NEVERLAND [discontinued]

Tinkerbell

Chapter Three: Tinkerbell

        Wendy's laughs of carefully calculated delight followed them through the large tree trunk, as they watched Peter whittle a block of wood.

        "Well, Ferr told me about Hook being rude, but I thought..." Peter rubbed the patterned wedge. "Well, in the end he'll do as he's told. He knows that Wendy will decide soon, and when that happens I won't be able to stop her. Not like last time."

        Michael exchanged an alarmed look with John, "Are you sure?"

        John continued for him, knowing Michael's voice was still sore and damaged from the fire from long ago, "Why not? No matter how many girls came, Wendy knows she's the one you kept. Why wouldn't she listen when your shadow could send her back?"

        "The shadow no longer answers to me."

        "But," John hesitated, no longer speaking as freely knowing Peter's shadow could be near, "how? It's your shadow."

        "No. It's the shadow of the Lost. It belongs to no one, and only answers to Neverland. Neverland told it to listen to Peter Pan, but Pan loves no girl.  Pan broke the laws that bind everyone on Neverland. Besides, I was not always Peter Pan," Peter got a faraway look in his eyes. "I used to be another boy. Then a Lost Boy. But one day, I woke up and I was the last Lost Boy. The wars with the Brave Girls and Pirates have been stopped because of Wendy, but they were horrible. We thought it was just a game, and we were fine. But now..."

        "So who were you?" John asked eagerly. "Where's the old Peter Pan?"

        "I don't know who I was. And I am Peter Pan. I remember how the true Pan looked and how different I looked, and this body is his, not mine. I know what I know, but I don't know the details. I know I didn't used to live here, and I know that I am old. But I do not know who I used to be. It's as if someone told me these things, not that I remember them."

        "But what happened? Can't you remember anything?"

        "Well, yes. I remember something. Well, two things. I remember two names."

        "Which are?"

        "Aerwyn. Aerwyn and Tinkerbell."