Peter Pan and Me

PETER PAN AND ME

chapter 31: LAKE OF TRUTH, LAIR OF DECEIT


Relationships of love are strange. They range from in between extreme
hate and extreme adolescent romantic visions of the couple being one
person. Yet in truth, nothing is either extreme. Real people can't be the
other person and no one can be that person or that lover who cannot, in
turn, be that person. You can't make yourself over in that person's image
or that person can't make you over in his image. Unless, of course, you
are Peter Pan or his lover or have his spirit in you. Then maybe. Just
maybe. But real relationships, with real sex, involve one person maybe
pushing into the other person's boundaries a bit and maybe a lot. That
person may say, "Whoa, slow down, slow down" and may back off or get the
other person to back off. And then that very same person may get the hint
that the first one loves them so much, so they push back and push that
boundaries back to the first person, thinking that is what they want.
Then that first person, who previously was the pusher, gets his or her
boundaries pushed and they go, "Whoa, slow down, you're obsessed! Back
off! Calm down!" And both are right. Relationships grow from boundaries.
And boundary pushing.

The dark form kicked the bowling ball on the track and the bowling ball
on the track, a sort of Rat Trap Game that the Twins that used to live
here created. The bowling ball moved and hit the bottom of a pulley and
that hit the bed we were on and it snapped up into the wall, throwing all
of us off it, and sending Barry inside the hole in the wall. "Help! Get
me outta here!"

"Later, Barry, you'll be safer in there, me thinks!" I yelled. I picked
myself up from the floor. "Seth, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to kill all of your kids!"

The dark form threw a knife at the basket that held Bo and Jennie, the
basket having failed to come down on the rope when the bed fell. Je'ne
and Sole were still on the floor, asleep still, I think. In each other's
arms. The dark form threw a sword at them. I went wide eyed and
cartwheeled. My feet hit the knife away from the basket and as I did
that, I also snatched the sword up in my hand. I rushed the figure and
put my head first into the figure's belly, knocking it against the wall
and sending me falling. I got up again and moved at the figure, one fist
hitting his arm, the other driving the sword toward the figure's side. I
was a mother fighting for her kids' lives. Sole and Je'ne woke up and saw
the sword that almost hit them and got up again. I rushed the figure
again and again but kept getting knocked away by it's fists. "Why are you
doing this? Seth?"

"I already told you! I am going to kill you all! Once and for all, for
invading my house!"

"Your house!" I screamed, getting up off the floor. "This is my house!
Peter's house!"

"Exactly!" Peter walked out of the shadows. It was Peter but the
voice...sounded like Seth. At least it did. Was I dreaming.

"Peter, you, you're alive!" The boys screamed and started to run toward
him.

I put my arms out protectively, "Wait, something's wrong! That's not
Peter!"

"Of course I am!" Peter stepped out of the shadows. He had red hair and
red pupils. He wore the same outfit he always did: leaves and vines and
stuck together with juices from trees. "If I weren't Peter, could I do
this!!!" He flipped over and over at us and the boys parted, some pushed
by me. I jumped up and grabbed his ankles and flung myself with him to
the wall of the cave. We hit the side of Wendy's bookshelves and the
books came flying down with us. Peter laughed but it was Seth's laugh and
it was evil. Totally evil. He twisted in my hands and turned, flew in the
air, my hands still on his ankles. He bent up and punched with both hands
and I fell off. He flew at the boys. I picked myself up and made a stern
face of not giving up and flung myself at him again and we collided in
the air, me taking him to the other side of the cave and hitting the wall
there and the table, which came loose from the wall from the impact.

"I won't let you hurt our...my children!" I yelled. Peter laughed and
grabbed me tight, in a bear hug. Pulling me close to him. He flew up out
one of the holes. In the air outside, the morning was mild and a warm
summer breeze blew in.

"Peter! I can't breath!" I gasped.

"I know!" Came the startling and power driven answer. "This is your end
and my freedom again!"

"What..." I could hardly talk as he squeezed me tight, chest to chest,
his arms behind me, "...do...you mean?"

"I'm going to kill you! NOW!" Peter stuffed me into him some more and I
choked.

I managed to bring up my leg high and moved his so that I could kick him
where I often wanted to blow or suck him. I kneed him hard and he let go
and I flew back a bit to catch my breath.

"OW!" Peter looked at me like a wounded child.

"Peter, I..."

He attacked again like a savage animal of the night. But it was morning
now. He grabbed at me, punched at me, kicked at me, clawed at me. I was
able to get most attacks blocked but a few got in and my face had
scratches and bruises. I was sure I would get a black eye. But I was
fighting for my life and the life of the boys, my life I didn't really
care about, it was basically over the moment Peter died. But now he's
back...from outer space or heaven or who cares? I kicked him in the chest
and he spun away, only to turn right back around and dive right at me
again. Like a rocket. "I can kill you all without my sword or knife! My
bare hands around your throats is all I need!"

The boys came out of the underground house. They looked up. "There they
are!" Landen pointed and flew up first.

"Landen!" Sole followed him, "Don't get close, they'll kill you!"

"Mother and father are fighting again," Rico puffed.

"But this is serious!" Pare said and flew. Rico followed and so did the
others.

Peter had his hands around my throat and was squeezing. "Pe....tah!" I
shut my eyes. "Don't....kill them."

Peter was wide eyed and his red hair made him look even wilder. Still
cute though. Great. I was being killed by the best looking male in the
whole world or any world. My air was cut off. I grabbed at his wrists but
couldn't move them far. Suddenly, he let go to swat. He swatted Landen in
the chest and swatted Sole. Sole went flying to a tree and hit it and
slid down it. He yelled. Landen was able to turn in his swatted errant
flight and he landed, stomach to tree branch and he was there, laying on
the branch, hanging over it like a limp doll. Aoi was yelling and
following Pare and Rico. Peter laughed, "Bring it on!" He rose up and
kicked both Pare and Rico with a foot each and they went sailing upward
into the clouds, hopefully not too far. Could the boys breath in outer
space without Peter. I gagged.

"Boys, stop!" I managed to say. I gasped to the fairy to help Pare and
Rico, who were already in outer space and choking to death. The fairy boy
launched up, this time without a battle in following my orders. "Don't
interfere, you..." I realized in my recovery, that I sank down a bit.

Aoi sailed at Peter with sword and knife raised, yelling a war cry. "The
sons try to kill the father!" Peter said as he ducked under Aoi bodily,
grabbed his legs and flipped him over and then rose up over him, kicked
his head from above and hit the top. Aoi fell but Peter followed, past
me. "Peter!" I yelled. "Stop iiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt!"

"Like hell!" Peter caught up to Aoi, who was blacking out, grabbed his
sword and knife and let Aoi fall.

Bo and Jennie rose up and grabbed Aoi's underarms, taking him down to the
ground, safely. The two smaller boys looked up. Je'ne tried to fly up
behind Peter and put a hand over his eyes. He actually did this but Peter
turned, knife out and slashed Je'ne's chest as Je'ne realized what Peter
was going to do and backed off. Luckily he was not cut deeply but Peter
moved at him and was held back. Behind Peter, Barry and Bailey held his
feet. Peter bent his body without moving his feet and his arms were now
over Barry and Bailey's upper bodies. Peter slashed at them with sword
and knife! They ducked and Peter flipped over, head to ground again and
then elbowed them both in their stomachs and they fell. To land in the
tree bush, moaning in pain.

"That all ya got!??"

Rollin flew from a tree bush and flung himself at Peter, head butting
Peter in the stomach. Peter was taken by surprise and flew off into a
cloud. I managed to shake my head and fly to Rollin, "Get outta here and
get the others out too! He'll kill you all!"

"No!" Rollin was adamant, "I'm staying to help you!"

"Look at everyone! They're wounded or helping each other!" I yelled and
then I slapped him as he began to protest by yelling at me back. He
looked at me and with anger. "Please go! I can stop him! You all can't!
Just leave!"

"He...will kill you!"

"Yes, that's right, I will!" Peter was there, almost as fast as
lightning, "But first I will kill you for what you just did!" He thrust
his sword at Rollin bare belly button but I was there and I slammed my
shoulder into the sword and got cut a bit, "AHHHH!" Peter yelled but it
sounded like a laugh.

"Rollin, get out of here!" I yelled.

Rollin listened this time and flew down to Bo and Jennie, to help them
get Aoi away. Landen and Sole were helped off their trees by Bailey and
Barry. The boys regrouped. Jennie looked at Bo and they shook their
heads. Rollin saw them take off, "No! Stay here! Chase said to...come
back!"

The two littlest lost boys rose up toward us. I didn't see them but Peter
did. At first he looked even more evil, "Don't think I have the balls to
slay and gore up even the littlest boys? Guess again! I'll rip their
little throats out!" But his words started to sound hollow. He started
to sound caring again. Even as he choked me. Again. Even while holding
his weapons. But then he stopped. "Bo. Jennie." His eyes started to
change back to green and blue. They alternated with each other and
settled on a mix of green and blue. His hair began to change back to its
natural blond.

"Peter, you are...."

"I am...." Peter said, "I am....gonna slay you!" He kicked me and kept
coming, his feet at my chest and he flung me down, down, down, down. I
flew with him. He sending me, centrifugal force. I saw a cave behind me
as I turned my head, "PETER! STOP!" I went into the cave hole and Peter
was there too. We were sailing through the cave. I wondered if there
would be a cave wall slamming into my back or was there another hole? An
exit? Peter laughed but it wasn't as evil as before.

We went out the other end of the cave but there was no hole, we were
kicked, propelled right through the dirt wall. I fell back onto the
ground, on a clear boulder. The cave section that we left out of was not
as level with the ground as the first. On the other side was steep drop
down to a giant red canyon, peppered with lime, yellow stone, and purple
dust and green flowers and cactus. The rock were on top of was a large
flat boulder but under it was a huge stick like formation of rock. The
boulder we were on was effectively held up by this thing, like a giant
seesaw. Now with us on it, it slowly moved back and forth, threatening to
fall off the rock slab that was a stick like shape. It gently moved back
and forth with our movements and the very wind. Peter was on top of me,
feet on chest. He put one foot on my stomach. My flesh on his felt good.
I was groggy. "What the hell's going on?"

"You are dying!" Peter was over me and lifted his sword up and in his
other hand he raised his knife.

"Wait!" I pleaded. "One final word before I go? One last goodbye?"

"Pffftt! NO!" He mocked.

"Even your sworn enemy, Captain Hook gave Wendy a chance to say goodbye!
Are you less then he?"

Peter was infuriated. The two boys were over us again. Bo and Jennie.
Watching. I saw them over his head. "Dont' interfere," Peter and I both
told them at the same time. It struck a chord in Peter that we said this
together.

Peter looked, "Say your goodbyes but not to me. To them!" He waved his
sword at the boys and than back to my heart.

"Peter," I laughed, "Peter, if this is to be it. Then I want you to know
something. I'm not afraid..."

Peter laughed, "Look at you! Of course you are! It's me Peter Pan who'll
kill you and make you feel it all the way to hell!"

"No, let me finish," I said, "I'm not afraid of dying. But let the boys
live?"

"Mmmmm, maybe yes, maybe no," Peter mocked me again.

"Your word," I said.

"Okay!"

"I'm not afraid for me. But for them."

"I gave my word and Peter Pan's word is as good as done!"

"I...I know. At least the Peter that I knew. I also am afraid that you
will forget me."

Peter looked at me. No mocking now.

"That you will never ....think of me. That you will be as if I were never
existing in your life. Never existed." Tears came to my eyes. "I can't
bear that. Don't forget me and think of the good times."

Peter's eyes started to well up. The sun was behind his head and his
blond hair waved easily in the calm breeze. And I knew I was still in
love with him. I knew even though his return wasn't as majestic as my
dream, that this would do, for he was back. But now...

"And the most fearful thing I fear is that you will be like you were when
Wendy first left. Or all the other girls...all the others, even John and
Michael and Slightly and Nibs...you feel alone. They all left you. I fear
you feeling alone. I never want you to feel that way again. Goodbye.
Peter, I...I love you. I love you, Peter more than life itself...."

Bo and Jennie were hugging each other. Peter turned back to glance at
them slightly. "Nibs? Slightly? John? Michael? Wendy? Who...who are
they?"

I gave a small laugh, "Peter, you are so you. But goodbye..."

Peter raised his sword higher and I felt peaceful. I looked at his smooth
hairless underarm. I wondered what heaven would be like. With him not
there? I wondered if I would like it or just have to wait a long time
before he came to me there. At least I knew the boys were safe. I hoped
they would be. Peter was crying and sobbing. He lowered his sword but not
into me. He dropped it. The knife too. I saw it fall by my head. I
blinked. Peter got off me. He kneeled on the rock. I looked up and saw
the boys break apart and come down. They landed and put hands on Peter's
back. I sat up and found him curling on the ground. "Peter....Peter..."
I put my arms around him and kissed his neck. I kissed his tears
goodbye. They were sweet. I kissed his cheek. "You're alright now." I
don't know how long the four of us stayed there but it was a long time.
Morning passed. Afternoon came.

Peter finally stood up, not quite himself but not evil either. "I have
come out of it," he said, weary. "I will go now."

I stood with him, "No, Peter, we forgive you..."

"I cannot forgive myself..."

"Peter, you have to. You never lost that before. Now, that you've been to
the other side, the ability to forgive must be stronger, not weaker."

"But there's something inside me, something they couldn't take out of me
because it would do me harm. It has to come out some other way. They
couldn't get it out because it's melded with me. My dark side. I know
what I have to do." Peter rose up and flew off so fast I couldn't see
where he was going.

"Peter! Come back! Peter! Peeeetahhhhhhhh!"
I made a move to follow him but he was already out of eyeshot. I started
to fly but emotion caught up to me. "Damn it!" I picked myself up,
"Toughen up!" I flew up but by now all the Lost Boys were in the air.
"You all okay?"

"Yes," Rico puffed, "The fairy saved us in outer space. Put some fairy
dust on us, more than usual. Let us breath better. Thanks."

"Thank him," I smiled. The fairy was on his right shoulder and kissed
Rico's ear, "He's in a good mood at the moment," I added.

"Was that really...." Je'ne began to ask, "Peter or was it Seth?"

"It wasn't Seth..." I said with all surety. "I was Peter. I mean it was
Peter. Peter Pan. Our Peter."

Landen looked at me and came closer to me, "But something's wrong. He's
not the same."

"I know and I intend to find out what!" I said, "And this time I don't
want any of you to follow."

"We won't." Rollin said.

They all floated there. I looked at them. None of them were too eager to
tangle with Peter Pan again. I can't say I blamed them. They were all
almost killed, except for Bo and Jennie. I was amused. "No one wants to
come, huh?"

Sole shrugged, "Wellll, we thought about it..." He rubbed his arms and
hurt side, "But we're too..."

"It's alright," I said and put my hand up, "Go back to the house but
stay ready to leave it at any time. Maybe go to it but don't go inside.
It's too easy a way for him to get all of you in one shot."

Scared eyes, Barry asked, "You don't think he'd come back to try to
finish us all off again, do you?"

I shook my head, "I doubt it, Barry, but in his state, I don't know what
to think. Just stay ready to flee. No, I don't want any of you to fight
him. Don't resist, just run or fly. I'm going to catch up with him
first...if I can. Okay, now go."

I flew as fast as I could away from them. No, I didn't think Peter was
going to kill them. I wouldn't have left them if I thought that. I think
his time for that stuff is over. I think it was something else in him.
But what? I flew over Neverland like I never have before, trying to
sense Peter, to sense him or smell him or pick up something. The Dragon
Shoals, Capt Kidd Cove, Capt Cook Cape, Hidden Valley, the Purple
Mountains, and the Mermaid Pool. They all passed under me and around me
as I searched Neverneverneverland. "Peter, where are you? How can I?"
How can I have been so stupid? I think it was Seth. I don't know how, I
just think it was. I must have been so stupid. So blind not to see it
from the start of all this fire stuff. Peter's death. The fires, Jennie
sensing something, the strange behavior. The strange dreams. The demon
dreams, making me want to believe Peter was a demon or the very devil
himself. How could I have been so stupid? I was so fooled. Shipwreck
survivor. Why didn't we...no, why didn't I go looking for that supposed
ship. But what was he? I didn't really care at the moment, I knew Peter
was on his way to kill him and I had to find out what would happen. And
once and for all I wanted to know the circumstances, I mean the exact
circumstances of Peter's death.

"Beautiful boy, come to me."

"What? Who said that? NO!"

It was a female voice. I thought maybe it was one of the mermaids calling
to me. It would have to be a super powerful mermaid voice though. I have
heard of such things before but they were more intelligent and
sophisticated than the mermaid vipers that lived in the lagoon. There was
what's her name, the octopus lady, Griselda or Haggatha, I forget her
name. But she rarely bothered anyone above the surface of the water and
when she did, it was mostly in a nice way. She saved Peter and Wendy more
than once and even Nibs. She was nicer than the more common mermaids. The
voice was not threatening but it was sure I had to obey it.

"Sensitive, kind boy, come to me."

"I said no! I can't right now, whoever you are! So don't...." I
screamed. A force more powerful than the wind grabbed me up and then
pulled me down. I was plunged headfirst toward a pine forest and past
trees and I had to shut my eyes, for the wind force was in my face and it
felt good but I couldn't see as my eyes teared up and watered and then I
was plunged straight toward a lake. In the center of it, I peeked you
see, and saw the center...was a feminine hand holding up a great big
sword. I plunged into the water right at the sword and I knew the sword
was the force that pulled me. The lake had me.

Peter was in Seth's pit cave. He saw Seth curled up comfortably in his
bed. Peter smiled. He went over to Seth's fishing pole and picked it up.
He knew it to be a thin saber. It changed as he recalled this
information. Seth: he was the cause of all this. Peter would kill him
now. "And this one I won't even wake up to kill. Bad form or not, he
deserves to die in his sleep." As Peter raised the saber, he heard a
voice.

"Read me." It was my voice.

"Chase, you know I don't read well."

"C'mon, Peter Pan, you can do it. I will help you."

Peter put the sword down near the bed and checked Seth. The older boy was
asleep, soundly. "But where are you?"

"It doesn't matter. Over here, come to me."

Peter went to the book shelf and looked at the books. He was drawn to
one. He opened it. My voice read to him, "And so the devil had a son
named Peter and making himself look like the great demon Pan, the devil
mated with a jackal headed demon and she had a son named Peter Pan. He
was brought into this world in a painful manner and his mother died as a
result. She was evil anyway and killed many people, many children in
their beds at night died because of her. This all pleased the devil.
Peter was lost for many years, plaguing mankind with diseases and
sicknesses that could not be named and some that could. A human woman,
most evil in her heart took him in but she knew Peter would leave her and
it cause Peter some great sadness that only the father of such evil could
love."

Peter blinked. "No." He turned the pages.

"Peter was one that was so selfish that he took young girls and boys from
their beds and brought them to a land that he made up. It looked nice but
the devil comes in the form of an angel of light. And Neverland was evil
underneath. It seemed friendly but at night it became the most evil of
places, the stuff nightmares are made of. Peter liked it thusly. So the
Captain named Hook came. We have met him before. And Hook set sail to
find the kidnaped children of London. Peter took them you see and you
know he brainwashed them, many of them could not even remember their real
families. He gave them some guff about them falling out of their prams
and not being claimed after ten days or so and so they came here. Peter
lies. Lies are the weapons of his father, Satan. I tell you that the Lost
boys were not merely ten days old. They were older. As Peter himself
was. See the drawing on page 120 and tell me that that is a baby boy
only one day old? No, it is Peter, son of the father of lies."

"I don't want to hear any more." Peter shut the book.

"But it's your truth. Whether you like it or not."

Peter opened the book. "And lo Peter killed the kindly Captain Hook, who
merely wanted to take the kidnaped children back to their families."

"And when Peter bored of Wendy, he merely didn't return for her but he
returned to take the one thing precious to her, her daughter Jane and
Peter made her as heartless as himself. And he did the same thing to Jane
and her brother Danny and all the rest. And their lives were worse
because of him. He was a blight on all humanity until he took up his own
knife and slew himself for fear of living."

"I...I don't believe it." Peter slammed the book closed. "I won't
believe."

"That's the point."

A symbol hit. Some lady was singing. It was ancient and kindly. I don't
usually tell you the music I'm thinking of when I'm writing but I will
now. It was something I heard before. Loreena McKennitt singing a song
called The Mystic's Dream. Her voice stopped and then a male choir took
over. It was all very Celtic and very nice. Calming. And no words, just
sounds, like a backdrop to a song. And then she began to hum with the
men. It was old but not evil. It was sort of nice. I awoke to a small
drip on my cheek. I touched it. It was not unpleasant. It was warm. I was
in the lake. In the water. Yet I was breathing normally. I was taking in
air and giving off air. And when I moved I felt as though I was moving in
open space. It was strange for I could see the water around me and the
bubbles. And the sloshing of the water as I moved but I felt perfectly
fine. Standing I saw I was in some kind giant undersea grotto with a
giant dirt roof over me. Looking up I knew I should be worried about that
dirt roof collapsing in on my head but in this place, I couldn't worry,
even if I tried. Well, not much. If it weren't for the feeling that Peter
was in deep trouble and needed me, to even stop him from killing or being
killed (again), I wouldn't have felt the need to leave at all.

But the walls were green moss and very pretty. Glowing with a nice humble
intensity. There was red and white and green. And purple. The ground was
soft to walk on. I knew where I slid into. It was like a giant womb.
Safe. Cushion like. Comfortable, calming. Peaceful and protective. I
wanted to cry I felt so safe. The Celtic concert continued but lower. It
was almost Paganistic. Now I don't believe in more than one god, that's
silly. But I do think there were lower beings, lower entities that some
people mistook for gods. Anyway, I explored this giant womb. I felt so
good here and warm and tingly. Like I did with Peter sometimes. Peter,
he'd be the reason I'd have to leave her. I moved to one side of the
walls and saw a mist covered mirror. I wiped it clean and got closer.

The female voice said, "As you get closer to it, your body heat will
reveal what is you. Your true self outwardly true."

I saw my brown hair. It had gotten long and thick, feathered back. Parted
in the middle. I looked at my whole body as the water bubbles on the
mirror started to form as I pulled back, "What is this? That's not me."

"It is, you that gives, you that others see but you often miss for
criminality."

"Will you stop speaking in a rhyme, it's getting to be annoying and such
a crime." I hit my forehead with my palm, "Great, now you've got me
doing that, next thing I'll look in the mirror and see my fat."

"Look and see what you are really like, it's not what you think, it's as
if you rode an exercise bike."

"Lady, that was bad but to be here, I'm glad." I looked. She was right.
I had to look again and again and again. "I'm...buff." I had abs anyway.
I sucked my belly in and it looked greater. But my body was hairless and
muscled. "I guess all the work I do around Neverland, you know giving a
hand." I had to flex some more. I had biceps. Now, I was not Arnold or
Lou Ferrigno, you know the original Hulk. But I was a lot more muscle
bound than I thought. And I was handsome. Classically handsome. I had
piercing lite brown eyes. And a Roman nose and chin. And a bulging set of
pecs. And nipples were hard. I got red in the face. I'd have to do
something about my ripped up, torn up, lived in denim cut offs though.
They would not do. Nor would my old loin cloth. My legs were muscled also
but those I always knew were. "Thanks but I have to go, a friend of mine
is needing help to stop a foe."

"I know about your friend, it is not his end."

Seth's beach pit cave:
Dropping the book, Peter forgot things. He fell to the floor. Seth stood
over him, belly out. His hair turned black. Peter's eyes turned brown.
Peter said to him, "I know who you are now. You are the one in my dreams
who always beats me."

"Yes I am, Peter Pan. I have."

Peter fainted.


Lake:
I turned to look at the other wall. "Another mirror?" I went to it and
looked in.

"It shows what is inside."

I wiped it first and then looked in some more. The crystals on it moved
aside from my body heat. I saw a glowing shining me. A pretty me. I had
long flowing blond hair, bright. Blue eyes. A heart pumping away, big and
with room to love all. Bright and clear. Pink gown on. Then no gown on.
Nude. "Oh dear."

"You are a sensitive, kind boy and that is no toy. It shows you inner and
outer, but now to tell you of your power."

"Who are you, mame?"

"I am the lady of the lake. You must go and with you Excaliber you must
take."

"I've never seen this lake in Never Never Land, it must be a fake."

"It exists in many places at the same time, do not doubt it, that would
be the real crime."

"Excaliber?" I said in unbelief. "As in King Arthur's Excaliber and
Lancelot and that hot Galahad kid?"

"Yes, you must go and with you Excaliber is the key, open the door to
stop the deviltry."

She held it out, it appearing in her hand suddenly. She was the most
beautiful thing. Her hair was red on one side and blond on the other. She
glew with intense light that warmed rather than hurt the eyes. I took the
sword and it smelled. Of Peter. "Peter Pan had this in his hands, didn't
he? It smells and not of pee." I winced at my bad rhyme. I was bad as
poetry and rhymes.

"Yes, he lost it on his way back to Earth, although he is no dunce,
something inside him needs to be removed at once."

"Please the rhymes. Can't you speak plainly. I'm a dunce and I need to go
help him at once!"

"I will. Inside Peter is a thing of the one called Seth. With this sword
you can remove it. Do not lose it."

"I wouldn't."

"Remember you must help Peter no matter what you see."

"Oh? Of course, I love him."

"Do not drop the sword and hold to your word that you love Peter."

"You don't have to tell me that. Now just let me go."

"Seth is the son of the devil and a human woman. But he must not be
killed."

"What?"

"Stop Peter from killing him. The sword is going to help Peter in his
task. A task only he can accomplish with it."

"Tell me more."

The lady looked somewhere else. "I cannot. It is time for you to go."

"Wait! You want me to give Peter a sword and take the evil out of him
that Seth put there and then you want Peter to use the sword to NOT kill
Seth?"

"Correct."

"What?"

"Goodbye, humble one." She waved her hands.

"Goodbye. Goodbye? No, wait, I don't get it!" I was gone. Out of the
womb. I walked on water. I had Excaliber. "Thank you lady, thank you," I
said as the water glistened around me in the brilliant, radiating
sunshine. "Thank you." I sported Excaliber in my hand proudly. It felt
so good in my hand. "Peter." I flew up and wasted no more time. I flew
down into Seth's lair.

I entered. I saw. I dropped Excaliber. I gasped. Once. For in bed with
Seth, lying face to face, totally nude, was Peter Pan, asleep. With shiny
jet black hair. Arms around Seth. Seth's arms around him. Curled up
together. Legs intertwined. My heart stopped. My eyes seemed to pop out
of my head. My throat stuck. My head hurt. My eyes watered. I shook. In
shock. Stiff. Still, then more shaking. Leaving Peter and Seth in bed
together, I turned to the doorway. I held onto the sides of the sandy
exit and braced myself. Then I left, sadness in my very being, I left to
go put the boys at ease...but how? I left Excaliber, there on the floor
of Seth's evil lair...

TO BE CONTINUED...


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