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Chapter One.
A young girl gazed out of her window at the stars. Each one was twinkling with its own silvery light, each one fighting to be the brightest of them all in the suns absence. As the girl brushed her long brown hair, she could have sworn that one star was shining especially brightly.
What she didn't know, and in fact couldn't know was that this star was not a star at all. No it was so much more than that.
A voice called out behind her,
"Wendy! Get to bed THIS instant!"
It was a harsh, cold voice but Wendy lingered at the window. Staring out at the night sky. She jumped as the voice screamed out again.
"Wendy! Lucy has been in bed for at least 10 minutes if not longer."
Lucy was short for Lucinda. Wendy turned from the window, gently closing it and drawing the curtains, not noticing the silhouette that swooped through the air. She sighed sadly and clambered into bed, it was at least another hour until her plan came into action.
Peter scowled at the curtains now blocking his view. Why on Neverland people drew them he would never know. Why he asked himself, as he had on many occasions, would anyone want to miss out on the spectacular morning. After all if you missed that you had already missed half the day. Crystal or Crys, his fairy, was bobbing around him excitedly. Her youth shining brighter than all the stars around her. She was emitting a bright golden light so that, unless you looked closely, you couldn't see her. If you did look closely you would see a young girl with golden plaits across her head, and vibrant blue eyes. On her back, were a pair of silvery wings, delicate and translucent. They were real enough to convince even the most fervent disbelievers that faeries existed. She was perfect in every tiny part of her 3 inches high body. Unfortunately this made her very proud, and unshakeable in her belief that, one day, Peter would notice how very fond she was of him. So far she, and every other female creature on Neverland had had no such luck. Peter, still glaring at the curtains, floated over to the window ledge. Crys began to tinkle at him loudly, for those special people who can understand faerie talk, it would have sounded something like this,
"Get away from the window, now! What are you doing? What are we even doing here? Why do you always get me into these situations?"
The tinkling was so high, and so insistent that eventually Peter, who usually thought of himself as patient, glared at Crys.
"Stop it Crys! D'you wanna be heard??"
This seemed to work and the tinkling stopped immediately. However a few moments later it began again, just more quietly. Peter decided to ignore, and began rattling the window panes as silently as possible. As you can imagine this was not very silent at all.
"I'm gonna get us caught??" she asked incredulously
"Of course you will, unless you shut up." Peter replied.
"You are such an annoying, childish -"
Peter grinned evilly, "Childish? Yes! But I've never been annoying" he laughed.
Crys sighed exasperatedly as Peter finally pushed open the window. Not expecting it to open he immediately went catapulting into the room. Just before he landed on top of the sleeping figure, lying in bed, he halted mid-air. He rose into the air, preparing to crow, but was interrupted by a flurry of tinkles from Crys.
The young girl turned over in her sleep, causing both boy and faerie to freeze simultaneously. At a pain staking pace she fluttered open her eyes.
Wendy shot up in bed, there was a boy in her room and, he was floating above her bed. For a minute or two she just stared at this intruder. Eventually she gathered her wits about her and... fainted.
Peter caught the Wendy, his Wendy as she collapsed. He hoped Crys would like her, he had the distinct impression that they had never met.