Landan Land The Personal Blog of Landan Crosslin

I killed Peter Pan.
It had to be done.
His elfish charms waylaid me from my task for far too long.
For a time he seemed to make me fly.
It was magical.
I soared above the clouds, flying loop-de-loops and figure eights.

Then something happened.
My strength began to drain.
His weight pulled me towards the waves, threatening to engulf me.
I looked down into his frightened eyes.
He knew what was to be done.
Without pity I cut the rope binding him to me, hurling his helpless body into the sea.

I soared away into the unknown.
Where true adventure waits.
Yet a part of me can't help and look back, wondering if maybe I couldn't have taken him along for the ride.