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Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.
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For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.
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My name's Peter. Can I play too?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.
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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?
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There is always something left to lose.
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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.
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That's the spirit, one part brave, three parts fool.
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Peter, she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
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Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead.
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