The Pan Prince

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Prologue part 3

When Peter woke up the next morning he said he was ready for everything, he would later regret that, a lot. He follows the rest of the boys to the dining hall for breakfast.

The smell of yummy food drifted through the village and the boys followed it too its source. Some boys walk right inside while others hover at the door but before long non can resist the urge to at least have a look around. As soon as Peter walks through the door he is enveloped in a blanket of warmth. They quickly shuffle over to the line stretching across the length of the building and slip in.

The line moves slowly but the constant chatter passes the time. The boys stand there looking lonely and out of place for only a few moments before the people in front and behind them turn around and spark up a conversation. Other boys their age slip into the line and join the conversations. Soon the group is at the beginning of the line. Unsure what to do they copy the people in front of them and roll with it. The chefs behind the counter ask whether they want green peppers or red ones and if they want tomatoes. The different foods, depending on what they answered, are placed on a plate that is continually passed down. it finally reaches the end where there is a stove covered in iron skillets. The boys watch in complete fascination as they break open a couple of eggs and spread them around. The chefs wait until the side is cooked and flips it over before pouring the stuff on the plate into the middle of the eggs. The chefs fold the eggs over to the food and let it cook for a minute before flipping it again and waiting another minute. The steaming omelet is finally scooped off the skillet and back onto the plate before being placed in the open arms of the drooling boys.

The first boy sits alone for only a moment at a long empty bench table before the rest of the boys join him. Unaccustomed to the luxury of fresh food, actually solid food at all, the boys place their plates on the table and hesitate. Fearing that the plates will be swiped away. Some of the town boys soon join them and dig right in, convincing the new boys to eat as well.

The orphans savor their food, never having tasted something so amazing. The boys look up when the sounds of the dining hall around them fade. Most everyone else had stopped eating to stare at them. The boys quickly finish chewing and push their plates away, their faces bright red. The adults and children laugh before going back to eating and inviting the boys to do the same.

While some boys finish their food quickly, eager for the day ahead of them, others take their time, savoring the wonderful flavors. Once all the boys were done they dispersed throughout the village some finding work, others exploring, others playing, and Peter wandered to Micheal.

"You ready for today's lessons?" Micheal asks him, turning his head to look at him as they stood at the edge of a deck looking out over the edge.

"Yep" Peter says confidently as he meets Micheal's gaze.

"Good. Today's lesson is fairly simple. We're going to learn how to fly." Chirped Micheal.

"Fly?"

"Yes fly. It's fairly simple. You can't fly on your own now. So, you'll have to learn. Just think.. happy thoughts."

"Happy thoughts?" asked Peter, "But I've lived in a orphanage as long as I can remember. I have no happy thoughts!"

"Hmmm... odd." Said Micheal. "No happy thoughts. Try to think. You must have one."

Peter thought and thought and thought, but nothing came.

"Is there anyway you can help me remember?" squeaked Peter.

"No." said Micheal. "Flight is something you have to find for yourself. I can't do it for you. I already know how to fly. Think. Go back as far back as you can."

Peter thought. He went back through his memories. Then he remembered his 6th birthday.

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Peter had gotten a small model plane. He remembered the faces of a man and woman who wouldn't adopt him because he was 'too puny and would just be a burden.' They ended up adopting the residential meat-head Jason Huntchbak. That event was when he was four.

But one memory stuck out.

He was barely one.

It was in the summertime. The sky was clear, and there was a light breeze. He was looking up at the sky, and saw something. A small object. When he looked closer, he realized it was a kite. The kite was a very large dragon. It's scales shimmered in the sun, and it's mane flew out behind it. It's tail flicked in the wind.

"Kite." Peter said quietly and unassertive.

"What did you say Peter?" asked one of the nurses near him.

"Kite." he repeated with more confidence.

The nurse stood in shock. Most children would've begun to babble ages ago. But Peter had always stayed quiet. Now, for the first time, he said a word. Not just a simple gaa, but a fully understandable word.

"Kite Kite Kite Kite KITE!" Peter repeated pointing at the flying dragon.

"Dragon!" Peter said next. He then did something that stunned anyone or anything listening at that exact moment.

"Kite, dragon, f-ly! Fairy!" Peter said completely, pointing to a spot in the air.

The nurse looked, but saw nothing. But, Peter saw a smiling pixie in a brown shirt and leaf leggings. She gave a little wave before flying off.

The nurse promptly took his temperature.

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"There you go!" Micheal crowed.

Peter looked down at the ground, several feet below him. Micheal jumped into the air and joined him with a loud crow. "Try to use different memories each time, if you use the same one a lot it tends to not work as well."

"Will I always have to use a memory?" Peter asked.

"No, you just have to use them until you get used to the magic and the magic gets used to you. Then all you have to do is say I believe, well actually thinking it works as well" Micheal answered.

"Go on, Peter. Your next lesson is how to crow." Micheal cheered as Peter flew through the air.

Peter let out a squeaky 'cock-a-doodle-doo!'.

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Hi Chessie again. and... never mind...

-Chessie out