<div style="text-align: center"><u><b>James Dameron</b></u><br/>
<i>Somewhere within the city</i>​</div><br/><br/>James listened to Wendy’s words, listened to the story he had read in so many accounts. In so many different versions but now, hearing the real thing from the source, hearing it with the lucidity, the belief, the weight Wendy brought with each word. Her emotions fluttered faster than the wings of a hummingbird.<br/><br/><i>Happiness* </i>That beautiful smile as she spoke of Peter, of his lost shadow.<br/><i>Pain. </i>The nervous shift in her demeanor as she spoke of Tinkerbell’s jealousy.<br/><i>Loathing.</i>The pain that rippled through her voice as she told of Tinkerbell’s deeds.<br/><i>Yearning. </i>Her blue eyes swimming in dreams as she told of Peter’s kiss.<br/><br/>The mind of a child at work as she compared the trade of insignificant items to something as deep and passionate as a connection made through a kiss, a true kiss. Yet, the value was there and it was clear to James he best not meddle with that point of view. The button was embedded in her heart. It was what Peter had given her and it had saved her life. The mark on her skin was a permanent reminder she had been close to the doors of death itself. James nodded slowly as the car vibrated across the cobblestone roads deep within the city, the thick and smooth tarmac no longer part of their route. From the corner of his eyes he followed her fingers trace along the edges of her scar. James sucked in a deep breath before letting it go in a long and steady sigh.<br/><br/>“I’d love to fly.” He said, a hint of longing fastened to his voice.<br/>“We’re nearly there, we should walk the rest.” He offered as he pressed the car into a tight spot along the curb of the twisted and twirled streets.<br/><br/>James paused for a moment, his eyes gazing into the nothingness outside before he let his eyes fall on Wendy, again that calm and knowing smile plastered onto his lips.<br/><br/>“Let me show you Wendy, what Neverland has done to the world. It will be busy, I ask that you try and truly<i>see</i>, if at any point you feel uncomfortable we can leave. But I want you to at least<i>try</i>and join me on this adventure…. for what is an adventure without another soul?” He mused with a grin.<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer he stepped back into the outside world of greys and whites, of muddy vision and badly lit streets. He quickly moved around the car to open Wendy’s door, giving her a slight bow as he offered his hooked his arm once more. “And Wendy, James is just fine.” He chuckled.<br/><br/>As they moved through the mist laden streets James was quickly reminded that the evening was drawing to its close. A group of drunk men half stumbled past, one howling in pain as he shouted to his mates about some freak with tattoos and the pretty girl that seemed to glow.<br/><br/><i>It was definitely late.</i><br/><br/>The man’s friends merely consoled him as they hobbled past James and Wendy.<br/><i><i>Nearly there…</i> </i>James saw the little sign hang just ahead, plastered above the door, a sea of stars, a collection of tiny LED lights decorating the front, one “star” beamed brighter than the others. The sound of music and people slowly filtered into the streets as they got closer and closer. James paused for a moment and turned to Wendy. He pulled a deep red cardboard box from his pocket, his thumb pressed at a fold and he tapped two long white cigarettes free, he pulled one free with his teeth whilst he offered the other to Wendy.<br/><br/><br/>“A smoke for the nerves?” He offered in a mumble.<br/><br/>Bells chimed as the door into the bar was ripped open. three figures seemed to swirl through the mist in the distance, for a moment, for just a second James swore they<i>jumped </i>into the sky. The shadow's however were quickly torn from their sight as his thumb ignited the lighter he now held within his palm. The sudden spread of orange light spread through the white clouds and blinded them from their surroundings.<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><u>Pan</u></b><br/>
<i>The Starstruck on the Wright</i>​</div><br/><br/>Peter listened in awe as the man spoke tales of Peter Pan, of Tinkerbell and Wendy. Of Hook and his pirates. The man told of hidden lagoons and beautiful mermaids, of crafty Indians and Peter’s boys. The man seemed to positively shine as he spoke, his eyes gazed across the room, his hands moved about, arms waving as each tale made him more enthusiastic. Pan let his weight shift slightly, let himself fall against Tink, one arm pulled her closer, pulled at her warmth as he followed the man’s excitement. When the man finished Peter could see the youth in his eyes and he grinned.<br/><br/>“Tell me, have you ever learned how to<i>fly?</i>” Pan asked.<br/>“Fly? No, I don’t think so?” The elderly man frowned.<br/>“Tink! He hasn’t learned before, so we can take him right? Right? We all know you can’t ever fly again if you forget, forget how to fly. But he hasn’t forgotten because he's never been taught!” Peter said excitedly as he bounced and spun on his stool.<br/><br/>Peter sprung up in excitement, one foot on his stool, the other on the bar he lent forward as he pointed at the elderly man. A grin spread wide on his face as he lowered himself further and further.<br/><br/>“You! I shall name you Fable and you shall be one of my Boys. We have missed stories and tales, you will be our story teller!” He whooped.<br/><br/>The man seemed to reel back at Peter’s frenzy, at his energy but before he could take an actual step back Peter had jumped across the counter and sat opposite from the man, his legs dangled as he let on arm drop across the man’s shoulder, his hand grabbed at the man’s neck and he pushed their foreheads together. “It will only hurt for a moment, I swear.” Peter chuckled.<br/><br/>Pan had pulled a hilt from his belt and jammed it into the man’s gut, quick as lightning. Fable wheezed as the impact emptied his lungs. Fable’s eyes dropped towards his gut and his eyes bulged in disbelief at what he saw. A hilt of a blade held in Pan’s hand, the blade itself gone, out of sight, embedded within his skin? Pan just grinned at the man before he pulled the hilt back with a playful flurry. A streak of golden light pushed from the hilt, where a blade should be there was a column of light instead. As Peter pulled darkness followed its wake. Blackness seemed to pool and gather from within the man, it swirled and swirled until it was sucked into nothingness, absorbed within the pommel, within the light that Peter held. Peter clasped the young man’s shoulder before him with a knowing smile.<br/><br/>The folds of skin were gone, replaced by smooth and perfect complexion, his hair a full bush or wild brown, his eyes still held that same youth that Pan had fallen for and Peter just laughed.<br/><br/>“Are you coming Fable? You spoke of Wendy Darling, of her estate near here….. I want you to show us the way. Meanwhile.... we are going to teach you how to fly.” He laughed as his eyes found Tink. He gave her a knowing look and pulled Fable across the bar, out through the door, into the chilly night sky and he jumped…. jumped so high one would assume that eventually you’d fall.<br/><br/>But Peter didn’t fall and held Fable tightly, the skin of their hands pulled as Fable’s weight became apparent to Peter.<br/><br/>“Just<i>fly </i>Fable, it’s that easy.” He laughed as the city below became smaller and smaller.