My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.

Peter's face clouded. "Everything comes at a price. Or have you not learned that yet?

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

Then let us go and be terrible.

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?

The boy planted his hands on his hips and a broad smile lit his face. "My name's Peter. Can I play too?