The swamp was dark – the kind of dark the haunted the corners of nightmares, hiding creatures of the night behind a veiled shadow of mystery… but it was the mystery and not the nightmare that drew the boy out. He padded in an uncharacteristically quiet manner through the brackish water, peeking around mangroves with wide eyes and a boyish grin, looking for fireflies. Nevermind that if he actually found one, he wouldn’t know what to do with it, but he enjoyed the way they blinked like tiny stars around him, and sighed quietly in the dusky night, pleased at his latest adventure.
Bullfrogs began to add to the whisper of the wind through cat tails, and as the land grew darker still, the scaled colt decided to head for higher ground. After all, he remembered a place like this in Neverland… and remembered it was a place that the Crocodile had called home. While the toothy reptile had never really caused him much headache, it had proven quite a nuisance to the pirates. Good riddance, if you asked the boy.
When his feet hit marshy ground, he shlogged through a bit of mud, stopping once he reached a grassy clearing to roll among the emerald shoots. The motion felt good, and the stronger he rolled, the more that the ground cover wedged between his scales. It didn’t bother him much though, and settling on the soft bed of grass, he rolled onto his back to watch the stars pass by overhead.
It was here that the keepers of the Dusk Kingdom would find him, sleeping belly to the open sky, as his chest rises and falls in sleep. It was a vulnerable position, to be certain, but one that is quintessential Pan – nothing to fear, and not a care in the world.
Bullfrogs began to add to the whisper of the wind through cat tails, and as the land grew darker still, the scaled colt decided to head for higher ground. After all, he remembered a place like this in Neverland… and remembered it was a place that the Crocodile had called home. While the toothy reptile had never really caused him much headache, it had proven quite a nuisance to the pirates. Good riddance, if you asked the boy.
When his feet hit marshy ground, he shlogged through a bit of mud, stopping once he reached a grassy clearing to roll among the emerald shoots. The motion felt good, and the stronger he rolled, the more that the ground cover wedged between his scales. It didn’t bother him much though, and settling on the soft bed of grass, he rolled onto his back to watch the stars pass by overhead.
It was here that the keepers of the Dusk Kingdom would find him, sleeping belly to the open sky, as his chest rises and falls in sleep. It was a vulnerable position, to be certain, but one that is quintessential Pan – nothing to fear, and not a care in the world.
Pan
Dawn Kingdom
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