Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.
Don’t let them win. Don’t let them beat you. Don’t let them steal your magic.
Everything comes with a price. Everything. Some things just cost more than others.
For Peter’s smile is a most contagious thing.
There is always something left to lose.
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter’s laugh was a most contagious thing.
Almost lost you,” he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. “Been through too much, me and you. We’re going to finish this thing together.
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.
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.
Children like yourselves are full of magic, but the men have turned, they’ve lost their magic to the fear and hatred they harbor for all that they can’t explain, control, or understand.
Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun.
And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not.
The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. “My name’s Peter. Can I play too?
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. “Time to play.
My name’s Peter. Can I play too?