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There's a reason why we're born with brains in our heads, not rocks.
Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
Had not enough gone wrong?
Men-kind shared this world for but a blink, then, sadly, they became enlightened, found science and religion. The new world of men left little room for magic or the magical creatures of old. Earth’s first children were driven into the shadows by flame and cold iron, by man’s insatiable need of conquest.
Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing together.
Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from you. I know what it is to have your dreams stolen. I know what it is to be dead. Guard your dreams. Always guard your dreams.
Burn? Smite? Punish? Why is your god so intolerant? So jealous? Why must there be only one god? Why is there not room for many?
There is always something left to lose.
Peter glanced up at the stars and a wicked smile lit his face. "Time to play," he whispered to the stars and winked. And the stars winked back, for Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
Peter stood, cleared his throat, and began to hum softly, then sing, slowly building up the song as his voice cleared. He found the old tune, the song of the Sunbird. And as he sung, as his rich voice echoed off the tall cliffs, the birds and the faeries lent him their voice and soon the tune drifted throughtout the garden.
Both sides so blinded by their fear and hate of each other that they couldn't see they were all fighting for the same thing.
But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another.
What will happen, will happen.
Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.
Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it’s all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can’t-do-this, and can’t-do-that’s, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.
Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.
Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they've lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can't explain, control, or understand.