A/N: I guess it is an AU, though I think everything is possible theoretically. I also have to add, that English is not my, or my proofreader's native language, so if you find any serious mistakes, please let me know. Thank you!

Phase the first - Carry me off my feet

'Oh, it's wonderful...! Magic is the best thing in the world!' Bae was wrong, she thought. 'I knew it was an awesome idea to join you!' cried Wendy exultantly. The shadow made no answer. It barely spoke, so it was not surprising.

She couldn't help giggling while they were flying high up in the air over the dull, grey rooftops. It was a chilly November night, but she didn't care about the cold winds, she was stunned by the beauty of the dark blue canvas of the sky. It seemed to be so close to them as if she could pin down the wonderful bright stars and put them into her pocket. They were flying really fast, almost faster than light, she thought naively. She wasn't scared. The shadow held her hand firmly, and she felt safe. She wouldn't have been able to explain Bae, why, but she knew that the shadow would not hurt her.

As soon as they left the dim lights of the city behind, the shadow suddenly started to descend even higher in the air. They reached the world of winter clouds, heavy with snow. Her whole body began to shake after a few minutes up there. It was freezing cold, and she started to feel a bit tired, the monotonous white darkness made her drowsy. Bae's words started to echo in her head, but she tried to forget them. She did not move, it was only her heart that turned back towards her home as she recalled his words... The shadow at that very moment looked at Wendy, and gently pulled her closer to its body. Wendy startled a bit, but after she realized that it was trying to warm her up, she gave the creature a smile. Its body was surprisingly warm, as if the shadow just have left a hot chimney. Wendy soon fell asleep, and next time she opened her eyes, the shadow was already carrying her over a sunless sea. The shadow, seeing that she was awake, pointed with his free hand to the right. Wendy followed his glistening look, and what she saw, made her gasp immediately. She rubbed her eyes, to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

'Are we here? Neverland?' The shadow nodded. They were slowly approaching the island that emerged there from the misty water. It was mostly covered in a dark and wild rainforest, but somehow, it didn't scare her. It seemed tameless, but it still attracted her. She felt the presence of magic in her guts. When they reached the shores, another shadow joined them. It was carrying someone, too, a boy, not older than Wendy's little brother. She saw the terror in his blue eyes. He tried to escape, which was a very dangerous thing, as they were passing over edgy cliffs. She shouted at him:

'Calm down, or you'll fall down! They won't hurt you!'

The boy shook his head.

'They took my brother, and he never came back! I'm afraid!'

'Don't be! I'll be here' she smiled, but the shadow suddenly let go of her hand. She fell a few down metres to land on the cold, wet, sandy shore. 'Don't leave me! How will I find my way in the jungle?' cried Wendy, but they were gone. She looked around, but saw nothing except the dark forest and the raging sea, and she had to admit that for the first time, she was really frightened.

'I'll show you the way' the soft words echoed on the rocks. Way, way, way...

She turned her head quickly around to find who spoke to her. A tall boy in his early teens was leaning against a huge rock behind her. Wendy would have sworn it that there was nobody when she looked there three seconds before. But now this boy definitely was there, smirking at her. He wore a bit worn-out green shirt, tight brown pants, his arms were crossed, and he looked quite confident . He walked closer, and held out his left hand.

'Will you give me the honour of joining me for a walk, miss?'

She was still slightly shocked by the fact that she was just dropped down by the shadow without any explanation.

'Who are you?' she asked, not accepting his hand.

'Me? I am Peter. Peter Pan. Welcome to Neverland.' he smiled at her. He raised an eyebrow and looked at his hand. She grabbed it, and he helped her to stand up. 'What do you want to see first? The mermaids of the sea? Or the huge, flaming phoenixes?

She gasped.

'They exist?'

'Everything exists that you dare to think of.' smirked Peter, and pulled her into the dark jungle.

Wendy has lost the count of time on the island. After the unpleasant arrival, things have taken a turn for the better, and she started to enjoy herself. Peter led her to the camp where he and a gang of boys lived, in the heart of the dark jungle, near a stream that was referred to as 'Alph'. The hours seemed much longer to her than they were at home. Wendy even asked Peter about it sitting down next to him while trying to catch her breath after dancing and singing around the small bonfire for long hours. She loved the wild songs and dances, she was not able to do such things back in London. They were not proper for her...

'Oh, I think the sun is about set soon, now you're here.' said Peter enigmatically.

'What? I mean… Pardon?'

'Oh, just forget about manners, we do not care about them either.'

Peter still did not answer her question. He picked up his pipes, and was about to play something for the boys again, but Wendy gently held his hands down. He seemed a bit perplexed for a second, but he quickly changed back to his casual, arrogant look.

'You are hiding something from me.'

'You're a smart girl, Wendy. A bit too smart for-'

'For my own good? My father kept saying that! I thought that no one says something likes this here. Not on Neverland!'

Peter's eyes widened, and he smiled wildly:

'So now you feel it keenly! If it remains that way, we will have our night at last.'

He then turned his back to her, and started to play. He really did not

This boy was the eldest, and the most powerful on the island. Pan was the leader of the boys, seemingly only a few years older than them. It seemed to Wendy that he was the only one who had real control over magic in Neverland. It was curious. Back in London she thought that it is the shadow, who rules the island, yet it was rather only his servant.

The boys sometimes went for hunting, and when they came back, there was always a big feast with dancing. The boys were just shouting, wrestling, fighting, while Pan's music slyly leaked into their brain through their ears. This unearthly music inevitably amused and bemused her as well. She couldn't stop dancing for hours, and she only had time for her thoughts when the boys went into the woods again. She rarely slept, and was not able to tell, how long has she been on the island. It seemed days, or rather, weeks, but there were no nights to tell her, how much time has passed.

While the boys were hunting, she went for walks in the less wilder parts of the dark forest, singing, and collecting exotic flowers. These were girlish activities, as Pan said disparagingly. He was more and more rude to her as time passed. It seemed he was not happy having her in Neverland.

Many boys followed her wherever she went in spite of that. She taught them new songs and games, repaired their clothes, cut their hair. Most of them were really friendly, some liked to tease her, but almost everybody sought her attention, and only the older ones, Peter's close sidekicks, Rufio and Felix seemed to dislike her. The smaller boys kind of grew fond of her, they even gave her a nickname, Wendy bird, or Birdy because of her beautiful voice. Peter did not like that very much, but had no time for her. He had some important business to take care of, as he explained to the boys.

A few ships arrived at the shores of the island and Wendy saw pirates for the first time in her life. She hid on a tree and watched the boys talk to them. They were Pan's allies, so they came in peace, but their faces frightened her. Most of them wore beards, were loud and grim looking, except their leader, a ruggedly handsome young man. He spoke with Pan alone while some of his men were playing mock sword fight with the boys. It was tiring to sit on the branch without movement, so after a while, she was thinking about climbing down. Maybe they won't notice her… she reached the ground without making any noise, but when she tried to run, a hooded figure stood in her way. Wendy stiffened. A pirate!

'Who are you, little bird?' said the pirate in a very kind voice, and stepped closer to her. Now she saw his face… or… rather hers?

'I am Wendy.' she said in a wobbly voice. The pirate was a… woman. She looked like her mother, but there was something in her that make her wild, and more interesting. What was she doing with these strange men?

She held out her hand to shook hers.

'And I am Milah. Nice to meet you.' she chuckled when she followed her look. 'They are all bark no bite.'

'What are you doing with them? Did they kidnap you?'

'I could ask the same.' she blushed. 'Why is it so strange to see a female pirate? I see a Lost girl here...'

'I am not lost. I have a family. I just… I uh-'

'It's okay, you do not need to apologize. You know, everybody has their own family. And it is okay not to be with them if you seek another life.' she smiled, but her eyes were sad. Maybe she was trying to give strength to herself too.

Somebody, most likely the handsome captain, called out her name. She put her hands on Wendy's rosy cheeks. 'You seem a tough little girl. Always be like that. Never give up on your dreams.' Wendy sighed, and hugged the woman. She was a bit surprised but she seemed extremely happy.

'Thank you.' mouthed Milah, and after a minute of hesitation, she joined the pirates. They were heading that way, and Wendy did not want to meet them, so she tried to hide, but Peter stopped her.

'Where were you all the time?'

'Here, on the tree.' He raised his left eyebrow.

'What were you saying to Killian's mistress?'

'Mistress? Nothing...' she mumbled. He gave her a long stare, and then left her without saying anything.

Wendy became a bit afraid of him after a short while. He was a boy for hundreds, or thousands of years, at least the other boys told her so. Was he evil? Wendy would not say such thing. This land had different laws, Peter Pan's laws, and Wendy just tried to accept them, without judging. He was a very special boy. If he was kind, it seemed to be only an accident, if he was cruel, it was just the same. He did not seem to know what was good and what was evil, or he just did not care about it. He was phlegmatic, and self-assured. The boys idolized him. She was also attracted to him in a way, and she would have never admitted this to herself, but… she adored his smile. It was appalling and appealing at the same time. He never really smiled at her, though.

He barely showed his smile to her, unfortunately. He hated her songs, her stories, her girlish games and her flowers. He hated her as well, she thought.

During a meal, the singing of one exact love song, that was about Echo and Narcissus, made Pan unduly angry. He jumped up the table and shouted at her, much to the delight of Rufio, who never really understood Pan's motives in bringing her to Neverland.

'Enough of these silly stories! Boys do not like them! They are as boring… as boring as you!' she went red. She was not boring... and her stories were wonderful! Everybody loved to hear them. Fairy tales and ancient myths... How could he mark these as boring? He did not care about her feelings. He continued. 'Never talk about that stupid stuff again! Love and kissing and…bleagh!'

Some boys chuckled at this. Kissing was grown-up thing. It was very interesting, but it made them blush. And what made them uncomfortable, did not live long on Neverland. Especially not when their leader was against it.

She didn't say a word. Tears started to roll down her pale face, as she looked at Peter. Peter smirked, rolled his eyes impatiently, jumped off the table, and pushed his face as close to hers as it was possible without touching it.

'Come on, defend yourself! Crying is really… unmanly-'

'That's maybe because I am a girl in case you haven't noticed!' she cried angrily. 'Why did you let that shadow bring me here if you did not want it?'

'Well, well.' said Peter absently, and turned away. Rufio raised an eyebrow, so he pulled himself together. He suddenly squared his shoulders, and said:

'It must have been a mistake. You can go back in the morning.' he almost left, when Rufio suddenly cleared his throat.

'But we all know, that there are neither nights, nor mornings since she's here, Pan.' said Rufio provocatively.

'Well spotted' replied Peter crossly. 'What would I do without you?'

Rufio snorted. Peter left him standing and disappeared.

That was definitely an interesting suggestion, it made everyone think. It may have not been because of her... but still, it was her who changed Neverland in a very short time. Peter was not stupid, he noticed it, so did the other boys who had memories of older times, they knew that it was something very, very strange.

Everyone linked this to her arrival. Though Wendy wasn't the only newcomer, she involuntarily attracted the attention of most of the Lost boys, as they called themselves. After all, she was the only girl on the island she knew of. But why? So puzzling. Wendy did not get any proper explanations for that. Pan wasn't somebody who would make mistakes, more importantly, he wasn't one who would admit making them, so she just had no idea. He must have had something in mind when he sent the shadow exactly for her, and not for her little brothers. She was trying hard to speak to Peter, and ask him this question again, when they were alone. She thought that he would give an honest answer if nobody was to be with him except her. Somehow the boy escaped her every time she went near him, and after a while, he never let Rufio or Felix leave him. They made him even harder to approach, so she just gave it up and went back to normal, what meant that she wasn't trying to find Pan. She did not look at him, or followed him any longer. She knew something somewhere deep. He had a story and definitely had an explanation, and some day he may tell her about it.

One day, or actually, later that long, long day one of the younger boys run to her and wreathed his arms around her waist. She spent a lot of time with these boys. She even called them the dwarfs, and they found it funny, so this nickname stuck on them.

'Come, Wendy! We made you a surprise!'

It was Owen with an over-excited smile on his rosy face.

'Wait a minute, my dear dwarf, I was just about to-'

'Please, please... we worked a lot on it!'

She acquiesced when she saw his sweet face, and followed the boy. The boys loved her more and more, they followed her everywhere. She represented an another power. If Pan had magic of the material kind… she had imaginative magic. If he had music and games, she had words and stories. He took them hunting, she washed the blood of their hands. These boys needed both. And Pan was jealous of her.

Wendy was stunned by the gift. The boys built a small treehouse for her near their camp. She had to held her tears back while climbing up the ladder. These little boys were really like little dwarves, and she was their Snow White. As she saw the neatly decorated room and sat down on the huge, soft bed in the middle of the room, she immediately burst out in tears.

'Why are you sad?' asked Owen.

'I knew she won't like it, it is rubbish!' cried another boy. 'We shouldn't have spent all our time here-'

'No, you're mistaken. I am sorry, I am only crying because it is…' she sniffled, and wiped off her hot tears. The sun was setting down, but they did not notice it. 'It is probably the best gift I ever had. You are awesome, boys, and this house is very beautiful. Come here...' beamed Wendy at the boys and held out her arms. After a long moment of hesitation, all the boys stepped closer and hugged her tightly. After she calmed down and stopped crying, she asked them to stay for a while and listen to a story she wanted to share with them.

'It is a story that my mother read me just a few nights before I left.' she said, when all the boys have settled.

'What happened to her? Did she leave you or-'

'Well… no. I left.'

The boys were confused. It was Owen, who opened his mouth before the others.

'You mean… it was not her who left you?'

There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Wendy felt an urge to break it but was not sure what to say.

'Uh...no. So you mean... all of you are orphans or were left by your parents?'

'Is there a difference?' asked Owen. 'We had nobody, now we have each other, Peter, and… you.'

Wendy nodded. She felt a bit guilty and ashamed after hearing these words. For the first time she clearly remembered her mother's and her little brothers' faces. She wasn't lost, she was lucky, had a caring, maybe sometimes too caring and protective, family, and she threw it away. She hated herself for not wanting to go back… she liked it here much better. She felt free, she was important, she felt responsible for these children, even for Peter…. and. Yes. Here she did not have any seizures, rules, she was not closed up in her small room all day, she could do whatever she wanted. It was like a dream. Still, she couldn't stay here, because she was not good enough for Pan. She sighed. She noticed, how the sky was getting darker and darker every second. It was almost night. She knew that in the morning she would have to leave Neverland. There was not much time left, she wanted to make these boys remember her.

The night had its impact on the boys. She guessed they were silent and sad because they thought about their own past and memories. Some of them almost started to cry, too. The dark crept into their hearts. It is always the night when homesickness is the most powerful. Maybe because when it is dark, every place looks like the other, it is only you, alone, to decide, where you would want to be.

'I think I remember my dad...' said one Lost boy.

'Yeah, me too. He was a good man, he had a long laser sword and a beard. He got into trouble… my mother died because of him. And then he had to go away... He said he is coming after me, and will find me wherever I be, but he never did.' sighed Owen.

'What is laser?' asked Wendy, but nobody cared.

'Every boy thinks that. Yet nobody came here to save any boy. Not ever. Your father is living happily, I am sure.'

'No, he said he loves me. And he may meet me in a faraway galaxy, but still, he wants to-'

'We should not talk about this' said another boy impatiently.

'Yes, you're right' she agreed. Pan explicitly stated that they mustn't talk about these things. It was hard not to, when the sky was getting darker and they felt its power.

Wendy tried to be strong, she rubbed her eyes, and looked around, smiling. It was not easy for her to speak in a calm voice, but she managed to do it.

'I'd like to tell you a story about The Boy who did not know what fear was.'

She could see excitement in the eyes of the boys. There was a long silence again, but of the good kind. She wasn't aware of the fact, though, that there was another boy listening to her, sitting on the cold ground behind the long curtain.

'There was an old man who had three sons. The first became the most famous knight of his kingdom, because he was afraid of being second became the most humble monk in the kingdom, because he was afraid of damnation. The third boy believed that he was the bravest boy in the kingdom, because he did not know what fear was. He did nothing all day, and he thought that he was better than everyone. His father sent him to the South, to visit his eldest brother, the knight. The little boy told him, he did not know what fear was. The knight laughed, and sent him to a battlefield at night. He told his brother to stay the whole night there to learn fear. There were three hanged traitors beneath the gallows, hanging unconsciously. The cold wind cut into his skin, and shook them as if they were dancing. He lit a small bonfire, and started dancing, too. Their clothes started to burn, and he couldn't put out the fire, the three corpses burnt, and he was bored alone, so he soon fell asleep. In the morning the knight was surprised how his brother wasn't afraid of the corpses. He sent him to the West, to the other brother, the monk, who was determined to teach the boy, how to be afraid of something. He showed the boy to the tower of the cathedral. He made him to climb up there at midnight and ring the bell. The monk dressed up as a ghost and creeped up the stone staircase, but the boy wasn't afraid of him. He asked him who he were, and when the monk refused to answer him, he set his robe on fire and kicked him down the stairs. Later he saw that it was his brother but he did not feel anything. He only knew that he still did not know what fear was, so he travelled to the East. He was now a young man. He went into an inn and told the people that he did not know what fear was. They told him to go to a haunted castle in the forest, and if he managed to find the hidden treasure, the king or his wise, old counsellors would definitely teach him what fear was. He accepted the challenge and walked into the castle. Seven talking black cats walked out of the shadowy corners of the great hall, but he chase them away. He walked upstairs and went into a room where there was a huge bed. He lay down to sleep, but the bed started to walk around the huge castle. He told the bed to stop moving, but it did not listen to him. He jumped off, and still not being afraid, he broke the bed into two parts and burnt it. Then he tried to sleep on the floor, but a noise did not let him to fall asleep. Half of a man fell down the chimney. He shouted that he wanted to see the other part as well. It fell down too, and then reunited with the legs, and this monster started to crawl to him. He kicked him back to the fireplace where he burnt. Then a small boy appeared in the window, a boy whom he believed to be his childhood friend, who died long ago in a hideous fever. His body was white and cold. He warmed him up and the boy woke up to happily only show him to the castle's treasures. The man brought the treasures to the old king, who asked what he wanted in return. The man said that he wanted to learn what fear was. The king nodded, and told him that he had to marry his only daughter to prove that he is not afraid of anything. He accepted the proposal. The bride was veiled during the wedding, so he thought her to be a monster, or at least a very ugly woman, and only saw her in their bed at first. As the cover fell down, his heart nearly jumped out of his ribcage. She was the most beautiful creature he has ever seen in his life. She smiled at him, and kissed him on his mouth. Not knowing what to say to her he jumped out of the bed. For the first time of his life, he was afraid. He ran out of the castle, and went back to the North to his father, but only to find out that he was already dead a long time ago. Now he was an old man, knowing what fear was. He realized, that he was a coward. He was worse than anyone. He feared true love. And that is the worst fear in the world.'

The boys gasped. They did not know, what to say. Wendy always liked the story, but it was the first time she understood it. Nothing matters, but true love and-

'Wendy! It is almost morning!' She followed Owen's look. He was right, it was dawn now, yet, it was still gloomy and strange out there.

'We don't want you to leave us!' said Owen, and grabbed Wendy's hand.

'I don't want it, either, and I will never leave you!' Wendy thought that she may ask them to come with her, and if they do not like the idea, they can still stay here, on Neverland. 'You can come with me, to London, where I live! My father has a school for boys, it is expensive... but he will help you to get in, I am sure , and… You can come to our house every day, I'll make you cupcakes, and I will tell you more stories and songs!'

The smaller boys giggled, slowly looked at each other, not daring to believe. Some older ones spoke first:

'Leaving Neverland? Can we do it?'

'Is it possible, Wendy?'

'I think it is! My father have already helped a boy like you, a lost boy, Bae, whose family left him... he is now staying with us. Why couldn't you?'

'I hate to interrupt this sweet scene, but no one leaves Neverland, and Neverland leaves no one.' said Peter coldly, and drew the heavy curtain aside. 'Especially not those who would never be happy anywhere else. Do not forget, Birdy, these boys are the Lost ones. Nobody loved them. I was there for them. They had no home. I welcomed them to Neverland. Cupcakes and stories? It is not what they want. Here we hunt and dance, and play, and eat. We have no responsibilities. We never grow up. It is a dream. And it can be real.'

The boys sighed. They knew that he was right. That world left them. She shook her head.

'It is you, Pan, who keeps them telling so. You deny them a choice. They may be unhappy there, but they have the right to at least, try a new life. Try to be really happy.'

'They have everything, Wendy birdy. We are a great family. Aren't we, boys? Isn't living here fun?'

The boys said nothing, but were not that determined to go with Wendy anymore.

'It is' agreed Wendy. 'You provide fun for them. But do you love them, Pan?'

'I wanted them, when nobody did! And they belong here, with me. I need them here, and they need me.'

'Even if it is not the best for them? You think you love them. Do you know selfless love? Do you know true love, or are you afraid of it, Peter Pan?'

For a second she thought that she saw something in his eyes. Some flicker, that was… different. That second has passed, and he was the same, arrogant boy when she opened her eyes again.

'I am not a storybook character, Birdy, you can not control me.'

She was encouraged by that light she saw in his eyes.

'I would take you with me, too. Pan! Believe me, my world, and growing up is not that bad! Listen-' Peter interrupted her speech with dark laughter.

'You know nothing. Time to fly back, Wendy bird. Time to decide, whether you want to live free or not. Perhaps we can take that lost boy of yours… and keep him until you are ready again.'

'No, please! I beg of you!' her eyes widened, and the tears now were falling down in her lap. 'He lost his father because of… magic. He would never belong here.'

'Would you rather give one of your little brothers away?' She snuffled. Peter smirked.

'I thought so.'

The moon shone brightly through the window, shedding light on Peter's handsome, wild face. Her heart was beating very fast when she looked at him - it was the last thing she saw, and that face, she knew, will haunt her in her dreams.

'What are you doing?' she asked with bated breath.

'What needs to be done.'

He stepped closer to her, gently wiped the tears off her face, and kissed both of her eyes which made her to fall asleep.

'See you soon, Wendy!'

When she woke up, the shadow was already carrying her over London.

'How should I get back? I want to get back.' she told the shadow when it reached their window. It did not answer her, only when they reached their window.

'You know what to do. Wendy, believe!' he said, and the next moment there was no trace of him.

Bae was sleeping where she left him. She was confused. Did he sleep there every night for months or…

Bae heard that somebody opened and closed the window, he opened his eyes, and startled.

'It's alright.' said Wendy, trying hard not to burst out in tears. 'It's just me.'

'I thought I never see you again' said Bae, getting up. Wendy stepped off the bed, not being to able to look into his eyes. Knowing that Pan wants him, and this is her only way to get back… She knew Baelfire, if she told him about Pan he would judge her. He hated magic. He just did not believe.

'How long was I gone?'

'Just the night...' answered Bae.

'It felt so much longer. Time works different in Neverland.' she still tried to avoid looking at Bae.

'So… what was it like over there?'

She was far away from Pan, but she still felt his cold touch on her hot face. How could she explain all this to Bae…? She wanted to go back, but she had to make him go instead of her. She wanted to justify her act. Her act of trickery.

'It's an island. And there are no grown ups to tell you what to do. And there are fairies and mermaids and all sorts of mystical creatures.' She swallowed. There were no fairies, she just said that because it sounded nice. Bae asked her why did she return. She did not give a straight answer to that. She told him about the night's great power, and the lost boys, but nothing about Pan.

'Why don't they… go home?'

She put all the blame on the shadow, and told Bae that it wants one of her brothers instead of her. She never mentioned Pan. She just couldn't open her mouth and say something bad about him. Not when she knew that that was the price of her freedom. Wendy knew she had to lie to Bae. She had to go back!

'You said magic was bad, and you were right Bae.'

She already knew that magic was not as perfect she thought, but it still fascinated her. She was lying, and it worked. She played the part Pan told her. If she manages to make Bae go with the shadow, she proves that she belongs there, she thought with full of hope.

Bae acted as she expected him to act when she talked about the fear of losing her family. She loved Bae, but she felt a bit jealous, and this poisoned her love. He soon will leave and visit Neverland, and he won't like it. And she will have to stay here, while it was her who wanted to be there. Annoying. Could Neverland be really only for boys? She was a girl, yet she felt how important she was there. It can't be only for boys, she thought. It can't be like this world, where men have all the power. She had to go back, and to achieve that, she had to trick Bae. Silly boy, he truly thought that he was able to fight the power of Neverland. She knew that poor Bae had no idea who was he fighting. She saw Pan's power. She knew that he could destroy somebody just by smiling at them. Why? Because she was destroyed by it. She felt really weak when she recalled that smile, that disgustingly alluring smirk. She could not hate him after all this, and that made her feel guilty. She wanted to go back to Neverland, it killed her to be back here.

And when the shadow came back, was clear that it came only for Bae. She was shaking in her bed whole day after the shadow took him.

She wanted to go back to the island, and waited for the shadow to come for her. She realized after she was sent back here, what he meant before… freedom. A thing she can never have. She can never be free here. Locked up in her room, not allowed to go anywhere because she was a girl and on top of that because of her… illness. She was not ill there. On Neverland, she had no seizures.

Oh, why couldn't she go back? She did everything he wanted. She tricked her friend.

She was ready, but Pan just did not sent for her.