** 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...
An incredibly annoying jingling sound made Peter's eyes pop open.
"Tinkerbell!" he grumbled, trying to shoo the little fairy away with a few hand movements and a certain 'Shoosh!'. He wanted to go back to sleep and turned to the side. But the fairy tugged at his hair until he finally sat up in his net, where he always slept. Leaves and feathers tumbled to the ground, but Peter didn't care.
"What's the matter!" he grumbled irritably at Tink. He didn't have the nerve to play with her today and didn't feel like teasing the Natives. But then Tinkerbell, breathless and ringing wildly, told him that the pirates had captured Wendy and the others.
"I'll save them!" he proclaimed, rushing for his weapons. A short time later, he was flying away at breakneck speed over the treetops of the Neverland Jungle towards Cannibal Cave.
As Peter saw the rocking ship and hid in the thicket, his eyes latched onto the figure of Hook swinging the hook and trying to intimidate the children on deck. He lifted his hand and looked at the gleaming blade in his hands. Moonlight fumbled over it, making it flash, and Peter turned it until he could see his own reflection in it.
Bright green eyes under the wild hair, the round and clean face. No square jaw, no shadow of a beard. No lost years, no magic blade ... and Peter kept turning the blade until a brilliant light in the sky showed in it. As if he was afraid to lift his gaze and peer ahead. Only then did he raise his gaze to look up into the night sky. All the stars were twinkling in the dark firmament, but two of them shone particularly brightly.
"Athar ..."
At this moment Peter ... remembered. He remembered everything.
Of his mistakes, his suffering, and the only kiss he had ever given away.
"Sitara," he murmured, and then he felt his heart flutter and hurt at the same time.
His wish had come true.
He had sacrificed his victory over Hook, his oh-so-precious triumph, for a second chance ... a chance for them all. For Wendy, John, and Michael and his Lost Boys. And for Hook and the pirates too. A second chance for him not to make the same mistake again. Because, as Sitara had said, this island and this dream were their home. His as much as the pirates'.
Last time he had made an oath: Hook or Him. He did not want to repeat that vow of this fateful night.
Peter had a different plan as he flew towards the ship this time. When he hid in Hook's cabin and let out the loud, significant crow, fate changed forever.
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When Peter had freed Wendy and everyone else, he accompanied them to London. Mrs. Darling's offer to adopt him along with everyone else might have been tempting at another time.
Today, however, Peter grinned as the houses below him grew smaller and smaller, and Peter rounded Big Ben in a twist, then turned steeply off into the sky. The Darling children were alive, and his Lost Boys were no longer lost.
Happy thoughts carried Peter higher and higher up into the night.
He flew over seas and oceans; it became light and dark again, birds passed him by, and he teased the mermaids on his way.
He giggled with the little stars, but only one thing drew him back: Neverland. His home, the dream full of endless adventures. The place where everything could happen and come true that one could only imagine.
Maybe he had once been born somewhere, or perhaps the stars had plucked him from a child's dream like so many other things. In the end, it didn't matter to Peter. He was the hero of Neverland; he was Peter Pan!
And as he flew past the two twin stars, he paused and told the shining little lights about his latest adventures. About how he had defeated Hook but left him alive because that way, he could experience many new adventures with the old stockfish.
He chattered and babbled until Tinkerbell grew impatient and tugged at the boy's hair. "Yes, yes, I'm coming!" said Peter, looking down at the island over which the sun was slowly replacing the night. The tired stars were already jingling wearily, fading and laying down to rest.
Only two did not. They adorned the sky above Neverland like rulers, and Peter was happy they were there to watch over them all.
The broad smiles pushed little dimples into Peter's cheeks, and as he said goodbye, he whispered to the second star from the right a new promise that Peter intended to keep until the end of time:
He would never grow up and have many incredible adventures for HER.
Sitara, the Morning Star.
HIS second star from the right.
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