What will happen, will happen..

Peter stood up and let a wicked smile slide across his face. "Time to play..

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul, and without them you are dead..

And may God be merciful, because these twisted men will not..

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..

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

There is always something left to lose..

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

Almost lost you," he thought, surprised to find himself blinking back tears. "Been through too much, me and you. We're going to finish this thing tog….

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

Enough talk," Peter said, and his eyes flashed. "It's time to turn you three into killers..

But Peter had seen too much, knew too well that men-kind didn't need an excuse to be cruel and murder one another..

But he was sick of this charade. Sick of watching people lose a little more of their humanity each day, and sick to death of seeing people tortured i….

For Peter's smile is a most contagious thing..

The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race. Listen to it. That’s the sound of being alive. It’s your time, Nick. Y….

My name's Peter. Can I play too?.

Your dreams are your spirit, your soul and without them your are dead. You must guard your dreams always. Always. Lest someone steal them away from y….

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

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 ca….

Had not enough gone wrong?.

Go and play. Run around. Build something. Break something. Climb a tree. Get dirty. Get in some trouble. Have some fun..