The Legend Lives On

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

Peter Pan's point of view

The hideout was as quiet as it always has been when I'm in alone. It was something I've grown fond of since May's release from Neverland. In fact, the whole island was as faint as the moon; only the roaring of the wind and the droplets of soft rain was heard. Emptiness and silence.

My assumption was that the lost boys were off playing a game in the forest, such as hide and seek and follow the leader. Maybe not, for the leader, which is I, was not present.

Games had seemed not so enjoyable at this time. Sure, it was nice to forget everything and pretend now and then, but it was also nice not to.

Something inside me has changed. Since May's absence, I'm different, and I didn't like it. I'd not soon admit this out loud, however.

I decided to go exploring the island, visiting the places I love and haven't seen in a while. I couldn't sit here and think anymore, for thinking was not the right way of living. And as all Neverland natives know, to live is an adventure.

As soon as I stepped out of the tree stump, Tinkerbell appeared by my side. She was showing but one emotion; concern.

I waved her questionable expression off as the corner of my mouth curved. I had missed Tink by my side.

Tinkerbell was cheery now, following me along wherever I seemed to head. I flew circles and circles around Neverland, until finally taking a break near The Fairies Hollow.

As I sat on the stump and fiddled with my wooden pocket knife I had carved a while ago, Tinkerbell went inside the pixies tree to visit with her friends.

In too short time, she returned to my shoulder, a frightened look on her face.

As I noticed her feelings, I whipped around to see what she had been referring to.

What I saw was an empty tree in which housed the fairies. Usually it was filled with bright and shining, tiny pixies, but this time, there was nobody to be seen.

"What's happened?"

Tink only shrugged her shoulders, an expression of panic reflected from her face.

Something peculiar was happening, and I think I knew the culprit. It was that retched pirate again. He was up to something sneaky, but I had cleverly caught him in the act.

"Don't worry, Tink. We'll find them." I assured her, anger creeping up my spine.

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Shaelynn's (May's) point of view

"Have a great day back at school, dear." The lady at the front desk wished me luck as she handed me my schedule.

I found that I didn't need a schedule, for I remembered all my classes and where they are. It was because I associated things that I'd gone through or seen with where they were.

Hardly were there any positive events to remember. But that's why I was back; to fit in and find my place in this world.

I found my first class and let myself in, approaching the teacher at the end of the classroom. I made sure I was early so I wouldn't draw attention when I talked to them, so the room was empty.

I read the name from my schedule. "Hi Mrs. Wilbur? I'm May-"

My eyes grew wide with embarrassment. "Shaelynn...I was here earlier in the year."

At the sound of my name, Mrs. Wilbur knew all about who I was, and thankfully, forgot that it had looked like I forgot my own name at first. They must have told the teachers what had happened to me; or what I had told everyone. Only I knew the truth.