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.

Don't let them win. Don't let them beat you. Don't let them steal your magic.

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

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.

I am your forest, your earth, your eternity. I am your life. I am your death. I am all things forever and always. Love me. Love me. Forever love me.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused. Is that not why you are here? Did Peter not save you?

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing.