The Legend Lives On

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 13

Peter's Point of View

It was odd. Not in a bad way, it was positively odd, in an interesting way. I used to despise every part of love, but I had brought it upon myself for the very first time.

It frightens me into thinking that I must have aged more than I had planned by all of my trips to and from Neverland, but I didn't seem to be bothered by what I had become to feel like. It still didn't make growing okay, but there were no more problems as to that, because I would not age a second more from now on. I would not have a reason to leave Neverland because I have found May, and she will stay.

The last thing I needed accomplished for the perfect life, was to finish Hook and his crew off.

For that, I would need a little help. I could handle it myself, it would just be easier and faster if I brought others along. This meant that the Lost Boys and May would have to shape up for battle, and be the best sword duelers that ever fought beside me in Neverland. They would definitely make it there if I would be the one to teach them.

Over the past years, I've picked up a couple of swords from battles against Hook's crew. This was a good thing, because our weapons would match in battle. I was on my way to dig up a few I had buried because I didn't have room on the hideout. We could use these to fight against the pirates.

We didn't need to have better weapons because we had something that Hook and his crew did not; and that was the ability to fly. Even if Hook gained this ability, I was far more experienced than he at flying.

Hook would be finished this time, and Neverland would be restored to the happiest place there ever was.

*Shaelynn's perspective*

Today I had something that I hadn't experienced in a while; something like a long lost memory. And that was a day to myself. Not that I didn't enjoy having the company of the lost boys and Peter Pan every day.

Being alone in Neverland felt surreal to me. It was just like many dreams I had had before; unreal. It sounds as though it is a good feeling, but in my situation, it was not so much. It only reminded me of the constant feeling that I always had in the back of my mind, but choose to ignore; that I didn't belong in Neverland.

With Peter Pan, that feeling seems to vanish at his presence; but as I am alone, it quickly grows.

The past experience with Peter Pan had not treated me the way I expected it to. I thought that as soon as we kissed, our relationship would be forever awkward. However, Peter Pan did not seem fazed at all by his doing; in fact, it was as if the kiss had never happened. As if it hadn't made a difference in anything.

I wouldn't fret, for all I had wished for was a friend beside me. It didn't matter what label Peter and I had, because I was simply happy with being with him. His reaction was more of a good thing than a bad thing. This meant Peter didn't have any second thoughts.

I entered the hideout with ease, as I swayed over to the small bed I had been given. I wasn't sure if I should call it a bed, for it was only a long pillow with a blanket, but I wasn't one to complain. It didn't matter if the bed was comfy, I just needed to feel at home.

Peter Pan had ordered me to stay inside the hideout which I had decided to agree to, but I wasn't sure if I was going to keep my word. That boy was bossy, but I knew it was because he needed to know that he was in charge and had final word. If I decided to leave the hideout for fresh air, Peter didn't have to know.

While the others were gone, I was going to work on my stories, remembering the tips that Peter and The Lost Boys had given me on how to make them more adventurous. I wanted to have them impressed about how much I had improved since the last story when I read it to them.