Peter Pan Among the Shadows

Fairy Hive

Sharp laughter led Peter through the bushes of Kensington Gardens. Next to a babbling brook, just off of the main river sat two boys, still crawling in their day clothes. They didn’t know their names, just the ones they gave each other.

One boy, with bright brown curls, was awarded the name Curly.

The other, with slightly soiled garments, would be honored with the name Slightly.

If you put your ear to the fifty-first bar on the gates of Kensington Park Gardens at the night when the moon shone brightly and Mars danced with Venus, you would have heard a peculiar sound, sounding very similar to a goat.

You would have also heard bells, a child laughing, and something shimmery. You then would probably think you just heard weird things and continue walking. Yet these sounds had always happened there, especially if you were a writer living nearby who noticed them.

Tinker Bell landed in the forest not too long before Mars asked for Venus’ hand on the dancefloor. Peter had raced back home, even faster than Tinker Bell, to see only two of his lost boys waiting on his beloved goat.

“I say, step off of that animal, children. You may not ride Father’s horse when he’s home.”

Slightly and Curly looked at each other, then back to Peter as the air smelled of confusion.

“That’s what Fathers sound like, Slightly?”

The baby shrugged its tiny shoulders.

“I always thought they spoke like they’re really happy to see you all of the time. With a higher sound, like a squeal.”

Curly’s eyes widened. “Oh. I never remembered that. I must have been gone for a long time already.”

“Will you get off of my goat? Otherwise, I’ll have to cut you down to size.”

As Peter unsheathed his dagger for the second time tonight, Tinker Bell’s whole body shook with annoyance.

“Tinker Bell?”

A warm, quite sound wafted through the air, sending ripples of gold through the air. The lost boys immediately fell asleep, and Peter sheathed his sword and calmly began petting his goat.

The little fairy knew who said that and where she should go. Immediately, she darted towards the hive.

As she flew towards it, we see a crystalline structure, built entirely into the thick trunk of a 1000-year-old tree. Light bent across the sides, hiding it among the dense bushes and trees. The only way she knew to go into was a guarded hole where fairies flew through.

Past the hole was an expansive colony of fairies of different colors; red, blue, orange, green, gold, and white. Tinker bells golden trail passed through the colony, up past the multi-level bioluminescent chandelier and straight to the throne room.

The entire throne room submitted to the Queen's whims. The enormous chandelier shifted positions based on her mood, wall paintings showed the fairies she was talking to and her precious throne vibrated whenever she spoke. The chandelier pointed all of its lights upwards, a good sign. Tinker Bell’s picture on the wall looked flattering, and the Queen sat on her throne.

Queen Mabs was the most beautiful fairy that ever lived. Her wings, tucked behind her, glowed a thousand different colors at once, her hair reflected the colors of the fairies and her piercing multi-colored eyes stared forward, beckoning her dear friend in.

“Tinker Bell!”

The little golden fairy kneeled to her queen.

“Your majesty.”

After they embraced, Queen Mabs beckoned her to the window of her throne room. Fairies of all shapes, sizes, and colors whizzed by, like multi-colored fish jumping upstream.

“Look at my people, Tinker. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Tinker Bell nodded, smirking with her thin lips.

“Do you know something peculiar happened? Today was a day when only two fairies died. Usually, there are fifty fairies born to make up for the lost ones, yet now we have a surplus. Forty-eight new fairies in our hive! We might need to build another level of beds.”

Queen Mabs turned to her fairy colleague as she noticed Tink glowing, with a smile on her face

“I haven’t seen you smile like that since we found Peter, Tink. Am I missing something?”

Tinker Bell turned to her Queen. “You’re majesty, I finally got to fix something again.”

The Queen’s eyes brightened. “Oh, how splendid. Marvelous. What did you fix?”

The little golden fairy took a quick breath and gripped some of her hair in her right hand. “We fixed the believing problem!”

The throne materialized behind her as she sat near the window, still overlooking the masses that flew past.

“Tinker Bell, there was no believing problem.”

Tink’s eyes narrowed.

“With all due respect, there was one and now it’s been fixed thanks to yours truly, Peter Pan, and a play.”

“A play?”

Tinker Bell’s lips disappeared behind her shut mouth.

“You revealed the fairies to those, those monsters?!”

The room turned red as Tinker Bell’s wings flipped between Eagle, butterfly, bee, and cicada.

“Tinker Bell, what have you DONE?! Those monsters will find us and turn us into lights and fires! We’ll never get to protect this world, let alone ever see it again.”

Mabs flew out of her throne and paced around her chandelier.

“No human followed you home, right? You passed over the houses until Kensington?”

Tinker Bell flew to meet her Queen again.

“Yes, your Majesty. But what happened tonight should tell you what that did. It got people to believe in fairies again.”

The Queen stopped pacing and faced Tinker Bell. The room turned orange.

“My dearest Tinker Bell, when I chose this place to build the nest so long ago, it was meant to stay out of the reach of those barbaric humans. We all used to fly in different factions, fighting about which color was best to avoid being eaten. After we stopped them and built our nest together, we’ve had this fight over revealing ourselves to the dreaded behemoths outside. You wanted to befriend them and get them to believe, hence your boy out there with his goat. But I’ve seen humans do towards things they believe in- they begin to fear it, question it, and seek to destroy it. They’d try to make something useful out of us. They enslaved fire, dominated over the earth and water, and even the clouds seem to bow to their whim.”

“But we need them, my Queen. They lose belief, we die. We need them. Peter is the only way we get to thrive again. Just think how we were when humans loved us like the angels. We never had to deal with fairies dying.”

The queen looked towards her loyal companion with a broken smile.

“You always did try to fix things, Tinker Bell. Try not to cause any more trouble out there. Dismissed.”

The room turned a golden blue as Tinker Bell flew back to Peter’s nest, where she found him asleep atop the dumb goat, its mouth too filled with grass to notice.

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