Peter Pan's looks are deceiving

Part 2

I took his outstretched hand and stepped forward tentatively when I heard a pair of running footsteps nearing closer to my door. I disregarded it as my attention refocused onto a sensation of floating. I looked down and realized that my feet were floating 10 centimeters off the ground. I flailed around as I found my balance when the door flew open. My eyes shot towards the figure of my little sister who was dumbfounded. She screamed, "Brother! No don't go! He is a," and I got whisked away. I now know that what she meant was that Peter Pan is a horrible man. I have forgotten my sister's voice  but I still remember the desperation in her voice and the blood curdling fear that she conveyed to me. 

I was whisked away by Peter Pan just before she could finish her sentence and I immediately forgot about her as I flew into the night sky of London. We flew for hours when suddenly I felt like my stomach was tumbling and I had a vomiting sensation as I saw that we were plummeting downward at a rapid speed. I started to feel my body getting hotter as we neared the ground and began to panic. Peter Pan saw my scared face and told me to rest assured as we began to float downwards.

We landed in a beautiful field covered with flowers and with one big oak tree standing tall in the middle of it.  Upon closer inspection I noticed doors carved into the tree and figures walking past open windows. Peter Pan gestured to the tree and said, "This is Hangman's tree and this is also your new home, come and meet the other lost boys, they'll be so happy to meet you!" At the time I was gazing at the beauty around me and failed to register the daunting name of the tree. I sauntered into the tree confidently, ready for anything, and then I met the lost boys.

The lost boys are a strange bunch, they are all lively boys my age and even younger and all were dressed in animal costumes. The fur seemed real to me even from a distance. The strongest boy in the group, presumably the leader of the lost boys, walked up to me and just as I reached my hand out for a handshake he punched me square in the face.

I stumbled but didn't fall to the ground, clutching my aching and bruised jaw I punched him back with all my strength. I had punched him in the nose but it had only caused a slight nosebleed. He then swung his muscly leg into my stomach leaving me winded and panting for breath. I started seeing black at the edges of my vision as I dropped to the ground before he crushed my skull. I coughed and saw that blood had stained my hand. I looked up at the boy above me whose face was very close to mine taunting and teasing me and as a last resort I poked him in the eyes and scratched his face red. I punched him once more, this time in the stomach, and luckily hit a breathing muscle causing him to collapse to the floor. 

Cheers erupted around me as all the lost boys began congratulating and patting me on the back. The strong boy from the fight gets up from the floor and apologizes for the fight. The lost boys explain to me that the fight is an initiation, one that not many people get through in one piece. I sighed with relief since I realized that I was now accepted as a lost boy. Even Peter Pan clapped me on the back, praising me. In my happiness over my victory I failed to see a beautiful fairy crying over the wounded lost boy that I had fought and won against.

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