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@seasonofthenymph-blog
My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it's seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it you muse discovers that it's full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a "â" to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.
THE PLUM certainly has an appetizing air to it. If she hadnât offered, thereâs no guarantee Peter wouldnât have simply swooped down and plucked it from her very grip. All in good faith, of course â a bite, and he would return it. Probably.
  âYou are too kind,â Peter grins, slipping from his branch with a soft thump!, cushioned by the moss and rotten leaves of the undergrowth. âI havenât ever seen a plum tree around these parts,â he muses, holding out a dirty palm for her to hand the fruit over, âHave you hidden one, so that nobody else will find it?â
THE NYMPH squints up towards the sky and then back at the boy.Â
  âNot quite.â She leans in on washed up bobbysox. Cicadas whirred in the background, her clammy shins knocking into one another. âIâll show you.â She grinned at the other.
  Treading towards the tree, vines wrapped about her ankles and trail behind her. When she reaches the Sycamore, her palms raise to trace the bark, as if drawing a plum on its very body. Triggering something in itâs hollow, In seconds baby plums were sprouting from every inch of the tree.
   Her abilities as a nymph could very well come in handy, especially when it came to plant life, and even more so when it came to impressing Neverlandâs residents.
A small form lays splayed on a seaward rock, resembling a seraph in her most eloquent of vessels. The nymph stretches out her teeny limbs, exerting a yawn in the other's direction, as she spots them with a peculiar expression. In her hands she balances a plum, taking a large bite of it as the juice sticks to her tiny lips.Â
  âWould you care for a bite?â She offers to share.
TĘá´ Sá´Ęá´É´É˘á´Ę ÉŞÉ´ á´Ęá´ Fá´Ęá´sá´ || Bá´á´ĘŇÉŞĘᴠ Sá´Ęá´É´
At first Bae didnât understand what she meant. How could the land be hers? He wondered if she was a powerful being like the Dark One; and entity that could use magic to rule over something. It seemed wrong to compare her to his father though, because she was so timid and her magic felt gentle.
Anger tainted Baeâs confused expression at the implication that the Lost Ones had stolen something that was not theirs. And worseâ they had degraded it. He had just met the girl before him but he believed her words easily. There were instances in the past where he had wondered if Neverland had ever existed without the atmosphere of gloom that now spread across the entire land.
Bae was startled at her reaction at being mistaken for a fairy, but the mood lightened at her smile and the good-natured way she referred to the fairies she considered friends.
"A NymphâŚ?â He repeated, amazed. He had heard stories about them but had never encountered them so the possibility didnât cross his mind. It made perfect sense. He remembered being told that Nymphs possessed great magic; they were guardians of nature.
"Itâs a pleasure to meet you," Bae instantly felt the need to show some respect, "I didnât know Nymphs were real. Butâ why are you the only one? That does seem quite lonelyâŚ"
She grinned towards the boy charmingly, despite the atmosphere in question. She was surprised she was so easily wooed by one whom could very well be undercover.Â
Than the heat of reluctance reigned over her, and she felt she was treading risky waters. The high tide undoing her pallid stitching.
No, no. She shook that dreadful feeling off like a drape stolen of comfort. He seemed darling, a heart asunder a stolen land.
A nymph! Yes the surprise on his visage warmed her dainty little heart. Being a nymph never felt as much of a gift as it did at that moment. The other lost boys always made it out to be a curse, as if this power had made her ugly somehow.
"Oh, dear---" she murmered. "How I wish I knew. Although I do have the skill to rebirth a human girl into a nymph of my very own with a waning kiss. If--- If only you were a girl! I would never have to be the only one of my kind again!" She coo's, realizing what had just left her lips. How daring of her!Â
She wished she could take it back immediately.
"Again, not my problem. Go bother the others with that." Duke grinned, as if he was saying something kind. "Iâm not in charge of that stuff anyway."
"Others? Look's t'me like you're the only one round'. Mayhaps you could spare a second, unless of course, you'd rather me tie you up and have at you with m'sword." She presses, a threat clear on her tongue. Rather or not the boy was in charge, she would have her answer.
Panâs Labyrinth (2006)
 "How am I the silly one? You're silly!"
"Fairies andâwhat?â Neal echoed, his theory unravelling when the boy mentioned Neverland not just once but thrice.
"Neverland⌠like in the books? Peter Pan?â His forehead wrinkled in confusion. Itâs been some time ago since heâd read those books but he still had vivid memories about the movies and the cartoons. Plus the Tootles in the films didnât look at all like the kid who was before him right now.
"Oh hahaâ very funny," Neal pouted, his shoulders sagging as the excitement slowly left him, "Youâre saying Neverland is real? Iâm not falling for that. I shouldnât have believed you from the moment you said you didnât know what a cellphone was and stuffâŚ"
"Mermaids. Are you hard of hearing now? You ought to get that checked out." He shrugs, not meaning any harm.
His disbelief threw Tootles off indefinitely. "Your not so oblivious to think your world is the only one out there, are you? It isn't, trust me on this." He's surprised really, shouldn't a boy of his age still believe in magic? "Hey, what if I told you I didn't believe you on that cell phone thing, that is was possible. How would you feel? When you know its real but some kid is trying to tell you its not."
"Pan doesnât like girls. And everyone listens to him."
"I don't listen to em'. He's bonkers."
{honorablepirate}{It's always summer under the sea}
    The captain took a step closer, removing a branch from his way. âBorn of the soil and the sea you say? And yet you donât go closer your originâŚâHe processed her words carefully approaching as he spoke. âWhat kind of creatures are you so afraid, not-so-child?â
She let's out a hardy groan, all that a nymph of her weight could muster. "Don't tempt me, pirate. You men sail above the waters, oblivious as to what lies beneath. Only your tales can tell. But I, have learned first hand." She lifts her chin, as if she had all the answers. " 'Aven't you heard of the Kappa? Bloody savage beings they are. Tales claim they only inhabit small bods' of water, but Neverland disproves such rumors."
Youâll meet her, sheâs very pretty, even though sometimes sheâs sad for many days at a time. Youâll see, when she smiles, youâll love her.
Panâs Labyrinth (2006)
TĘá´ Sá´Ęá´É´É˘á´Ę ÉŞÉ´ á´Ęá´ Fá´Ęá´sá´ || Bá´á´ĘŇÉŞĘᴠ Sá´Ęá´É´
The more she talked, the more Bae felt the danger levels decrease. If her stutter was anything to go by, she appeared to be just as uncertain about him as he was of her. He hadnât entirely allowed his walls to come down yet thoughâ if there was anything Bae had learned, it was to not give his trust away so completely like he had done with people in the past who had later on betrayed him.
Bae thought twice about letting her know where he was going. If she turned out to be an ally of Peter, his whole plan would fall apart and all his efforts wasted. He swallowed around the lump in his throat as he thought of a way to answer the question without giving too much away, âIâm headed toward a hiding place where the Lost Ones canât find meâŚâ
He thought that was straightforward enough. It would inform her that he wasnât friends with Peter Panâs boys as well as satisfy her curiosity. He worried his lower lip while he observed her expression, wishing hard that she wasnât a spy.
He was distracted from his train of thought by the display of magic before him. Right by the soil around the girlâs hand, a beautiful sunflower rose from the earth. Baeâs attention was held as she picked it and offered it to him. He glanced between her and the flower, speechless for a moment. If he wasnât so wet and cold, he would have blushed.
"For meâ?" He hesitated, his hand slowly reaching out for the flower. Then he takes it and admires it. There werenât any sunflowers in the camp where he stayed. In fact, he hadnât seen one in very long. A small smile made its way to his lips, "Thanks." He then takes the opportunity to look at her face closely, "How can you do that? Are you aâ a fairy?â
Soren definitely found herself less tense than she had first been, not as frightened. She asked herself why the boy would want to hide from the Lost Ones. But then again, who wouldn't he want to hide from them? They were vicious, and cruel. She had learned that the hard way.
âI'm hiding from them too. But I-- I shouldn't have to be. This was m-my land before it was there's.â She explained, before shushing herself. She didn't like pointing finger's, but it always confused her as to why they wanted her off the island when she was the one tending to it. It was as if they wanted it to decompose right before their eye's.âNo one should have to feel scared here. This use to be a safe haven. Now it feels anything but safe.âÂ
Soren wrapped her arms around herself, eyeing the flower. At least there was still some life among all this wreck. It was often hard to spot the good when surrounded by all the bad. But it was a trait she harbored within her that made her continue to glow even through everything she had been through, what the Lost Ones had put her through.
His reaction made her smile, and she was reminded that there were still some good people. "Your welcome." She beamed. Her eye's brighten at his response. "A fairy! If only! Their so darling, little itty bitty friends. Miniature friends. But they have such big hearts--â Oh, she was rambling. She shook her head so her mind would find it's way back on track.
âI'm a Nymph. The only in Neverland. It's so terribly lonely, but actually quite nice, when you weed out all of the duties and stuff. The best part though? I have all the time in the world!â
 He was almost a hundred percent sure now that the boy before him was a time-traveler of sorts. The strangerâs explanation of what seemed to be the past sounded pretty genuine. Besidesâ no spaceship ruled out the possibility he was an alien.Â
"A portal? You mean a doorway that leads to another world? Whoa.â He stared. Then he enthusiastically offers a hand for the other boy to shake, âIâm Cornelius. But you can just call me Neal. Whatâs your name?â
"Well-- more like another realm. We still have humans and all. But we do have Fairy's. And Mermaids, even a Nymph as well!" He cooed.
"Neal! Cool name. I-- I don't remember my real name. It's been so long, feels like forever ago." He sighed. "I go by Tootles in Neverland. Yeah, silly name but, I've grown use to it."
"Hey, speaking of Neverland. I bet you'd like it there! There's all sorts of things to do. And you never have to grow up! Hence the name thing. Maybe when I find my way back, you'd like to come?" He invited. One more lost boy to add to the pack, what a party that would be!
 "I sort of fell into this place â literally. I was wondering if you could tell me where I am to begin with."
"Well it certainly isn't the first time something like this has happened. We have all sorts of visitors." She explained.
"Welcome to Neverland." She said with a smile. "I'm afraid the only way you'll be finding your way back to your realm is if you make acquaintance with Peter, 'king' of the lost boys."
"there is no happy ending in this story"
TĘá´ Sá´Ęá´É´É˘á´Ę ÉŞÉ´ á´Ęá´ Fá´Ęá´sá´ || Bá´á´ĘŇÉŞĘᴠ Sá´Ęá´É´
Bae knew of mermaids, had heard of the natives living near the mountains and he was aware that the forests were home to wild animals that could tear him apart if he made the wrong move. Peter had done a right job of making them understand that the only place they were safe enough in Neverland was in camp with the other boys. When Bae planned his escape, he had thought himself ready to face any and all challenges that he would come across. His weapon of choice in camp was a spear but since that was difficult to bring along, he settled for a dagger hidden in his boot. His hand lingered near his leg in case he needed to defend himself.
The figure before him didnât strike him as any of those he had prepared himself to face though and his breathing came in shallow puffs as it drew near; its white clothing almost glowing in the moonlight.
It was a girl⌠Or at least thatâs what she looked like. Bae stared up at her, his expression thoroughly confused that she didnât seem intent on hurting him. He didnât know if that was good or if his judgement was shot because of the hit heâd suffered to his head.
From where he sat, he could see the ends of her white dress was tattered and that she was barefoot. Her blonde hair also gleamed when the light fell on it and she didnât look like any ordinary girl heâd ever seen before. When she sat down before him he started a little and moved back against the tree instinctively. The tension left his shoulders when she spoke; a soft greeting that didnât sound at all threatening.
"HelloâŚ" Bae said hesitantly in return, his voice nearly as quiet. He felt strange talking to her as if he hadnât just emerged from an exhausting escape but there was a peculiarly hypnotic air about her. He was almost certain that she didnât feel human. Vaguely, he wondered if he was maybe seeing things.
"I uhm⌠Iâm not here to cause trouble," He frowned, knowing he looked quite the sight in his soggy clothes and his bleeding forehead, "I was just passing throughâŚ"
A faint smile pressed at her face, trying to seem as harmless as possible. She knew she most likely startles him, and she shunned herself for doing so. Her feet dug into the soil behind her, as she sat up on her knee's, a curious glimmer in her eyes.Â
Soren observed him like a scientist who has just discovered a new specimen. She wasn't afraid, as she usually would be in the presence of a lost boy. He didn't seem harmful, just hesitant. And she respected that indefinitely. It was always good to be careful when encountering another in Neverland. You never knew who to trust.
"Neither am I. I d-don't wish to harm you." She promised, her eyelashes fluttering. "P-Passing through---" She repeated, pondering the words in her head before opening her mouth to speak again. "Where--- might you be heading--?" She asked, eager to assist. She knew Neverland like the back of her hand, as she had dwelled its land for centuries upon centuries. And it was very hard to find company, more or less friends in a land so tainted.Â
Soren almost felt sorry that she was interrupting the boy's rest but, she was so eager to help. The urge ignited her fingertips, as she dug her fingers into the grass, a tiny little sunflower growing between her fingers. As a nymph, she could tend to the earth as she pleased, including growing flowers with only her palm as her instrument. Although she dreaded doing so, she picked it from the soil, turning it and pressing it between her fingers. She exhaled softly, eye's fluttering up to meet his, her lips curving into a smile, before holding the flower out to him in her open palm.
"A--- peace offering."Â
