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.

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.

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.

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

And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.

Did he dare trust this insane boy?