Continuing my series of artwork inspired by
's Disney-themed fantasy fan fiction, DIZGAIA!
Chapter 21 of DIZGAIA begins a whole new adventure for Miandra Mercurial. If she thought the world she found herself in was the kind of stuff dreams are made of, then she hadn't seen ANYTHING yet!
Just think of a wonderful thought, douse yourself in fairy dust, and take flight with Mia as she plays with Lost Boys and crosses paths with pirates!
THIS WAY TO NEVERLAND!!!!!
And now, an excerpt from DIZGAIA Chapter 26 ~ Beneath the Glow of the Fairy Tree
The wicked pirate creeps to the edge of the grove which houses Pixie Hollow, but no musical tones reach his ear. Disappointment etches deep across his face, but as he peers through the brush, the golden light spilling from the great tree illuminates a familiar figure lying asleep in the glade. A boon has been granted him this night! Peter Pan, foolishly fast asleep in the middle of the wood with neither the Lost Boys nor the natives to aid him, or even the crocodile to hide behind!
The captain approaches, a twig snapping underfoot. He pauses, holding his breath. The boy does not stir. As he draws closer, he can see the boy has aged yet again. His muscles are thicker and a five-o-clock shadow graces his otherwise youthful face. This is a phenomenon the captain has seen before, but never this far along. This is new. Still, it does not stop him. Hook advances, drawing his steel.
He hesitates. For lo! Behold, the maiden fair, wrapped in the arms of a young man who was once but a boy. See how soundly she sleeps! Never suspecting such danger lurks at the fringe of her dreams, threatening to plunge her headlong into a nightmare. To spill his enemy’s blood over that beautiful creature – why, it would be nothing short of a sacrilege!
But what manner of creature is she? She is no aborigine, nor is she of fae, though she looks like a woodland nymph in her floral coronet and thin slip of forest green. Slowly, the captain extends his namesake, using it to push aside more foliage so he can get a better look. He leans towards her, tilting his head.
It is a young woman – feminine, delicate, innocent, lovely. Is this but another of Peter’s ‘mothers’ whisked from her bed with promises of adventure in exchange for stories and maternal affection? Oh, but see how they hold one another in their arms! This is not the embrace of mother and son, but of young lovers!
It would be bad form to slay his enemy whilst he sleeps in a lover’s embrace. And yet a jealousy burns within Hook, such that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Hatred, yes. But jealousy? What had he to be jealous of before now? Peter Pan, the wretched boy, has attained that which the debonair captain has never secured for himself! Romance, love, the adoration of a starry-eyed young woman. In this moment, his hatred for his mortal enemy grows. But still, he does not strike. He would just as soon deface a great work of art as disturb the peaceful rest of so lovely an angel.
Silently, he sheaths his sword, promising himself that he will come back for Peter, and for the girl. And then… then he would kill the boy and steal his precious treasure. Yes, vengeance would be sweet, and the prize would be all the sweeter. The captain departs, leaving the lovers, for now, unmolested.
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