Only in Neverland (under revision)

Adventures To Be Had

Just as Peter had promised, he flew back into my bedroom the next night. So Angela and I stayed perfectly still in our beds pretending to be fast asleep. The truth was that my eyes were slightly open.

He came over toward my bed, muttering angry words. I was trying to ready myself for the scene about to unfold when he just stopped. Dead in his tracks he stopped. I don't know the reason for it, but he was studying my face.

Was it because he had realized that I was not truly asleep? Or was he simply dozing, wide-eyed? He pulled his eyes away when a small golden glow fluttered up to his head and I heard a petite cracking sound. Whatever she had done, it was another of her mischievous, bad behaving actions.

"Tink!" he whispered, sternly. The fairy feigned a look of bashfulness and Peter smiled at his little friend. "You remember the plan, right?"

High pitched squealing followed his question. "You are not the only ones with a scheme, Peter Pan," I thought, as a mental response.

Peter kept creeping nearer and nearer to the side of my bed. When he reached it, he sat down on the edge.

I took in an unnoticeable breath, bracing myself for the next move this strange boy would make. He pulled away the covers, pulling out a knife and a piece of rope. He looked around when Tinker Bell didn't come to help tie me up and take me to the mermaids, I assume. This meant Angela had done her job.

 My chance was now, and I took it.

I lept from my bed and grabbed Michael's and John's swords. These were the swords used decades and decades ago in the battles between my ancestors and the pirates of Neverland. We still kept them at the ends of our beds and I took them out for the occasion. I threw one to him, knowing he liked a fair fight. He looked startled, but being given a weapon, he understood that this was a battle. I would fight for my life and I would fight to put Peter in his place.

"You think that you can take on such a wondrous swordsman as I?" he asked, just like the cocky person he seemed to be.

I lunged at him, catching him off guard, but I also surprised myself, and he had the advantage once again. He pulled at my hair, making me wince, and held me with my back to him. He put the edge of the cool metal to my neck and I didn't dare take in the slightest breath. And then I remembered that Angela was still near her bed, probably stuffing Tinker Bell into her bedside table drawers. My heels clicked together three times - the sign we'd agreed upon using if we were in trouble and needed help.

Angela sprang up from the ground and dashed toward me. I handed her my weapon and in doing so, couldn't help but think of all the bad things that could happen to her with a sword. I knew she was very bright and strong, but I wouldn't be able to bare it if something were to happen to her. And neither would Mother and Father.

 Her sword was put to Peter's neck as she threatened, "Step down, or your head will be hanging on my wall as a reminder of the day I defeated Peter Pan."

"Angela!" I scolded. "Do not speak in such ill-mannered ways. You will be doing nothing of the sort."

"Oh yes I will," she retorted, in a rebellious tone.

I sighed not being able to do anything about it, as I was currently in no position to be arguing—my throat could be slit at any moment. To my surprise Peter did end up lowering his blade. I turned to face the two, so it couldn't happen again.

"I didn't do it because of you; I did it on my own terms. The only reason you're not dead is because you're a girl, and even a band of pirates wouldn't murder a lady," he sounded angry that something was holding him back from dispatching me.