Originally, this was going to be chapter eleven, but I later decided to cut it from the story. Enjoy!

After the ceremony, everyone made their ways over to the banquet hall. The room was decorated in colorful flowers with tables covered in linens that matched the bridesmaids' dresses. Everyone enjoyed food, drinks and dancing as they celebrated the couple's union. As Wendy walked about, chatting with her guests, something caught her eye.

It was more like someone. Her mother was standing in the corner, talking to a young man that she did not recognize. As she continued to watch them, the young man's bright blue eyes, impish grin and baby-faced features started to remind her of someone she knew very well.

"Who is that?"

Wendy turned to see Peter standing beside her.

"I'm sorry?" she asked.

"That chap that your mother is talking to," Peter said. "Who is he?"

"I don't know. I thought you might."

"Perhaps."

Just then, Mrs. Darling looked over at them. She smiled and motioned for them to join her. Peter took Wendy's hand and the two of them went to join Mrs. Darling and the mysterious young man.

"Peter," Mrs. Darling said. "I told you earlier that I've been doing some investigating." Peter nodded. "Well, it turns out that you do have a living relative." She motioned to the young man. "This is Gabriel. He is your brother."

Wendy clasped a hand over her mouth and looked at her husband. Peter stared at his long-lost brother with a blank expression. But inside, his chest tightened, his stomach fluttered, his heart raced and a million questions flooded his mind.

"I'm very happy to meet you," Gabriel said and he extended his hand.

Peter hesitated a moment before shaking Gabriel's hand.

"You must have a lot to talk about," Mrs. Darling said.

"I suppose we do," Gabriel said.

"Well, then. We'll just leave you two to talk."

"Thank you, Mrs. Darling."

Mrs. Darling led her daughter away, leaving the two boys to talk.

"Mrs. Darling seems nice," Gabriel said.

"Very," Peter replied.

Gabriel sighed. "I'm sorry to interrupt your special day, Peter. I saw the wedding announcement in the paper and I knew it was you."

"It is a bit of a shock." A silence passed between them. "How old are you?"

"Thirteen. Why do you ask?"

"I'm trying to figure out at what point James and Rebecca gave up on me."

Gabriel frowned. "Peter, they never gave up on you."

"They didn't?" Peter asked curiously. "But they had you, didn't they?"
"I was an accident," Gabriel explained. "They didn't want to have another child, but it just happened. You had been missing for nearly three years before I was born. When you disappeared, they nearly went mad. Mum would constantly be looking at children on the street, hoping it would be you. Father was offered a job in America and he turned it down because he thought you might come back to the house one day."

Peter hung his head. "I did once."

"You did? I don't remember that."

"No, you wouldn't. I only looked through the window. You all looked so happy."

"That must have been one of our good days."

"So, what happened to our parents?"

Gabriel hesitated. "Perhaps we should sit down."

They found an empty table and sat down together. Gabriel sighed heavily.

"Mother came down with influenza," he explained. "She was very sick. After she died, father couldn't handle it anymore. He took to the drink and it eventually killed him."

"I'm sorry, Gabriel. Maybe if I had come back…"

"Peter, don't you dare feel guilty about how things turned out. They were wonderful parents. A bit overprotective, but that's to be expected. Father and I went fishing a lot. Mother would always tell me a story before bed."

The comment intrigued Peter. "What kind of stories?"
"All kinds. Fairytales, mostly. She would make up stories, too. She had one about you."

"Really?" Gabriel nodded. "What was the story?"

"Well, I once asked her what had happened to you. She told me about a dream she had frequently. She said that you had gone to a faraway land inhabited by mermaids and fairies. You were raised by an Indian tribe and fought with pirates."

As Gabriel was telling the story, Peter's face became blank and pale. He had left his home so many years ago and had not contacted his family, yet his mother knew everything about the new life that he had made for himself.

"Are you alright?" Gabriel asked him.

"Gabriel, do you believe in magic?" Peter asked.

"That seems like an odd sort of question. I did when I was younger, of course."

"But then you grew up," Peter said with a sigh.

"Yes," Gabriel replied. "Why did you ask me that?"

"I do believe in magic."

"Oh. Alright." Then Gabriel shrugged. "I have something for you, by the way."

"You do?"

Gabriel reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. He put it on the table and slid it towards Peter.

"Mother and father kept you in their will. This is what they left to you."

Peter opened the envelope. He found it stuffed with hundred pound notes. He looked up at his brother.

"It was nice to hear that they didn't forget about me," Peter said. "I'm not sure what I'll be using this for, though. I have provided for myself for all this time."

Gabriel gave him a curious look. "How is it that you don't need any money?"

"You really want to know?" Gabriel nodded. "I do live in a faraway land inhabited by mermaids and fairies. I've made friends with an Indian tribe and defeated a band of pirates. You can either believe it or dismiss it; that's your choice."

Then Peter got up from the table and started to walk away.

"Peter, wait!" Gabriel called after him.

Peter stopped and turned to face his brother.

"Will I see you again?" Gabriel asked.

"Perhaps," Peter said. "If you believe hard enough."

Gabriel nodded. Then he stood. "I'm glad I had the chance to meet you."

"And I you, brother."

Gabriel smiled. Then he turned and left.