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

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 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.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

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

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.

There is always something left to lose.