The Second Star to the Right

The Boy Who Was Lost

He couldn't come up with a way to explain why he was holding Wendy's bow delicately in his fingers. It was almost as if he held it too tightly it would fade. Peter blinked a few times to ensure he wasn't just dreaming. The mermaid giggled obliviously.

"What is it Peter? It's just a silly old bow." Of course she wouldn't remember. Neverland had so many children visit. It was a shock that he even remembered Wendy.

Wendy Moira Angela Darling. He said to himself. He grinned inwardly at his newfound memory. Although he didn't think twice about its implications. Yes, little by little, Peter Pan was willing himself to grow up. The magic of Neverland was fading before his eyes and the only thing he was worried about was the owner of the bow in his hands.

"Don't you remember who this belongs to mermaid? Where did you get this?" Peter straightened himself to seem more authoritative. It obviously worked on such an easily persuaded mermaid.

She shrugged and giggled, still twirling her stringy brown hair between her fingers. He silently wondered why mermaids never had wet hair, as he never thought about it much before. Peter Pan never thought much about anything really, only himself and his own glory. "It just fell down from the sky. It's so pretty don't you think? Oh Peter, don't you like it? You're acting very strange this evening. Would you like to play?"

Play? The words seemed slightly offensive to him at the current time, which was also troubling. Normally he would have taken her up on the offer. Wendy was in trouble, and she wanted to play? He almost scoffed, but kept his authoritative attitude. "No time for playing now. Do you remember Wendy?"

He didn't know why he asked. The answer was already known. Inhabitants of Neverland almost immediately forget visitors right after they leave. It saves them the heartache of missing someone and not being happy. Peter always forgot about the children he took to Neverland, except now. Even his memories of Wendy's brothers were fading.

She has 3 brothers, right? He had thought to himself. No...that doesn't sound right.

"Who's Wendy?" She asked in somewhat of a jealous tone. Pride swelled up in him slightly. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was making someone jealous. It quickly faded once he remembered the real reason why all of this was happening.

"Never mind. You said it fell from the sky right?" He pointed upward with his free hand. She nodded and Peter got up, brushing the dirt off of his knees and placed both hands on his hips, sighing and looking up. "I can't fly..." He mumbled to himself dejectedly.

The mermaid opened her mouth to speak, but she said nothing, for he didn't give her any time to. Peter walked away, clutching the bow in his right hand. Darkness enveloped the trees and the forest as he walked deeper into it, toward Skull Rock. If there's anything he could do, he could see if Captain Hook had her like he used to. Then Peter would fight him and win, and all would be right with the world.

These ideas were brightening his thoughts until a voice from behind the trees startled him. "Peter Pan...whatever are you doing?

His heart almost stopped and he closed his eyes. It had to be a trick of Neverland. The voice that sounded like Wendy's...wasn't Wendy's. Or was it? Moving closer to the tree where the voice came from, a figure also moved to reveal itself.

The color blue had never made him so happy before.

"Wendy? Wendy!" He said, assured that it was her. She grabbed him and enveloped him in a tight hug, giggling and blushing immensely.

"I thought you forgot about me! I was so scared I'd never see you again Peter..." She mumbled into his ear.

His heart was racing so fast he paid no attention to the fact that her hair was put up, without the bow he was holding.