Peter Pan.
It's been 3 days since I've found my sister and I don't think I've felt happiness like this since meeting Rose.
I realized that love makes people stronger. It's not weakness. I just wish I figured that out before I gave up my son all those years ago.
You see, when I was Malcolm... I began to get old while Amelia was stuck in the portal which transported her a few years forward in time,
As I was getting older, I gave up my only "weakness," my son.
The poor boy grew up without me all because I wanted power and eternal youth.
I don't know where he is anymore. Last I heard, he runs an antique store in a town in Maine.
"Peter, you're spacing out again," Amelia states with a chuckle.
I smile and respond,"I was just thinking about things from my past."
Amelia lays her head in my lap and looks up at me.
I begin playing with my sister's hair.
"So I heard about what happened with Hook a few days ago. Are you alright?" I ask with a concerned tone.
She nods,"Yeah. I mean my heart sinks when I see him... but he's out of the picture now. Felix had been keeping me from crying over him."
I raise an eyebrow, knowing that my best friend is interested in my sister romantically,"Felix is what?"
"He's distracting me. We go for walks along the shore and talk for hours. He tells me stories and I tell him stories," she recalls, a look of happiness coming over her face as she thinks about their time together.
I soften my body language. As much as I don't like this, Amelia has been through Hell. I don't want her to have to miss out on love just because I don't particularly like the idea of it.
"You love him," I state.
"I what? No way. Love is a strong word," she nervously babbles.
I shake my head,"Neverland has a way of bringing out the true feelings of people. That's probably why Hook and Emma were so careless about who saw them. That's why I was so acceptant of Rose. You love Felix."
Amelia sits up and looks me dead in the eye,"Do I really love Felix, Peter? What if he hurts me?"
I look at her and smile softly,"Amelia, the old me would never say this... but sometimes we get hurt along the way in love. You might fight sometimes, but at the end of the day you can't stay mad at each other. You love him and I'm sure he loves you."
She looks down and smiles,"Thanks. I really just needed to hear all that from you."
Amelia looks into my eyes,"It's nice to have a brother. It's nice to be loved."
I smirk,"Go on, then. Go have fun with the man you love. Tell him he has the night off from training duty."
Amelia smiles widely and hugs me, "Thank you, Peter. I love you."
She rushes out of the room and I feel my heart begin to beat normally.
It feels... bigger... and less black.
I look at the mirror on the floor a few feet from me and flick my wrist, in an attempt to use my magic to grasp it.
With a confused look on my face as to why the small mirror does not come to me, I come to a cross road.
I have to choose...
Love or Power?
