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This is a work of fan fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional, and will have resemblance to characters. Those that are not owned by me. Unless added on into the story of Daylighter. This is a Peter Pan fan-fiction.
*Tokko_Sterling*
ISBN: 00-1433-0007-9414
Hellowise, Thea.
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A cherry-Chan Production
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Prologue
Ever since seven years ago from now.
{May 1, 2006: 9:32 A.M}
{May 1, 1998: 9:32 A.M}
Her mother and her brother left a note on the counter top.
The note wasn't really important.
Just saying how they will be back soon.
Simply knowing why they were out.
So the little girl just wondered the house.
Like everything was the same.
The only thing different was that her older brother wasn't with her.
Her mother was always out but always back.
It was a Saturday so she didn't need to read her home school books.
The poor little girl was bored and very, very, alone.
The little girl ran to her room and slammed the door shut.
Soon leaving the hallway, and went to go to the other flight of stairs.
Were her mother goes to talk to people.
It really wasn't the basement.
It was more like a study room.
The stairs began to creak below her bare feet.
They were always creaky and fun to hear.
The little girl even went back a few steps.
Then she went forward a few more steps.
Hearing it creak in light and low moaning tones.
It was all fun to the little girl.
The little girl opened the door were the door opened silently.
The heavy oak desk with its Victorian chair nicely pushed in.
The three sized balcony window was glowing in sun light.
From behind the heavy oak desk allowing sunlight clearly to pass threw.
It was even casting a very warm sun glow.
The big tall book shelf's pressed against two walls.
All sized books were packed in those shelves.
With all types of colors mixed together.
Everything was tight and clean and warm looking.
The little girl walked in the middle of the room.
The wood would make a small noise every step she took.
The little girl stood there thinking.
What could she do?
No one was around at the moment.
Nothing was going on.
She new if she moved she would make sounds, but they won't continue.
They only make sounds when you move.
The wood was gently warmed from the windows sunlight.
The little girl glanced around looking.
Time stood still.
So the little girl brought her hands towards her face.
She then covered her face with her hands.
Even if there was light still coming threw her fingers.
The little girl then spun around in circles.
Making her unique dark brown hair with sandy, peach, highlights.
Come to life when she started spinning around and around.
Making her feet make loud thumps with no control.
Faster and faster the little girl went.
Her hair left a faint scent of ocean breeze.
The little girl stumbled a bit to the left.
Then the little girl slightly stumbled to the right.
For then she spun and spun and spun.
Then the little girl was staggering towards the left.
She lost her balance and took her hands off her face.
The little girl saw the room spin over and over.
The little girl felt very dizzy.
She felt so dizzy that the little girl collided with one of the bookshelves.
Not harming her but making three books fall from the shelves.
The little girl groaned from the dizziness.
The little girl held her stomach feeling a bit sick.
The girl looked down and saw three books on the ground.
One book landed near her pale feet.
It was a light lavender hard book cover.
The second book landed upwards.
It was a faint red paperback book.
The last book landed on its front.
The color was as black as ink and it had strange silver marks.
It looked like a leaf at first, but the little girl took a closer look.
It was an image of a feather.
The little girl felt a shiver go threw her.
The little girl then took the fainted red paperback book and put it back on the shelf.
The little girl put the lavender hard back cover up on the shelf.
The little girl looked at the black book scared.
Not that it was scary looking.
The silver feather was enchanting.
The only thing was that it felt wrong.
The little girl stared at the black and silver feather.
She stared for minutes at a time.
After some time and other times she even felt confident to put it away.
Or even turn it around and look at the front cover.
The little girl quickly glanced around the room.
The little girl sighed wondering so many thoughts.
So the little girl turned the book around.
The little girl was amazed at how smooth it was.
How it at first was softer then silk.
The little girl just gaped at how strange this book was.
The little girl kept her eyes clenched shut.
The little girl turned it around and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud.
The little girl felt panic serge go threw her body.
Her heart raced and made a buzzing noise in her ears ending the silence.
The little eight year old girl was scared of this book.
So the little girl thought something was going to happen.
Nothing happened while the little girl had her eyes clenched shut.
The little girl gulped so very confused of everything.
The little girl came to a conclusion to slowly open her eyes.
The little girl's long peach eye lashes flew open.
Seeing thousands of white fireflies play with her vision.
She slowly glanced down to give out a shocking gasp that broke the silence.
The cover had a girl.
No the little girl looked closer at the cover.
It was breath taking to all extinct.
The girl looked like a vibrant dove.
The pale blond hair that was straight as a dagger.
Fell on her left shoulder while she was more likely kneeling.
A lily pad the girl or women in the cover was in a lily pad.
She had a pale type rose look.
Those made her look like a princess thought the little girl.
The women's face was angelic with a small sweet smile.
The little girl's mouth was slightly opened with a hitch breath.
Her light olive with a light tint of a more darker green eyes glued to the cover.
Then strangely the little girl saw a faded outline of two types of wings.
One on the right was more likely an angel wing as scene in pictures.
It had light silver glow like mist.
On the left side was a bat wing for sure, but strangely it looked like it had dancing shadows.
The shadows looked so inviting, so real.
The little girl looked behind the women to notice a gate.
Then again actually it was a stained glass window.
The little girl's eyes went wide with a bit of uneasiness.
Everything at first glance was different.
The gate that appears to be a stained window had faint colors.
It was unreal to the little girl.
It was made of deep greens, and deep blues that were faded out.
With a misty faint glow that made the stain glass have a water pattern.
On the edges of the whole cover were shadows.
Like seeing flames develop but not trying to destroy the picture itself.
Noticing it wasn't fire because looking closely they were figures outlined figures.
The little girl looked at the women kneeling in the lily pad.
Glancing downwards to see what was below the lily pad.
Was a reflection of an Island upside down?
The little girl turned the book upside down.
It was so vibrantly beautiful when it was being looked like upright.
The little girl couldn't explain it.
Rather then that it was scary beyond belief.
The little girl gulped feeling something inside her long to open the book.
Taking a closer look of the women was just shockingly, wicked, lovely.
Then something small and gold shaped like a diamond card a bit above the lady.
In the background two actually one bigger then the other.
The second star to the right had an outer glow.
The little girl held the book tightly to her chest.
The little girl then ran down the stairs.
She ran as fast as she ever could.
The little girl put the book on her bed.
Soon secretly pulling three loose baords right under the bed.
The perfect size to hide the book the little girl thought.
So the little girl placed the book under the bed nice and neat.
She had known that this was the perfect place to hide it and keep it in good condition.
Then again the little girl wondered when her big brother Duzzle, and her mommy Rahzel would come back?
So the little girl grabbed one of her leather bound black books about the same size.
The little girl ran into the study room placing it there.
Mother will never notice it looks the same.
Mother can't tell the difference because the bound looked exactly the same.
The little girl gave a sigh a bit shacking feeling scared that she might slip it out.
The little girl thought she didn't do anything wrong.
The little girl knew she was going to return it.
It's just that the little girl wasn't going to let her mommy Rahzel know.
Not even her older brother Duzzle know.
The little girl heard a car pull in.
The little girl ran out the study room dashing down the stairs.
The little girl heard jingling keys fiddle with the front door.
The little girls face was flushed pale with fear and yet hyper excitement.
Her heart was beating like a loud drum sound.
The little girl thought for a moment, but what if she finds out.
The little girl stood at the end of the hallway letting out a sigh of all negative thoughts.
Very determined to keep what she did a secret.
Then her mother Rahzel called out her name so sweetly and happy from the front door.
"Violet we are home."
"HAPPY 8TH BIRTHDAY VIOLET."
My brother Duzzle yelled from behind are mother.