Peter raised his hands defensively when the shining figure pushed energetically against his chest. Only peripherally did he notice that she was much more petite than him. But the little pointed pebble that reminded him of his new circumstances did not have the opportunity to stab fast enough. It remained a sharp stone in Peter's imaginary shoe even then when the star's little pawing hands made him take half a step back. After all, what did he know what a star's wrath could do?
"Do you have any idea what you've done, PeterPan?!" the star hissed, and Peter's usually flippant grin slanted even more. Although he felt the warning tingle in his stomach, he couldn't help but think that the star reminded him of a Neverbird chick. They always fluffed their colorful, shimmering feathers, hoping to appear more prominent before enemies.
"Um ..." Witty. Peter tried to regain the thread he had been unable to grasp before. "I just wanted ..."
"I don't care what you wanted!" the star interrupted him harshly.
Peter blinked in perplexity. He was not used to being interrupted. Normally, only admiration surrounded him. But her expression was stern and hardened like the stone it was supposed to be made of. Peter wasn't sure whether to assign the feeling in his gut to admiration or fear. Not that HE would give fear any room in his world at all!
"This here is none of your little pranks!" the star continued with its rebuke, unperturbed of its yet actually always so imposing aura, "Look what you have done!" It pointed demonstratively with an outstretched index finger into the gloomy, yawning black night sky. Only a few little stars still clung desperately to the dark blue night firmament-lonely little lights in a sea of ink-black endlessness.
Something ... uncomfortable shifted in his chest. Something that had only recently became a concept to him and had been unwelcome from the first moment: guilt.
It squeezed and scratched in his chest, causing Pan to raise his hand and rub somewhat undirectedly over the web of leaves, spider silk, and bark that made up his clothing.
"How could you do this?!" the star raged, and now the slender fingertips ran into the dark blue waves full of gold-white shimmer. A fine dust of silver shimmer trickled over her shoulders as she did so, scattering like myriads of diamonds at her feet on the molten and blackened rock.
"I didn't mean to cut you down ... and neither did any of the others," Peter took the chance to raise his voice again now. He was still Peter Pan! The hero who had protected Neverland from the villain often enough!
Unfortunately, this seemed to make little impression on the star.
"It's clear to me what you wanted," she returned instead, polished, shaking her head, "I've watched you for so many years, Pan, listening to all your stories when the wind or the little stars told it. But you have done a terrible thing!"
The full lips formed a discontented curve. It reminded him of how Wendy had looked at him for not wanting to come to London with him. 'Disappointment,' he thought, not knowing why he should care, and it never usually did.
"I have to go back to the sky. Athtar won't be able to carry the weight of this world alone for long."
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When Stars Fall
Fanfiction** 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...
