Maggie's POV
"Whenever children read, it will say, 'Thus perished Peter Pan," the evil man said, holding up the medieval torture device on his arm. My older brother and I were paralyzed with fear. I was about to was my own father die and I was powerless to stop it. Suddenly, a glimmering light appeared and stopped the hook from hitting into my father in the head. My dad took hold of the man's arm and plunged it into the side of a supposedly dead crocodile. The pillars holding the croc up fell to the side and the croc fell on the man, eating him alive. The Lost Boys and my father all started celebrating.
"No more Hook!" They chanted. My brother and I were left off to the side. I briefly looked to my right and saw a mysterious girl standing there. We made eye contact. Her eyes widened and she put a finger to her lips, signaling not to tell anyone that I'd seen her. Then, she vanished into the woods. I turned back to find my father giving us sympathetic looks.
"Tink, make my kids glow."
I woke up in a pool of sweat. These dreams were happening more frequently now. I didn't know what they meant. All I knew was that the same thing happened in each one. It was the weirdest thing. In them, I was with Jack. He was twelve, and I was seven, meaning that this took place a great deal of time ago. I had no idea why I'd dream such a thing. My father was no super hero. Despite all of these odd feelings, the thing that stood out to me the most was the girl.
She was about thirteen. She had dark brown hair, blue eyes and dirt on her face. I looked at my clock. 2:30. Ugh. Sleep now, questions later. I laid my head back down on the pillow and drifted off into the same dream again.