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.
Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers.
What will happen, will happen.
If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play.