Neverwith (Neverland: Chronicles of Red Book 1) by Crea Reitan

Author:Crea Reitan [Reitan, Crea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: dragon fire fantasy
Published: 2021-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

The throne room was as busy as always with attendants and guards and citizens and workers all demanding the king’s attention. King Beste was a great king and he made sure to address everyone, no matter what they wanted. He did so jovially, laughing kindly with everyone from the poorest peasant to the richest noble.

He’d been on the throne for far longer than Lirit had been alive. Years and years. Under his reign, the kingdom had grown and prospered. And it would continue to do so for many generations to come. The undersea wasn’t quite like Neverland in that it was built on the premise that one never grows up. Well, it used to be that way.

The undersea aged but very slowly. And the merkin aged slowly as well. The two combined meant that most merkin were ancient to some degree.

Lirit wasn’t quite that old. He’d been a small boy when he’d met the happy, adventurous boy that was Peter Pan. Back when the Lost Boys’ only concern was whether Peter Pan’s make believe would be so real to him that they wouldn’t get dinner because Peter was pretending they’d already ate.

Back when the shadows were made by the sun. When the Redskins weren’t… well, the things they were. The pirates weren’t blood suckers. And the faeries weren’t quite so crazy and dark and violent. When there were only ever a handful of lost boys and never any lost girls.

Back before the beast was killing the land and the kids.

He was old enough to know Neverland in its first, original incarnation.

Things had changed drastically. However, some things were good. He grinned, thinking about those good things.

Lirit continued to grin as he walked deeper into the throne room to hear King Beste’s laughter as he talked to one of the cooks. He hadn’t bothered to take off his armor, but he did change his fins out for legs. He wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t the hugest fan of his tail. He much preferred his legs. Since he had pants stashed all over the kingdom, it wasn’t hard finding some before he went to seek an audience with the king.

He knelt on one knee with his head bowed and waited. It wouldn’t be long. When the king saw him, he’d usually gain an audience shortly after.

As predicted, it was less than half an hour later that he heard the king say his name. Lirit looked up through his lashes, smirking. “Good day, King,” he said.

King Beste beamed. “Come, Lirit. Sit with me. Everyone else, out.”

Lirit waited where he was until the crowd went by. As the last of them passed, swimming through the doors that slowly closed behind them, Lirit got to his feet and swam-walked to the king. He sat in the smaller throne to the king’s right. Lirit’s throne.

Oh, right. Lirit was the king’s favorite child. His only child, true. But still his favorite.

“How goes it, my son?” the king asked, patting Lirit’s arm.

“Besides mother trying my temper, all is pretty well.

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