Prologue

After coming home from the adventures of Neverland, Wendy, John, and Michael suddenly caught a burst of exhaust. Before crawling into bed, Wendy walked over to the opened window, and felt a cool breeze, and smiled, for she knew he hadn't left yet. A rain of golden glitter dust fell from the sky, and gently feathered down upon the windowsill. Looking outwards high up towards the moon, Wendy saw a silhouette dancing in midair in front of the moonlight, and a little yellow glow drenched in the sparkling dust was in sight. Of course, Wendy knew exactly who those figures belonged to.

The silhouette turned around, and lifted up an arm and waved it. Without hesitation, Wendy waved back, slowly, as if she were in a dream and any sudden movement would wake her up. She was so sure she was in a dream. Did she believe that what she had just experienced happened? Yes. Did she want to believe it? No. She wanted to believe that all this really was a dream, because as much as she longed for Neverland, and the adventures it brought to her, she knew she couldn't go back, but before she woke up from this obvious dream, Wendy tried as hard as she could to be gentle with her movements, just until he left.

Just one more glance, even if the sight was shadowed. "Goodbye, Peter Pan!" she called out, stepping on her tiptoes to make sure he saw her. Even though she couldn't see Peter's face, she knew he was smiling. The shadowed figure and little yellow glow faced towards each other, and headed towards the starry heavens. Wendy watched them go. The small light floating beside the shadow was gone in an instant, due to its small size, but Wendy's eye was stuck on the shadow, anyway, at least until it was so small it blended into the night sky.

She knew they had reached home, when the wind carried itself away with them, and the second star to the right gleamed an even brighter glow than before, happy to have its hero back. Taking in a deep breath, Wendy was ready to end her dream, now that the place and people she grew to love more than she already had when telling her stories about them, were far away, and unreachable, It hurt Wendy to know this, so in order to end this pain, she walked away from her window, and crawled into her bed, and fell asleep.