person would have been frightened but not him, long ago he swore to never be scared or unhappy again. After a little practices the boy was able to fly as gracefully as a fairy. Looking down from his perch on a branch he could see the fairy who had been yelling at him. She had blond hair pulled up into a messy bun, a green dresses with a small bag of dust at her hip, and smudges of oil on her face and hands. She had a red glow surrounding her that made it quite clear she was furious. She looked up at Peter and said "who are you?" Landing he gave a deep bow saying "hello lady, surly you have heard of me for I am the magnificent Peter Pan slayer of pirates" standing strait he asked "and you are" before saying anything she flapped her wings until she was eye to eye with him "I am Tinker Bell.

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