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| Topic Started: Jul 25 2008, 08:32 PM (92 Views) | |
| Thumbelina | Jul 25 2008, 08:32 PM Post #1 |
 
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It was a rather cold day for Maia. She was used to it, the cold, but it brought back memories--oh those horrid memories!--of all the horrid thing that she had endured. A frightened sigh left her lips, remembering. She was so lucky to be here. How had she, a mere flower child, someone so unimportant it hurt to hear her name, become this: a queen. Not just any Queen, Queen of all flowers. It was such a wonderful honor, such a dream, such an impossible feat to have happen. And so many had helped her, believed in her. Oh she was grateful, all right. Grateful to this kingdom, to her mother, to the swallow, and most of all to her King. Oh my darling, why did you leave? She wondered sadly. Trying to find something to play with, keep her mind off the past, Maia--previously known as Thumbelina--looked down at her hands. She was clutching a family album, one that had her entire life in it. Probably not the best distraction. Still she opened mindlessly to the first page. There she was! As a baby. So she had once been one. A tear pricked her eye. Oh! How she wanted a child, hungered to be a mother. But how? How was she to be a mother? She was a widow, so young too. And to... go off with another and reproduce was disgraceful. Still, she felt so empty. She needed someone, something. She had always been alone. True, she had been fond of her husband, but love... no. At least, she hoped what she had felt wasn't love, or it was missing all the magic and wonder she had heard of in books. she blushed at thinking such thoughts. She needed to be faithful to his memory. She shook her head. She was slightly far from her home. And she needed to get back to the palace soon, before a human, full sized, found her. Or a frog or... Edited by Thumbelina, Jul 26 2008, 10:13 AM.
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| Peter Pan | Jul 25 2008, 10:43 PM Post #2 |
 
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"Through the sloping hills and mountain peaks did he roam..." Peter mumbled quietly through himself as he pushed through brush, stepping underneath and around low hanging branches. He did this often--he would leave Neverland without any of the Lost Boys, without Moira--all to explore the wonders of the nine kingdoms. It was only recently that he had discovered the seventh kingdom--and then those beyond it. That he discovered they could even leave Neverland without being sucked into the aging world that lay beyond the magical land. It was being in Neverland--the magic surrounding it's trees and forest--that kept Peter, Moira, and the Lost Boys ageless. There was a fear that if they ventured outside the land, they would age rapidly but the magic was still strong within all the nine kingdoms that it didn't happen by any means. A few extra minutes, an hour maybe--that was all they aged. But Peter didn't quite understand all of that--all he knew was that the kingdoms were safe (as of right then) and that the fairytales he loved and knew so well were real around them. "...through falling rock and hot lava he passed until he met his speckled foe." Peter went on, sneaking forward as he was captured in his own little story. He peaked through the brush for a moment, peering through the leaves as if the antagonist of his story was there. A second later he sprang through them, jabbing out his wooden sword in the air. "'Stand tall and fight like a man!' his foe shouted." Peter's voice was getting louder as he threw his head back, pretending to the be the hero's adversary. "A man!? Never!" Peter responded, swishing and jabbing his sword through the air at the invisible foe. A second later he stood, doubled over as if stuck in the stomach with the point of his own wooden sword. He made a fake choking noise before dropping to the forest floor below, his cheek pressed against the underbrush as he 'died' from the hero's sword. A second later his eyes snapped open and Peter moved to stand back up and go on his way throughout the rest of the forest but he stopped, spotting something among the brush. At first he was certain he saw it wrong but as he waited a few seconds longer, Peter was absolutely certain it was a little creature no bigger than his finger. He grinned wide and didn't dare shift in his spot. "You there--are you a faerie? I didn't know there were faeries outside of Neverland--but you haven't got wings...what kind of faerie doesn't have wings?" Peter asked with a frown--he had been around his own share of the fluttery creatures with Tinkerbell and none of this made any sense. |
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| Thumbelina | Jul 26 2008, 10:12 AM Post #3 |
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Maia closed her eyes in fear. She had just been about to leave. And now someone had found her. It was her own fault for lulling around here. She turned to the voice and unwillingly her head lifted. This voice was really tall. Maia gasped. She knew this boy, she had heard of him. Her memory, however, decided to fail her, so she decided to simply introduce herself. "Well I'm not a fairy." She said with a kind smile, trying not to show the terrible fear inside of her. "Rather, I'm just a small person. A flower child, actually." She added. Oh she was doing a horrid job of fixing this up. Maia cleared her throat. "I'm Maia, Queen of the flower kingdom." She finally finished. Without waiting for a response, she climbed up the plant she was currently on until she was on a leaf much higher. It took seconds and then she finally saw everyone. This boy wasn't alone. He had a couple of other... moan... large people with him. What was this, a circus? They were all staring right at her. "And you are?" She asked, looking the main one in the eyes as she sat down. |
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| Peter Pan | Jul 26 2008, 11:27 AM Post #4 |
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"A flower child!" He exclaimed excitedly, eyes dancing and shining. Peter was childish in every way--both by nature and by self force--and in moments like this it showed. As arrogant as the boy could be, he was fun and excitable too. It was as she moved up the plant to a higher perch that Peter sat up, shifting in his spot so he was sitting with legs crossed under him. He brought his chin up high and grinned a little wider than before. "I am Peter Pan--leader of the Lost Boys." Peter leaned far over and let a grin befall his face. "I have fought through forests bigger than this one and fought foe taller than the sky itself--a foe with a nasty hook for a hand--" He recreated the hook with his own index finger. "--and an even nastier temper...but don't worry! I sliced him and jabbed my sword into his stomach and ripped out everything." Peter exaggerated, the silly grin still on his face. All of his stories were embellished--derived from truth, yes...but embellished no less. "I have never seen a flower child before--are there a lot of you? Can you fly still?" Peter asked after a moment, slouched forward with his elbows resting upon his knees. She intrigued him--this little creature was something he could tell the boys about when he got back, another wonder of the nine kingdoms he had learned of. "Were is the flower kingdom?" He added on as an after thought, the questions spilling out of his mouth rapidly, fueled by his excitement. |
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| Thumbelina | Jul 26 2008, 05:54 PM Post #5 |
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Maia looked up, quizzical. As soon as he said his name, she blushed a deep red. Now she remembered his name, and who he was. She did a small curtsy before sitting down to listen. Her lips twitched in amusement at his adventures. She didn't doubt him at all, rather the excitement and exaggeration he used made her hopelessly entertained. "A pleasure to meet such a brave person." She said with a chuckle. Maia smiled. "I believe I am the only flower child I know. My mother wanted a child, and begged a witch for one. The best she could do for an unmarried, single woman with no affairs was to give her a child of the flowers. I was born in a flower. Alas, I cannot fly." She said, a twinkle in her eye. "But my dead husband could. As for the flower kingdom, really it's everywhere. All the flowers in the kingdom, except for the mythical tenth kingdom, of course. But the center of my kingdom is in this forest, as it holds so many flowers." She finished. |
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