Peter Pan and Me

PETER PAN AND ME 40: BATTLEMENT, WEDDING, AND HONEYMOON MONSTERS

The Viking Captain was Acun. He was big, really big but not as big as his
second in command Graham. Both would be known as villains but truth be
known neither man was psychopathic like Kickai, or demonically evil like
Seth and his father. Nor were they even troubled and paranoid like Hook.
But they were Vikings and Vikings were little more than pirates, no
matter what romantic notions were given to them. Vikings did not wear
horns on their helmets, that would be Valkeryies--those female
supernatural creatures. They wore horns. They were nicer, most of the
time. Well, some of them weren't really. Anyway, Acun was big and blond
and he, unlike most of his men, had long blond hair and beard and
moustache. Graham had long red hair and a beard and moustache. Neither
wore helmets but many of their men did. This ship was not typical of
Viking ships. It had much room beneath but it was a row powered craft,
which were usually slender and sleek. This was that but also had a huge
area below for comfortable living quarters.

The Lost Boys and their new nanny, the fairy queen, Mab, were watching
Vikings attacking and killing Indian braves while the women, children,
and older males took off for safer places. The Indians did get some good
kills that day but the Vikings were winning from the start and would
eventually win the day. Running was not in these Indian warriors' ways.
The Lost Boys had no such standard and running or in this case flying
away would have been smart. Yet they boys were so entranced by the
battle, that they watched, probably far longer than they should have.
They needed me there to watch over them, not that Mab didn't do a good
job, she...well, she wasn't ready for all this.

"Boys!" Mab yelled, "I say fly!"

"We need some fairy dust!" Landen yelped.

"Better hurry, cause they're coming this way!" Rollin pointed out.

Mab sprinkled Jennie, Sole, Bo, Je'ne, Rico, and Rollin. "My but you are
a large group..." Just then an ear piercing falcon cry hit the sound
waves and the falcon came flying at her with claws outstretched. She
screamed and flew off, lighting up the falcon's face to scare it off
some. It dove at her anyway. Mab flew toward a tree that she knew had a
hole in it, big enough for her but not for the falcon.

Graham laughed, "That's right Waldren, attack the fairy guardian!"

"He knows about us!" Landen said and ran toward Bo and Jennie, "You
guys fly out of here now! You can!" He put his arms to them
protectively.

Vikings came forward at them, some slouching past the water and some
avoiding it altogether. Aoi was ready for a fight and had his swords out,
both of them, long slender swords. His face showed that he meant
business. And the first two Vikings that came at him, found out just how
much he meant business. Sole pushed Rico and Rollin back and the others
moved back some more but just then, from the forest, came huge snarling
sounds, like wolves or hyenas. But they were men. Men as big as tree
trunks and tall. They were Vikings to be sure but they wore little
clothes and one pulled up a tree trunk by the roots and smashed it aside.
The Lost boys backed toward them. Rollin flew up with Rico, "What are
they?"

"Beserkers!" Landen said, "Sole, you take these two out of here and fly.
We haven't a chance against Beserkers! They...they..,well, they're
berserk."

"Thanks that gives me a good description!"

A better description would be to picture the worst, biggest pirate,
motorcycle punk, pony tailed, bear slash man and you'd have the barrel
chested Beserkers. They were said to feel no pain. They wore little but a
few did have bearskin shirts on and what is known as death caps, skulls
of fallen warriors they've slain. They had dirty beards and dirtier hair.
Some had shields, which they bit into! Others had thick swords,
impossible for boys to lift, some had only their bare hands! They had
hair on their chests, arms, legs. Peter would have hated them. For they
were manly men. But he would have loved slaying them. Pity he wasn't
there.

As it happened, Sole took out his sword and whirled at one Berserker who
was near him. He sliced open the Berserker's big chest and then flew up
and kicked the Viking in the face. The man looked down at his chest and
fell back but another Beserker pushed him out of the way and grabbed
Sole's leg and pulled him down toward him, face to face. Aoi sliced
across a regular Viking warrior's stomach and then pulled the sword all
the way to the other side of himself and hit another Viking's chin with
his hilt, bringing the blade to a third Viking's neck, cutting it open
all the way so that this Viking's head almost fell off and then used his
second sword to slice the guts of the one who's chin he just hit. "I'm in
just the mood today! C'MON!"

Je'ne ran to Landen and the two smallest boys Bo and Jennie as a Viking
rushed them. Landen rushed the two boys back and aside and stuck his foot
out and tripped the Viking up. Je'ne used a knife to slash the back of
the Viking and the man rolled away. "Boys, fly, fly! Landen, I'll carry
you!"

"You can't do that!" Landen yelled as another Viking came at them, "I'm
taller than....YOUUUUUU!"

Je'ne shoved Landen aside and ducked under the Viking's legs, between
them and behind him, and turned as the Viking turned. Je'ne stuck his
knife right into he Viking's belly button and slashed across to pull it
out. The Viking fell.

"I"ll take that!" Rico grabbed one shield from the Berserker and noticed
it had a bite mark in it, "Yuck!" He tossed the shield into a Viking
head and that man fell.

Rollin managed to toss the remainder of his loin cloth over another
Berserker's face, enabling Aoi to gut him , for Aoi finished off a large
group of the regular Vikings off already, leaving Barry and Bailey to
fight the remainder of the more normal Vikings.


There was still Sole being held. "Leave him alone!" Rollin smacked the
Berserker from the air and Rico got behind the Beserker. This one was the
one who held Sole's ankle and now face to face, the Beserker moved to put
his other hand around Sole's neck and one move and Sole would be dead.
Rico and Rollin got in the area of the Berserker's head and began to swat
at it with pieces of wood. "Leave him go! Bloody hell, why am I bothering
with this!" Rollin took out his sword and cut the man's head off and
the body still moved. "Take that!"

Another Berserker grabbed Rollin's legs, both of them and as Rollin tried
to fly, he began to sink to the ground, face first. Aoi dashed over to
them and yelled, "Let them go!" For another one grabbed Rico's arm and
another grabbed Sole's waist. Aoi cut the hands off the Berserker holding
Rollin. This one looked at his bloody stumps as if he was not sure what
to do now. Rollin took off into the air. Aoi didn't wait for the
Berserker to react to him. He kicked this one in the balls and stabbed
his ankle as he rushed behind him. That made this one sink down and fall
backward into two others.

Bailey was finishing off two Vikings of his own who were giving him a
hard time in fighting. They were good. But he was better. He ducked down
and as one came at him yelling, "You just a boy, see here, I'll teach ya
some manners and how to fight--from Valhalla you will learn!" Bailey
stuck his sword up and the Viking ran onto it at the last moment. The
second one came at Bailey and swung over and over and over. Bailey jumped
over the sword, ducked under it, and kicked toward it but nearly got his
foot taken off for that. He rolled down and rolled into the man's legs,
reached up with his knife, which he took out quickly and cut the man's
legs, just under his knee caps. The man yelled and swung his sword at
Bailey but Bailey blocked it with his sword. Bailey stood up and hit the
man's back from behind with the hilt of his sword.

"From Valhalla you'll teach maybe!" Bailey said. Then he saw about five
Berserkers still standing.

Acun looked from the Indian fight to the Lost Boy fight. "Who are these
mere children who are finishing off not only my Viking warriors but
also the Berserker clan?"

Graham looked, "I'll see to them!"

Acun waved his sword and took a group of Vikings up toward the Indian
braves who were left and were still cutting into Vikings. One Viking lost
his head to a tomahawk. Another had his guts cut out of him by an Indian
knife. Another was speared in the chest, just by his nipple.

Aoi put an elbow into a Berserker's face, jumping up and using his sword
to cut the man from hip to center of lowest belly. Then he put his hand
out, hit the man with his knuckles and waved his sword to chop off the
man's wrist that held Rico's arm. Rico took the air and shook off the
bloody hand on his arm, still clamped there. "EWWWWLLL!" He yelled and
then laughed, "Thanks Aoi!"

Sole was yelling to the Berserker that was squeezing his waist, "We
don't' want to kill you!"

The Berserker just yelled and as he did so, another Berserker swung a
sword at Aoi and this would have killed him if it just hit him sideways
from the razor sharp edges. Bailey and Barry rushed over. Barry reached
down and took a handful of dirt and threw it at the man's eyes and he
swung wild, hitting another Berserker. Bailey dove headfirst at the
Berserker holding Sole's waist but as he did so, he turned himself and
kicked the man's sword away and put his own into the man's neck. The man
still didn't let go of Sole but Aoi came running to them and the man
grabbed Aoi's shoulder and shook him. Aoi wobbled but carved the man's
stomach away from his body and then split him in two with two savage
swings through him. Sole felt the hands cling to him but he was able to
fly up. He looked to his side and saw the man's upper body going with him
so he yelled in disgust and kicked it off.

Soon all the Berserkers were dead. Landen herded Bo and Jennie to the
back of the wooded area but Je'ne was still clanging swords with three
Viking men. Bailey and Barry ran to him and took a Viking each.

"STOP! STOP FIGHTING OR I'LL RUN HIM RIGHT THROUGH!"

Sole was standing on the head of a Viking man who had a helmet on and he
flew up from it. The others, fighting, stopped. They saw who was talking.
Aoi was -de-sworded by three other Vikings and the main one there,
Graham, had a sword point right in Aoi's belly button, not pushing, just
resting there. Aoi scowled and curled his lip up in anger. Sole kicked
the Viking face near him.

Bailey removed a knife from a Viking belly and the man fell. He went to
take on Je'ne's Viking, "Je'ne go, you can fly outta here right now!"

"No, I can't!" Je'ne said as Bailey interfered with his sword and got
between the Viking and Je'ne, now Bailey effectively fighting this Viking
who was making all sorts of grunts as though he had victory over the two
smaller boys. "I can't and won't leave you!"

Bailey reached back and backhanded Je'ne with his knuckles, the hand
holding a knife, "Get goin!"

Je'ne looked wounded and he took to the air just then.

"Go!" Landen urged Jennie and Bo up and finally, the two little ones,
obeyed.

"You come down here now! And you two too!" Graham pointed to Jennie and
Bo as they took to the air. "Or trust me, I shall run this sword right
through your little Chinese friend here...."

"I'm Viet..."

"Shut up!" Graham yelled, "And since he showed no mercy to my men, I'll
show him no mercy when I run this in him and leave him to die for hours
on end in burning pain."

Sole flew down and landed near Graham, "Do I have your word, you will not
kill us here and now?"

"Yes, of course."

"No, Sole, don't do it! Let em kill me!" Aoi snorted, "My stomach can
take anything he can push into it!"

"You two, also! I said now!" Graham looked at Jennie and Bo, who were
face first near him. Jennie nodded his yes to the man and they landed,
holding hands, near Aoi. Jennie put his hand on the sword and moved it
out of Aoi's navel. "What's wrong with him? Doesn't he speak?"

Landen came over to him, "No, he doesn't. He can't."

"You, blond one. You are the Nordic one, are you not?"

Sole put his sword down, "I guess so." His voice was full of disgust.

Rollin, Rico and Je'ne had flown off before they knew the threat to Aoi.
Bailey and Barry just stopped fighting and the Vikings that were left
took them over to Graham. "You are the brave one. I want you to take a
message to the other ones that got away..."

"No, I want to stay here..."

"You WILL DO as I say!"

"You have a leader?"

"Yes."

"Tell him to come to me in three day's time and I will spare these
children."

"We are all children."

"Awww," Aoi snapped, "Now why'd you go and tell him that."

Sole nodded, "I'm not ashamed of it."

"Nor should you be. You cost me all of my Berserkers."

Aoi tut tutted, "Poor little Berserkers, they're gonna feel real insecure
when they wake up in Valhalla."

Graham lifted his sword to hit Aoi but a running Viking came to him,
"Sir! The Captain, he's been shot!"

"Shot!!!???"

"With an arrow! I think he's...I think he's still alive though..."

When Graham took to one side to see who these boys were, Acun the leader
moved up to the Indian battle. When he did, he surveyed that his men were
winning. But hidden in the bushes, a young brave pulled his bow hard and
long and the arrow shot straight into Acun's belly button and in between
his armor plating. It was a good shot and soon the Viking captain would
be dead. Graham told his men to tie up the boys and he let Sole leave,
walking away. He had to threaten Sole with the lives of the others to
make him leave.

The Captain was brought back to the ship. So were the Lost Boys Aoi,
Jennie, Bo, Barry, Bailey, and Landen. All were tied up. Landen tried to
tell the new Captain, Graham, that he knew women were healers in Viking
society, even doctors. Graham told him to shut up and mind his own
business. Landen knew of course that Graham would stay captain only if
this captain died. Landen asked, "Don't you have any women on board?"

Being taken to a cell, Landen asked a guard, "Aren't there any women on
board?"

"There are. In that room." The man pointed to a dark wooden door below
deck. "But you don't want nothing to do with the likes of them, boy."

"Why?"

"They're Valkeryies."


The Mummers Dance song by Loreena McKennsitt starts...

Bridges over drying puddles we crossed. We heard voices singing, angels,
female mostly, or at least they sounded female. The ivory twilight was
slowly turned into an indigo velvet night. We were glowing with the
blueness of it all and misty light created outlines around us and the
others in the forest which became more and more lush and thick. Green
luminescent leaves hung out to the sides and a huge roof of brush
created a type of open roof over our heads. The trees below the larger
trees were Christmas Trees, decorated as such and lit up like, well like
Christmas time. "We are in Christmas Land." There were also Manger
Scenes, rabbits hopping along, one with a stop watch who reminded me of
Alice In Wonderland's rabbit, areas where there were snow on the ground
despite the warmth of what felt like summer but the air was alive with
fallen leaves and the smell of spring and fall all at the same time. The
musty leafy smell I always enjoyed. Then I smelt something like mowed
grass and inhaled with vigor. Peter held my hand as he lead me. Awhile
later he turned and grasped my other hand, holding me by both hands now
and he lead me by walking backwards. Fairies began to fly around us again
and jellyfish glowing in the air, bubbles blowing from their bottom,
filling the air. Cloud beings floated past us and laughed a cheery hello.
I was filled with that roaring peaceful energy again and again and
Peter's eyes were wide with love and excitement. Then he smiled, his lips
closed this time as he did so and he looked so lovely there in the center
of all of this. I felt love purely fill me and tingle every cell. Giant
cut out Christmas Toy soldiers were there waving at us as we passed. And
of course Santa Claus was there. I wanted to stop and talk to him as he
waved, his elves all around him, his reindeer taking a stretching fly
around the giant redwood trees, which shouldn't be here in Kensington
Gardens. I was in a dream, a fantastic colorful lovely dream but I was
awake and this was all real. Very real. Peter spun me in front of him and
a giant frog lady whipped out her tongue and licked me. It wasn't
unpleasant. It smelled like vanilla and felt like whip cream or soap
caressing my cheek. I was awed. Peter said, "Bow." So I did to her and
she smiled and went on her way. A family of Littles, creatures not unlike
humans, but with tails and smaller than us, passed us. Dinky and Tom
Little waved to me. They seemed like mice. But there were living mice
people too and cats (some were very white medium haired British Turkish)
and dogs (German Shepard, collies, beagles, Labrador, mixed). All getting
along.

Mummer's Dance was playing and being sung. Was Loreena McKennitt a fairy?
Or an angel singing. As it sounded like it was from heaven...a sort of
mix of Christian and Pagan music. I felt like I was no longer flesh and
blood but of course, I was. I felt like my spirit was more present than
my flesh and skin. The part of me that would survive death was alive and
thriving and throbbing. I was just so in the air, while not even being in
the air. Amazing. Giant roses were everywhere, Christmas Trees.

Loreena:
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair

When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light

Peter brought me to a tree, the biggest of them all and a huge crack
opened up and inside was the wedding. Fairies were everywhere, in the
air, coming up under the ground, burrowers I think they were called, and
on the sides. The men wore long blue robes and sword belts with swords.
While many were milling about, a long row on either side of the center
were making a kind of tunnel using their drawn swords. The bride and
bridegroom walked under it along a red carpet. Females were throwing
flowers of all kind and magic sprinkles filled the air. Peter nodded for
me to go into the tree.

"But we haven't any gift."

Peter nodded and smiled. He moved me by holding my shoulders. We moved
away from the tree opening and to a bunch of thin branched trees which
has garland wrapped all over them, stems, leaves, and trunks. "These too
came from Christmas Land." These thin skinny things bowed to Peter and
offered their branches to him. One bent down. Peter untied a garland
string. "They'll love these."

Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Peter handed me one of the garland strand and it glew. Then he took
another from a bending tree. They were delighted to help Peter.
Vegetation loved him. Didn't almost everyone? We moved to the wedding.
Inside magnolias, and lilacs, purple filberts, roses, and carnations, all
floated about, their stems in water bubbles beneath them. The fairies
were Asian, Persian, Middle Eastern, Norwegian, Irish, British, even
American. Males, females, and those that were both flew about. Some
walked. There were some that were silly and didn't know what they were,
male or female. Some that were both and some that choose to be both. The
ones that didn't know what they were, reminded me, oddly enough, of
Tyler. There were leprechauns, elves, the much larger trolls. Balls of
light spiraled around the bride and groom. Cupid was here too, firing
arrows at almost everyone. Arrows of light and love. Oddly enough the
little baby passed me up because he knew he and Peter were in love. He
also did not even glance at Peter, who dismissed him with a wave of his
hand. Peter and I, as we entered the tree crack, seemed to shrink in
size, so as to be fairy size. Peter went over to the bride and held her
arm. She was dressed in white and with a flowing bridal tail, and a hint
of gold color laced the entire whiteness of it when the lights struck it
a certain way. Peter tied the garland around her arm. The Duke of
Christmas Daisies was there and with his bride, found and exalted by
Peter's own girl friend Maime, whom he once almost married when he was
but a few weeks old, was with him. Trumpets played out and the bride
bowed to Peter and Peter to her. I found no jealousy in that but I might
have if not surrounded by this beauty. Peter tied the ribbon around her
arm. The couple moved to the King at a throne. Peter hung back but did
not come back to me right away. The King did the ceremony and married
them. The groom held out his arm. Everyone looked around. Peter pointed
to me. Thank you very much. Now all eyes were on me. Male, female, and
those that were in between, all stared at me. You would have thought
Peter would have told me that I was supposed to now go to the groom and
tie the ribbon of garland around his arm. But no. He enjoyed my not
knowing. Now I was the one who naive. I shook my head.

Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms

Peter had to put down his shadow who kept coming out at him and wanting
to dance. It was the ceremony so Peter who also wanted to dance, couldn't
let it out on its own. There was enough problems when he did that last
time. Other shadows tried to tempt it, including my own, but Peter
smacked them down and threw things from the dirt floor at them. I
laughed. The formal ceremony was short and they were married.
Professional criers were there in shadowy hooded robes. I wanted to yell
at them, "Shut up!" For they cried and cried. At weddings apparently.
The happy couple's own shadows urged the happy couple to dance.

In the springtime of the year
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days

I saw the band. Loreena was indeed an angel singing. The band was the
strangest but nicest menagerie of animals, insects, unearthly creatures,
and one giant troll in the center. The choir consisted of mostly birds to
either side of the troll, Olaf, whom Peter once fought but befriended.
Peter knew that trolls lie and cheat and accepted that. Olaf had a
terrific singing voice and hit notes no one else could. High notes. Who
would have known, heh? At his big solo, the birds parted and let him move
forward until he finished. The birds were alive, living, thinking
intelligent beings. Most of them were common birds but with great singing
voices. There were robins, cardinals, blue birds, black birds, even crows
and ravens. To their right was a giant set of drums with the greenest
frog on them, hitting all the right symbols and drums with amazing speed.
I would have thought he had four arms but he used his feet to play too.
It was amazing. A small crack in the upper tree roof held moonlight beams
which reflected off giant antique mirrors, creating a wave of moon beams
across the tree room. Singing fairies, sirens, even some transformed
leggy mermaids were part of the choir. I wondered if it was safe to have
sirens as singers. I also saw some beings that might have worried me
elsewhere: gods or so they were called mingled with demons and ogres and
bridge trolls.

Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

la la laaaaaaa...

There was a banquet of course. I sat and ate chicken and enjoyed it so
much until I saw a chicken family walk past, their noses in the air. The
mother told her children not to look. Peter floated behind me his ass in
the air, "Eating meat?"

"Damn, you're..."

"Don't curse in here," Peter whispered conspiratorially.

"Oh shit I forgot!"

"Shhh!" Peter said, "They will kill you, you know."

I raised my eyebrows and twisted my mouth, knowing the answer to my next
question, "Figure of speech?"

"No," Peter nodded, his naivete not present. "The males are only
forgiving if the women ask them to be and even then it takes a lot of
crying."

"God knows I've had enough of those crying criers tonight."

"But the women hate foul language, except Queen Mab of course and
Tink...she used to call me a silly ass all the time."

"You just cursed too."

"And you told the boys not to eat meat."

I put the chicken down and found some food that begged me to eat it. It
was its goal in life, to be tasty to someone.

Peter said, "You're the only human who has ever been allowed to attend a
fairy wedding in, oh, over a 100 years or so, I think."

I felt honored. I turned to say something to Peter about his great memory
when it came to catching me eating meat, but he was gone. There were
fairies begging for him to play his pipes. So he did. I could eat no
more. Peter's music lifted me, literally, in spirit and the air. The
music was making me fly up and up and up. Moonbeams caressed me and
moaned lightly. Hummed. I shut my eyes. Could anything get better than
this? Nothing else compares. I crossed my arms over my chest and rose up
higher. Tears dripped down my eyes, even though they were shut. Peter
played for a long time. I was not sure how long. I lost track of time and
even space. Peter was in front of me soon enough and in the air, still
singing and playing the pipes alternately. He put his hands out when he
was finished playing the pipes and I put my hands in his...fingers
intermixing...

Music

And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
Guitar music. Banshee playing.
Fiddler playing. Peter grabbed a fiddle and did a song!
Violin playing. Leprechaun named Mickey. His brother Patrick played a
horn.

Peter spun me around in the air and in the tree. We landed and danced on
the ground of the wedding reception. Peter dipped me and I dipped him. We
landed on the ground but Peter rolled me and rolled me. We danced even on
our sides. We floated up and took to the air again. Peter danced with me
sideways in the air. It was like nothing I ever felt before... I saw
angels in his eyes. Bats humbly flew around us.

A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord's hand

Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

PETER PAN SOUNDTRACK: Fairy Dance:
The wedding was over, the reception splitting up, everyone was going
their separate ways. Peter and I were still dancing. He gently glided at
me and flew me out the crack of the tree, party goers, wedding attendees
below me, filing out. I glided outside and to a row of giant trees that
reminded me of Neverland. "Oh man, I mean oh boy..." Peter's look of
scorn at the word man made me change to oh boy. "Oh boy, I'm beat." I
landed. Peter followed.

"Is that why you stopped dancing? Don't you love me?"

"Is that why you stopped dancing? Don't you love me?"

Peter looks at me. I come close to him. He pushes me, I back away. He
flies at me and bows in the air. We take hands. Look at each other. We
fly sideways and horizontally dance. We spin. Our hands are held out and
arms extended. We fly upward back to back and upside down, we turn around
and then fly like the hands of a clock, turning. We spin and rotate all
ways and Peter spins me out of it. Peter puts his head in my crotch and
mine in his and we spin like a ball and out of it into a waltz,
crisscross arms, switch spots, he back flips me and does the ultimate
dip. Push, grab, dance, horizontally spinning flying perpendicular, like
hands on a block both ways, hand to hand, holding hands, go back to back,
turn, upsidedown, Tyler watching cries.

Tyler had come to Kensington Gardens, supposedly to warn us about the
Vikings. He had Legolas, an elf that he trusted and that trusted him,
bring him here magically. But it had taken a long time to get here, for
Legolas was not skilled in magic. Tyler flew here in a balloon created by
his court scientists and wizards and landed secretly. He gingerly walked
through the woods using Legolas a guide. Now he left Legolas behind, for
the elf had to return to his own dimension through a portal Tyler opened.
Tyler was good at opening portals but only to other universes and that
did him no good in trying to travel within his own world. Legolas was
involved in some war at his home dimension. So Tyler was alone. And sad.
He also had told Legolas he loved him. Tyler seemed to love everyone.
There are some people who fall in love with falling in love. They might
even mean well. Tyler, the prince of seven brothers' kingdoms, was such a
person. I think even he forgot where he came from. His parents in the
real world were ultra conservative right wing religious Bible Belt nut
jobs. He didn't remember this but when he kept professing his love for me
and Peter, sometimes at the same time, I decided to make him my research
project. I mean he wasn't a villain, at least not in the usual sense. He
seemed innocent and nice and kind and loving. Then again, there was this
other side to him. I think he was just confused. Of course, Peter and I
had our doubts about each other but we knew deep down that he was for me
and I was for him and no one could really break that up, no matter how
hard they tried. And Tyler tried. Not willingly. He just fell in love
with the beauty of Never land and that was personified in everything that
Peter and I were. Thus, he thought he was in love with one of us at any
given time, at other given times, he felt he loved both of us, first just
because we had beautiful minds, he said. Then he professed he wanted to
have sex with us. He didn't tell Peter this but implied it and outright
told me. Not that he wanted to make me jealous but in a way I think he
knew he would do that and somewhere deep down, he liked that someone was
jealous because of him. He was constantly telling me not to cry. Peter
too. He told me more than once that he wanted to cuddle with me, dream
with me, and outright have sex with me. He made me feel good. But I knew
on some level it was not real. His talk was just that: talk. An
expression of something that was being caged up inside him thanks to his
upbringing and his brothers. Even in Neverland, he was bound by religious
brainwashing and right over wrong as he thought he perceived it, however,
it was as others saw it and they just passed it on to him. He wasn't
being true to himself and he knew it. Then again, he thought he was not
being true to God so he fought his real nature: which was to love males.
He was the ultimate homo phobic homo sexual.

Anyway, Tyler's parents had him brainwashed, not realizing it, for they
in their turn were brainwashed by their religion and the hate filled
prejudice it spouted and supported. You know, I think about the religious
leaders who helped put Jesus to death. There are so many modern day
people that spread hatred for others who are different and how they use
the Bible to do so. Tyler was from these roots and while he forgot most
of it, he had this inner struggle. Now his seven brothers were pressuring
him. Tyler was gay deep down or in the very least bi. I was convinced
that he was gay, not bi, but he called himself, in his best moments, bi
sexual. He loved being that. He loved indulging in that. Yet he also
hated that thanks to his parents, his religion and his brothers. Tyler
was due to be married so that he could unite the seven brothers kingdoms.
If he didn't marry a women, the brothers' kingdoms would fall to their
cousins. Don't ask me why. I have no idea but it was all very legalistic
(much like the religions that use ancient outdated laws to make everyone
feel condemned so that they either behave the way the leaders want them
to or they feel so guilty about their own natures, that they turn to the
leaders and give them money). It's all very twisted. Anyway I don't think
Tyler meant evil but it was evil he tried to impress in our lives. This
is his story as much as it is ours. I think he tried to, alternately and
sometimes, again, at the same time, cut Peter and myself out of his life,
as if we never existed.

I never understood how people could claim they loved you one moment and
then the next moment they are cutting you off, threatening you,
challenging you, calling you evil sinners, and just declaring that "It
was over". Peter and I took Tyler with a grain of salt. In many ways, he
was more of an immature heady teenager or child than Peter and I were.
Tyler, whether he knew it or not, played with people's feelings. He
played power games and he thought things in a double mind, a gay mind, or
a bi mind and then this overtly religious self righteous kind. He could
be very loving and congratulatory at one time and completely spouting
religious dogma to make you feel like a piece of shit. How one person
could cut people out of his life as he tried to do to me and Peter, I
don't get. It's why we tried to make peace with him, tried to help him,
and tried to love him. He stabbed us in the back. He said he loved us but
he didn't. He wanted to destroy us. He hated us deep down, thought of us
as fucking faggots. And the lovely beautiful people that he said we were,
he tried to make us think we weren't after building us up that we were. I
don't know if that makes any sense but he was a monster in many ways. A
monster built by others and controlled by worldly evil minded hatred.
That is the shame of it all: he didn't create his own messed up or
possibly evil minded ways, he was made by others. While Peter just
dismissed Tyler and basically ignored or forgot him totally, I was much
more introspective.

In many ways he reminded me of Seth. But even Seth, in his dual confusion
of human and demon, knew where each part was coming from. Tyler didn't
and it made him all the more dangerous.

I had to admit I was very tempted. Peter and I hadn't yet reached a truly
fully sexual penetration in our relationship...at least not that I
remember...Tyler was just a boy even though he looked older than I. And
Tyler, while he was no Peter...was cute, tall, alluring, and skinny.
Truth be known if it weren't for Peter I would want to fuck the shit out
of him. I really like stomachs and I was into his but Peter's was nicer.
Anyway I was not so keen on anal or oral sex real truth be told so I
never really had that inclination although if in love with someone, I
would want to probably have that love lead to other things in heat of
passion. And I wanted that someone to be Peter. Anything else was just a
thought, a fantasy.

Friends like Tyler are strange. They say they will never leave you or
forsake you and then weeks later they are telling you it's over and do
not talk to them ever again. People like Tyler are the reason I came to
Never land to get away from people like Tyler. They are selfish and self
serving, confused, confusing others, and making life miserable for
others. Anyhow, I thought we could change Tyler if we could just get him
to meet the right boy.

Tyler looked up and cried as Peter looked only at me. I tried to get
closer into him than could possibly be true. He pushed me again and I
backed away. I flew backward but he flew at me and bowed in the air and
flipped. Coming out of the flip, he took my hands and flipped me so that
our faces were back at each other. We looked at each other, knowing what
we wanted. Peter looked a bit hesitant. We fly sideways again and then
horizontally placed in the air, near the trees, fairy wedding attendees
all around us lighting up the area and lighting up us, we dance. We spin.
Our hands are held out and arms extended as we move body away from body.
We fly upward back to back and upside down, we turn around and then fly
like the hands of a clock, turning. We spin and rotate all ways and Peter
spins me out of it. Peter puts his head in my crotch and mine in his and
we spin like a ball and out of it into a waltz, crisscross arms, switch
spots, he back flips me and does the ultimate dip. Push, grab, dance,
horizontally spinning flying perpendicular, like hands on a block both
ways, hand to hand, holding hands, go back to back, turn, upside down,
Tyler watching cries some more. Why I could never understand. He could
have someone to love. He came to warn us about the Vikings but truth be
told, he came to try to woe either me or Peter. He was upset that we had
each other and he had...no one. It wasn't a fault of his that he had no
one or rather let me say that he was good looking and a nice enough
person. So he had all the physical and even personality attributes to
meet a good looking person, be it a guy or a girl but therein hangs the
problem. He wanted guys but he was taught from birth that girls are what
he should want. He was taught sexual preference was a choice. He was
taught homosexuality was a sin and choice. He believes that gay men
could never marry, could never have kids, and never, ever know when a
good looking girl was around. I told him once he was ignorant and I
didn't mean to hurt him. I meant to try to get him to understand that
life is not always what other people tell us it is.

I had no idea he was here, at least not at that time. But now that I'm
omnipotent, I know all which is how I'm relaying this story to you, dear
readers.

Peter looked at me as the fairies started to fly off. They were tired.
Peter smiled, "Chase, it...it's not make believe, you know that you and I
are...."

"Make believe?" I looked at him, biting my lip. "Oh...no." I pulled on
his bottom lip with one hand, "It's very very very real. To me."

"And to me." Peter smiled but then he dropped the smile. "That doesn't
mean that I have to...have to...?"

"No, Peter, you don't have to." I slowly floated downward and pulled
his leg for him to follow.

Watching us, looking up, Tyler hid as I landed and Peter followed.

"Peter, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Peter smiled at me.

I decided to have a little fun with Peter and maybe get some answers at
the same time. I knew Wendy once had a conversation with him that
heralded the beginning of the end for their relationship. This, I hoped,
would end differently. I was taking a big chance that it would not but at
this point in the relationship with Peter, what the hell? "Peter, what
are your...your real feelings for me?"

"Feelings?" Peter smiled, "I've learned an awful lot about feelings
lately. Through you. Through Seth. I think....I know I love you."

"And I love you. Can't get more real than that."

Tyler wiped his teary eyes. "Why can't I have that?" he thought to
himself.

"You see, I just don't want to seem awfully old, you know."

"Yes, I know Peter."

"But for you..."

"Peter, for you, I would do anything. I would stay as I am forever, I
would grow old if you want, and die if you want. I would die for you,
Peter Pan."

"And I for you."

"I know. You already have."

Peter smiled, "I love you. That's all I can say for now. I know I don't
want to grow up. I want to always be a boy and have fun...but I now see
what Wendy meant by there's more."

"There is. But Peter," I put a hand on his chest where his heart lay
beneath and felt the thumping there, "...you don't have to go there if
you don't want to. Or if you want to, you can go later, much much later
or never. I'll never leave you and I mean it. I will always be with you."

Peter swallowed. Tears came down his eyes. I hugged him and we stood
there for a long long time. In the woods, surrounded by singing bats,
whistling birds, and chirping grasshoppers.

"Now I'm too tired to fly, even on your back."

"I am also too tired."

"You are?" I filled with energy, knowing that Peter was like me, tired,
energized me. "But where will we sleep?"

My mind envisioned some forest nest where I could...

"I know a place..."

We walked. A moss covered rock wall. A hole in it. We walked through it.
On the other side, hidden in vines and moss and hanging leaves was...

A giant skull shaped white gray castle which towered over us, about 100
feet overhead. Two giant double doors with giant knockers. Who lived
here? Peter flew up to a giant knocker, which was twice his size and
lifted it, straining, and let it go. The knock was loud and like a gong
from the GONG SHOW. I heard footsteps inside, loud giant footsteps. Do
giants live here? Giant...what I wondered. Giant people? Don't they eat
people? Did Peter know Jack? Or did Peter not know jack? Jack shit?
Anyway Peter heard something like a roar. "He says the doors are open."
Peter landed near me as I stood looking up at the length of the door,
the top of which I couldn't see as it vanished into the night sky and
even on this clear night where I could see all the stars, the top was not
in view. Peter strained again, his boyish straining sounds exaggerated.

"Oh go on, you faker, you can open it with ease."

Peter ignored me and kept up his grunting and straining sounds as he
pushed. One hand on each door. Those terrific back muscles strained and
were tight and taut. I wanted to just lick them. They pressed against
each other, his muscles on his back, under his wings. Huh, he didn't
really have wings. He had that bone back there, the upper back bones. And
great bulging muscles under them. His shoulder muscles made unusual dents
in his body as he pushed, the doors opening with a loud creaking. What
lay beyond?

And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of Our Lord's hand

From the darkness within, a saw giant eyes, floating in the air as the
shadows prevented me from seeing the face that those eyes were embedded
in. Then he appeared out of the blackness. And Peter...Peter flew off.
Away! He left me there to face two giant gorillas that came out of the
darkness and out of the castle breezeway to face me. A giant foot was
there. "Okkk ayyyyy, this is interesting," I said, not panicking. The
party and wedding still had me entranced in my peaceful mode.

Then I thought. It was King bloody Kong. And his wife. And behind them a
white gorilla came up to them and pushed between their hairy brown bodies
to look at me. Actually the wife was black and Kong was brown. But the
son, Kiko, was all white. And cute and friendly. He waved to me. Where
the heck did Peter go? I can't talk Kongian.

Flying back to us, Peter lifted up a garland to King bloody Kong. And in
his other arm, over his shoulder, he had a giant banana. He placed it in
Kong's huge leather like hand and floated down to me, bowed to the wife
and waved to the son.

"We can stay." Peter smiled, "King Kong is friendly. He only allows
this place to show to friends who are welcome to stay."

"You know them?"

"Yeah we met once."

"Once?"

Peter bowed to me, "All that is needed for those with perception to see
my charm and usefulness as an ally and friend."

"And lover."

"What?"

"Nothing. Lead me in please."

The inside was nice. It was clean and marble. There was a rock cavern on
one wall of the bedroom areas. Inside, was a giant bed of straw and a
smaller bed of hay. And leaves. As I followed Peter, I asked, staying
behind him as close as possible, "Are bananas all that they....they eat?"


"No."

"Oh."

"They also eat plants and vegetables and leaves...they have given up meat
totally."

I caught my breath, "Ohhh, good." I saw giant sheep near us and looked
up.

There was also a giant cow. For milk I guessed. Yet I remember King Kong
did eat ...people. At least at one time or at least that was the story in
the movie. When he was angry.

Chorus:
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay

We slept in a small niche in the rock wall. Kong put cotton from their
giant sheep in the hole for us to lay on. Peter and I just lay there in
the hole. Peter stretched out, his arms behind him and his hands behind
his head. He crossed his legs. He was really still so innocent. He didn't
know what he did to me. Did he? I got very very hard. It's been awhile
since we slept together alone with privacy. But I fell asleep pretty
quick. Much later in the night, someone was fingering my lips from above
me. I opened my eyes and saw Peter's face over me. My eyes widened. It
was like he was that first night he came to me. He tilted his head in a
puppy dog manner. He was examining me again. It might have been the first
time he ever did so but of course it was not. To him though it was new.
He felt up my lips with his hand, at first hesitating to touch them. I
put my tongue out. He touched it and drew back. He was floating over me
just as he had floated over Wendy.

He came upon me at night. What a mix he was. A boy. A macho man. A pixie.
Warm hearted through and through and yet there was stone in those eyes.
He wore very little. Green leaves for pelvic covering. His navel stood
out among a smooth ocean of sun kissed skin. Sexuality. Bills. Cars.
Work. How I hated them all. HE would take me away from all that. Just by
appearing there. He had hands on me and was staring, a big smile slowly
draped across his face. I was snug in bed, worries fading from real life
into the nightmares of a life I never lived embedded into my mind. A
darkness like no other. He had leaves draped over one shoulder, his right
I think. His nipple on the right side shone through and the left side
was completely bare. He had pipes like the mythical creature Pan used to
play. They were hanging on his vine belt. He had no shoes, bare feet,
bare legs, bare hips, bare belly, bare navel, everything was bare just
about. And the room smelled good when he was there. Pine. Christmas Pine.
And the air was fresh again and I could breath. There were no counselors,
no therapy, no one telling me to grow up and act my age and be
politically correct and...I know in this moment, the second I laid eyes
on him, that I loved him. And he me. I'm not sure how he loved me but I
knew I loved him with every ounce of me. Every part, everything about me
loved the being. I couldn't swallow for I was so taken with him. Blonde
curly locks, smooth hairless boyish skin, muscles...abs, a nice back. He
was over me. His blue eyes pierced me, my eyes, my heart, my chest, my
breast. I tingled with amazement that any one boy could be this perfect.
I couldn't talk for a good long minute or more. Fuck. Good Grief he's
gorgeous. He's fucking gorgeous. He put his hand out to me. I hesitated
and for a second I could see a sternness and cold heartedness in him, in
his eyes, the curl of his luscious mouth...he would leave me here and
never return...but no, he was patient and kind and he smiled. I melted. I
put my hand out and he pulled it. Yanked it. Delicately but then hard.
Then a foot came up, impossibly for he seemed to be somewhat lifted off
the ground. HE COULD FLY!!! He kicked my legs and I fell out of bed but
he yanked my arm and lifted me up and then something came in and
sprinkled me with dust. He took me into his arms and cradled me. I was
bigger but that changed. I don't know how old I was once the dust settled
but I seemed about the same age as he. I was shorter now and he hugged me
and we twirled slowly as we rose up into the room, to the ceiling amid
the moonlight. He let me place my head on his bony shoulder. He put his
on mine. Good gosh!

"Come away with me? What if you could return to a land you've been to
only in your most pleasant dreams or exciting adventuresome
nightmares....what if every day were an adventure, what if you could go
there where you could leave all your worries behind...all you have to do
is leave home behind...but you could never, ever go back..."

"Why yes of course! I'm trapped here." Enticing. Enchanting. Alluring.
Pretty. He was the quintessential dream boy! LORD OF THE FLIES, THE NEVER
ENDING STORY, and DOCTOR WHO all rolled up into one big energetic Will
Robinson of LOST IN SPACE, quiet Barry Lockridge from LAND OF THE GIANTS,
power clad Superboy package. And what a nice package it was too. I could
have just licked him all over! And I did.

"I love you!" Peter kissed my mouth heavily and lifted me up, putting
hands on my back and wrapping his legs under mine. He floated me up into
the bed of cotton again and thrust into me. "I sooo love you!"

Bodies grinding against each other. I felt his hardness slowly grow
greater and greater to immense proportions. No human boy could be that
large I thought. Peter even outdid himself. I kissed his neck and he
kissed my nipples, each. Slowly. Ever so slowly. It wasn't like Peter. He
was usually so rough. Like a battle, his near-sexual behavior was like a
fight, a struggle. This time it was different. He was more...tender. I
was not sure I liked him this way. But it was a change and this change
made my own hardness to swell far past my seven inches. Our dicks nuzzled
each other and even though we still wore clothes, it felt really really
really good. I tingled and jumped. Involuntarily and voluntarily. Peter's
tongue found my chin and up to my mouth. He went in and shot his tongue
in and out, in and out. I grew up against my own belly and felt his belly
with my dick, my hands on his hips and rubbing from there up to his tiny
waist and ample smooth belly, fingering his navel quickly which seemed to
pop back out against my fingers. I rubbed his hips again and started up
them to his sides and up and up until I reached his underarms. He had my
back now and held me aloft for a bit, my back arching and my head leaning
down, his following from the air. THIS WAS SO HOT! I WAS ABOUT TO
BURST!!! Peter's hands behind my back, lifting me up to his crotch, so
that mine was touching his, his fully hairless and now out of his leaves,
fully exposed...it was too much! I pre cam and was about to unleash the
load of my life and shock Peter Pan!

Unknown to us, a giant snake, the name of Bendar, was crawling along the
floor and moving silently up at us. It crawled along the crags and cracks
of the rock wall, making its way steadily toward us, knowing we were
there, ready to please his belly. The head rose up at the hole, parting
the satin purple curtains there and the huge jaws opened, ready to
swallow Peter and I whole....the snake crawled for the hole....

TO BE CONTINUED...

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