Peter Pan

Chapter 9-Jay

The figure in front of me was a woman. And when I say that she was a woman, I mean she was just a spirit, a ghost, something that can only be resolved. Her skin was white as fresh snow, her dress was as white and billowing like mist over the mountains after a chilly night. Her eyes were so accurately planned pledged that one could believe that she was not real. Her eyes glittered like a clear starry sky, even if they were gray. But even if they were gray so you did not have to think about it, because you can almost see the color she had in her eyes before she became a spirit. And her smile makes you think.

But even if she seems so kind, so she seems ancient, almost old. As if she has lived here for hundreds of thousands of years almost. And it makes me feel more at ease in a dark forest.

"I mean your real name"

"Silva arenam is my real name, little hominis"

"What?"

 What is she really saying, but it's a language I know.

"Little human"

Then go up the language that she speaks.

"Latin" I say without warning, but the spirit does not seem to think there is something strange.

"Of course, what else would it be for language"

When she said it, it was then a tense silence. A very strange silence. Spirit examined me from head to toe, to maybe see what she had to do. But there was no smile she had on her lips out a thoughtful expression.

"Who are you really?" asks the spirit.

"What do you mean, I'm just myself"

"Who are your parents?"

Spirit looks at me with a thoughtful expression. As if she was trying to see into my soul.

But when she asks the question bends my heart beat harder and faster. Who has the right to ask for my parents, who dose she thinks she is.

"What have you to do with it" I say sarcastically.

Before I have time to calm down, I open your mouth and continue.

"Who do you think you are", I say a bit too fast, and the spirit face expression changed as if it was set in stone. She perception stiff as a statue.

"You'll watch out you little hominis, you don't know who you are dealing with. You don't know what forces waiting around another corner. You don't know what shadows lurking behind you, the people who can betray you. Who can lead to your death" says the woman and don't let go of her eyes from me.

"So I would watch out if I were you. 'Cause I can make your destiny shorter and looser sense as long as you are here in my country"

Before I respond, he began to blow unbearable and a thick fog crept forward. But when the fog had settled, the woman was gone and I was standing there alone in a dark forest.

I thought it would be hard to find out of the woods, but it was not. After a moment stumbling  and some lacerations, I found a road that looked quite promising. Fats that are doing well all the roads in a forest if it is lost. But it felt right to go on the road, it was as if something drew me there. It kind of spoke to me in a silent language. A language I could not understand, yet know.

When the road ended met my eyes a glare. The glare from the sun himself. But I have not gone to the Indian village, I have gone all the way back to the beach. Though it is not the beach, on the last low no boats and fishing nets. The former were empty of things. But this beach reflects the movement and life. Joy and intense competition ability. It runs children and adults, men and forth to the boat. They pull out the boats in the water and they tie networks. Everything is in a mess, though such an organized mess.

But as I stood there and looked at the people, I began to realize that this was their home, they had done these chores throughout their lives, and nothing had changed. Wonder how long they've been here, how long kids have got to be kids and the old ones got to be old. Wondering never what may have happened to their old homes. It hit me then that I would actually miss my home, or whatever you call it. If I ever have had a home.

I wish my brother was here now so he could talk some sense into me and just give me a hug.

"Are you checking out Jay" says a voice behind me, which makes me jump.

I spin around and see that it's Peter.

"What?"

"I was wondering if you watched Jay" says Peter with a small smile.

I check on the guy he meant, and in some way so I got stuck with my eyes on him. His brown skin reminiscent of milk chocolate, and his black medium-length hair is set up in an attempt to look like a knot with grass. But he has not managed for some hair hanging down over his eyes as he sits on his knees and working next to a boat. His brown pants are dirty from sand and water. His sweater tied around the waist. The only upper body glistens with sweat. Around his neck hangs what looks like a claw or tooth of any kind.

But that's not what caught my attention, it was his expression. The eyes look so mild out and mouth are compressedat a stretch. But it is also his age, he could be as old as Fox. Or would have been as old as Fox.

 "He just reminds me about someone" I say finally.

Peter examining me with a puzzled expression.

"Are you sure?" he says a little more serious.

"Yeah, why would not I be sure"

But he's right, I'm not sure. I really do not know why I looked at him. But my brain wants to cheat me so that I can believe that it was because he was like my brother.

"If you say so. Then, well we go and talk to him" 

"Sure, why not", I say, and follow Peter's further out on the beach to Jay.

Jay looks up and stops its work when we get close. He looks at me an extra long time before he stands up and turns to Peter. 

"What is the honor I will talk to you, Your Grace Peter" says Jay with an amused grin. 

"Can you please stop calling me that " says Peter and rolls his eyes.

"As you wish, your grace "

It makes me laugh, a lively and happy boy with confidence don't  want a guy who is older than him, call him your grace. 

"But who is this little princess" says Jay and blinking with one eye.