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

Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.

Had not enough gone wrong?

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

Peter kept walking.

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.