Laughter echoed in his ears, then screams. Inside him, memories and thoughts fell wildly into place. Peter tried to clear his head. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried to get a grip on his feelings and thoughts. But there was so much guilt and so much pain that it took his breath away.
His heart pounded violently against his ribcage, drumming in... Panic. Yes, he - THE Peter Pan - felt the frosty grip of cold claws closing tighter and tighter around him. Never before had he fallen uncontrollably. The heights he loved were transforming into his enemy.
His breathing was heavy, panicky, and rapid. The wind rushed so wildly in his ears that he could hardly hear his own thoughts.
There was only the sight below him that he had always loved so much. The island, the water, the sky above him, and the twinkling stars. He kept falling, faster and faster, further and further towards the water. His limbs felt numb and heavy. So incredibly heavy. Peter bit his lips together so hard he tasted blood.
Blood.
The dark planks of the Jolly Roger appeared before his eyes, stained with all the ruby-red witnesses of death and ruin. He saw the dead bodies... heard the laughter, and then Hook's sinister laugh echoed in his ears...
'You are too late, Pan! You have lost!'
Peter's chest filled with dark vengefulness.
No. He had not failed.
He was Peter Pan.
Peter Pan ALWAYS won!
At that moment, Peter let out a long, drawn-out, booming scream that got louder and louder. The sound seemed to have several highs and lows at the same time, sounded far from human articulation, but could not be clearly attributed to an animal either. An alienated wolf howl, a vibrating bass, coupled with almost metallic sounding tenor and sonorous baritone, as if several throats were singing at once. He drew out the sound until the last breath left his chest.
Then he sucked the air sharply into his lungs and stared breathlessly down into the darkness below. Rustling wind roared in his ears, as if the wind itself wanted to scream angrily because he had dared to even attempt this sacrilege. Peter already feared he had failed...
But then a new sound rose in the melody of the night.
The wild beating of countless wings rose as, at first, only blotchy, shadowy dots rose from the treetops of Neverland. They soared into the air, a vast cloud of countless birds of different sizes and colours. Their colourful plumage reflected in the light of the moon. As if in answer to Peter's call, countless bird calls rang out from ripped beaks, a melodic screech and trill accompanied by the rustle of beating wings.
Peter's lips finally parted. So he had not lost his abilities. HE could still change everything, make up for everything!
'There is only one way... but it comes at a high price Peter', Titania's voice murmured in his mind, 'You must be sure. You must not doubt.'
Searchingly, his sixth sense awoke within him. Like a writhing lizard it slithered down through him to the bare soles of his feet, groping its way into every lace of his limbs, then rushing back as if charged. Simultaneously, Peter's neck hairs stood up almost imperceptibly and he felt the air around him begin to crackle. It took only a few moments for him to notice the familiar warmth. The glow was back!
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When Stars Fall
Фанфіки** When a wish brings devastating consequences, Pan must join forces with a fallen star to stop the walking dead before Neverland sinks into eternal darkness. ** "We can sail away tonight on a sea of pure moonlight We can navigate the stars to b...
