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| Peter Pan | Jul 12 2008, 11:37 PM |
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"En garde!" Peter shouted loudly, puffing out his chest as he bent at the knees slightly and held out his sword. There was a boisterous grin on his face as he threw back his head and laughed loudly, the sound echoing throughout the small clump of trees they were stationed in. "You there...do you accuse me of such lies? Do you have proof that I--Peter Pan--would twist the truth so? There's absolutely now way--not now, not in two minutes, not even by dusk." Peter jabbed his sword forward slightly, grin only growing in width as he stepped forward. There was challenge in his eyes--a playful, exciting challenge. "I'm telling the truth and nothing you can say will change it--Moira will tell you, won't you? You'll tell them I'm not lying, right?" Peter looked to her with wide eyes before he dropped his sword and shoved it back into his holster. He crossed his arms over his chest and propped his chin upwards into the air as he looked down at Slightly, one of the Lost Boys he had long ago taken shelter with. They were his friends, they were his family--if any part of Peter would accept responsibility for something, it would be for the lives of this boys. "I have met her--the queen herself, from the stories we heard so long ago. I have!" He said as he strutted forward, moving around Slightly in a circle before he stopped suddenly and jerked his head around to face the younger boy. "And is she beautiful...better than all the stories we heard, better than any of you could imagine...she is, she really is. I swear it!" Peter told him as if he had questioned his words a second time. "I have met Queen Cinderella--she is as real as the fairies. I can show you too--I can prove it!" Peter moved quickly to climb up one of the trees, swinging himself up onto a large branch and peering down at the group below. "Listen I tell--listen to me, all of you--now!" Peter balanced on the branch before swinging down to sit on it, leaning far down onto his stomach as he grinned. "I spoke to her--right to her face. And you know what she said? Do you?" Peter moved again, sitting up straight and puffing out his chest. "She said that I was the best boy she had ever met. Did you hear that?! A boy! The best, in fact. And then she gave me this--" Peter pulled something out of a leather pouch attached to his waist. It was a flat red stone that glistened as he held it up, rays of light passing through it. "It's magic, she said. And it's to keep us young--" Peter paused for a moment in the silence around them before he grinned again. "Forever." |
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