Page 24 of Lost Starlight
What in all Terra are these pixies doing?
Then, a group of pixies hovered in front of me, tossing one of my books onto the ground. Out of instinct and horror, I picked it up and dusted it off. I pulled my shoulders back, my timidity vanishing with the need to help those poor children.
“I am not your mother; however, do any of you like stories? Come, gather around me, and I shall tell you a tale.”
Present Day
I got ready for bed in my light blue nightgown and tied my hair in my blue ribbon at the nape of my neck. With slipper-clad feet, I walked to the window and cracked it open, letting in the cool night air, which I used to always love.
Until–the pixies.
I tried not to let the open window and sea breeze remind me of having been captured by the pixies. That was in the past.
They were not coming for me ever again.I shouldn’t let those pesky pixies take away my love of keeping my window open.
But the memory of having been pulled out of my bed, captured, and taken away to some strange island, filled with magical creatures was not something easily forgotten. Even so, many good things also came from that adventure.
It was like Peter had once said about diamonds. When pressed and pressed, that is when we see our real beauty.
I walked away from the window and over to my bed, pulling back the covers. Then, there was a light in the corner of my vision.
I paused.
It—no, there are no pixies here. Peter said they would never bother me again, and I believe him.
But I swear that I saw–
I closed my eyes and shook my head. I was just tired. I would sleep, and all would be better in the morning.
Chapter Eleven
Peter
One Month and Twenty-Seven Days Before Present Day
“Peter, I am not ready for this!” William insisted.
“You are fine. I have a crew all ready to go, and I told you that you could bring all the fruit you want,” I said while checking the rigging of our best Navy ship.
“You should be the captain,” William said, handing me his large black hat, just like the ones the captains of our Royal Navy wore.
“No, I will be your first mate and assist you. This is good for you,” I said, shoving it back.
“Peter!” he said as I moved to the wheel of the ship, calling out orders. We were ready to set sail.
If William would calmdown,I thought.
“Look, William, I get that this is frightening. I am here, my friend. You shall not be alone.” I placed a hand on his shoulder and looked into his worried, dark eyes.
He nodded and gulped.
Then, I shook him a little, causing him to roll his eyes.
“Okay, okay, you are right. I must be brave,” he said, shoving my hand away.
“You are brave. Just go ahead and tell the crew we are leaving.”
“Must we leave so suddenly?”
