Neverland

Chapter 25

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I walked with the girl back to the camp, “So, Lizzy, where’re you from?” I asked.

“It’s Izzy, and Albion,” she said quietly. She was very different from Kate. Kate was outspoken and strong. This girl was shy and looked like she wanted to melt right into the trees.

“Ah, Albion. I visited that world many years ago. I believe it was directly after King Arthur died.”

She looked at me, shocked, “You strange boy. You can be no older than eighteen. How on earth could you possibly have  been somewhere at a time before you were even born?”

I laughed at her question and continued to walk.

It wasn’t long before she found the guts to speak up again, “How did a boy like you find his way to Albion?”

“Oh, it was in my early days. I was looking for some answers, and I’d heard of a great warlock named Merlin, so I went to see him. He didn’t seem to appreciate my… er, my methods. I would have preferred the witch Morgana, but she was dead, so I settled.”

She looked at me with a stare of utter astonishment, “Who are you boy? Who can speak so freely of the pain and desolation brought to our land by Morgana Pendragon?”

“I’m Peter. Peter Pan, And let’s just say, I think Morgana and  I would have been best friends.”

She looked at me in sheer terror, and I tilted my head back and laughed.

We reached the camp, and I slung my arm around The girl’s shoulders. She tensed at my touch, as if preparing herself to run away. “Do I frighten you?” I laughed at her coldly. “If you are as cruel as you claim to be, then yes. I am very afraid of you, but I have good right to be.”

She was certainly correct about that.

“Well, Felicia,” I said as we made our way into the clearing, “here we are.”

“My name is Felicity,” she said, “and is this really where you live?” she glanced around her in fear. I recognized the look on her face. It was the look of a scavenger, a survivor, someone who knew how to scrounge and keep running. I was almost curious about it. Almost.

“Boys!” I called out, and they came out of their places, crowding in to get a glance at the new girl. Yes, I suppose she was pretty, but she was nothing like Kate. This blonde girl was as thin as bones, lanky, with long arms and legs, and classic blue eyes, whereas Kate was all curves and fire and auburn hair and striking green eyes that captured and held you in their gaze. They whispered and stared at her as if she were some type of circus animal. I remembered the same thing happening with Kate, but I didn’t feel the same compulsive urge to strangle them as I did then. Felix pushed his way to the front of the crowd, “Pan! Pan! I have news about-”

He seemed to have forgotten his words when he finally looked up. His eyes focused directly on Phyllis, and widened. He seemed at an utter loss for words. “Izzy?” he asked, his eyes looked as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.  “I’m terribly sorry, I don’t…” she looked scared and lost. “Izzy, it’s me, Felix.”

Now it was her turn to turn bug-eyed. “Oh my goodness! Felix is it… Is it really you?” she reached out hesitantly, as if she were afraid that if she touched him he would disappear, as if he were a ghost. “Yes, Izzy, it’s me.” “My God, I thought I’d never see you again!” she launched herself into him, and he didn’t even stumble, he wrapped his arms around her tightly. Of course, I could have guessed what was going on. I vaguely remember picking Felix up from Camelot, so I assume it was the whole, “Best friends since birth, going to be married one day, tragically separated, reunited at last, yada, yada, yada.” I rolled my eyes. Felix having a ‘thing’ with this girl was not going to coincide with my plans. However, I couldn’t help but notice how watching this exchange had me feeling oddly empty inside. I felt almost like…