Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except Eloise… of course.
I have a secret. No, it's not a boy I have a crush on or a bad habit. My secret is much more dark. What is it, you may ask. Well, why would I tell you? It's a secret isn't it? Secrets are supposed to be kept. Instead, I will tell you my story and maybe you can figure out my secret then. It all started during midnight on a warm day in June….
"Uncle Bungai? What kind of potion are you making tonight?" I stood in my Uncle's workshop. He wore his deep blue robe and blue pointy hat. He pulled on his whiskers. He tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and stuck out his tongue. He never speaks.
"A poison?" I asked. He nodded his head up and down and motioned for me to exit. I did. I adjusted my black hat and smoothed my dark purple dress. It was very simple and went below my knees and hat three quarter length sleeves. I wore no shoes. I walked down the dark hallway and into my purple room. I had recently just moved in with my Uncle after my parents had died in some freak accident with a spell gone wrong. I planned on running away tonight. I grabbed my wand and stuffed it into my large dress pocket on the front of my dress. I grabbed my broom and opened up the window. I climbed on the broomstick and took off. The only question was where to go.
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I was flying for about an hour. I could see lights below me. I could see the stars above me. It was a gorgeous clear night. I turned up towards the North Star and remembered the old legend passed down from generation to generation of witches.
There once was an old witch who loved to create new spells. She lived during the times of the witch trials. The hunters were after her and she knew she had to get away. She created a new world in the sky to run away to. The North Star is the entrance to that perfect world for any stranded witch or wizard to run away to.
I started having doubts. I couldn't remember which one the North Star was. I only could remember what the world looked like after you past the star. There were two bright stars. I couldn't decide which on to go to. I decided to go the brighter of the two, which was the one on the right. I sped up and went extremely quick. I was soon over white fluffy clouds and it was morning. I went below them and stared and a large island. This wasn't the witch world. I ran my fingers through my brown curly hair and blinked my violet eyes. I went through the wrong star. I could tell there was civilization on the island so I just continued and landed my broom on a small island just a little bit away from the mainland. I took out my wand and waved it.
A small shack appeared, but it would be enough to live in. I walked inside and saw a bed and a trunk. It would be enough to tide me over. I walked outside and was ready to explore. I waded into the sea and walked to the large portion of the land. It was a small strip of beach, but I kept walking into the forest beyond.
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I walked and could hear rustling. I turned around and there was no one there. I looked to the sides before turning back again. A boy my age stood there. He had very messy orange hair and a goofy look on his face. My hand instantly reached into my pocket and wrapped around my white wand.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"Elosie… you?" I replied.
"My name is Peter Pan!" He put his hands on his hips and flew into the air. He must be a wizard. He can levitate. I gripped my wand and muttered a levitation spell so he wouldn't show me up. I flew into the air as well. He looked surprised.
"How are you doing that?"
"Same way you are," I think he's a wizard. How else could he be flying?
"Fairy dust?" What is he talking about?
"Oh. Are you a fairy?" I asked him. That would explain it, but where are his wings?
"No. My friend Tinkerbell is. Are you a fairy?" He asked me.
"No, I'm a witch. Where am I?"
"You're in Neverland!" He shouted, "How did you get here?"
"I flew on my broom." I landed on the ground and started to walk away.
"Do you know any stories?" Peter asked me as he followed me.
"I guess I know a few."
"Great!" He grabbed my hand and we flew into the air. I could finally get a good view of the island.
"That's mermaid lagoon," he pointed to a bay, "And that's the Jolly Roger, hook's ship," he pointed to a large pirate ship in a harbor, "Indian Hill is over there," he motioned to a cliff with teepees on it, "And this," he landed in the trees, "Is my hideout. Where I stay with the lost boys."
We jumped into a nook between two roots of a tree and soon we were sliding down a tunnel. Peter landed with a thud and I landed on top of him.
"Oof, sorry," I got off of him and he immediately jumped up and crowed. Err-err-err-aroooo! Six more boys came in from different entrances. They all saluted pan. There was a small boy in a skunk hide, a tall boy in a fox hide, a plump boy in a bear hide, twins in raccoon hides, and a skinny boy in a rabbit hide. Peter was obviously the oldest of them all.
"Boys! I've brought you a new mother!" Peter shouted in a deep voice.
"Is she going to leave like the Wendy-bird?" The plump boy asked.
"I don't know," Peter said as he scratched the back of his head. He turned to me, "Will you stay?"
"Well, I didn't plan on leaving." I smiled. Finally, an adventure, "Who will be the father."
"Peter of course!" The twins shouted. One was standing on his head.
"Well then, as your mother I feel this place needs some tidying up." I clapped my hands. Everyone groaned.
"Peter, I don't like this mother. She's going to make us clean up!" Said the one in the rabbit suit. I giggled and pulled out my wand. With a few flicks the quilts were on the beds, the leaves were swept of the floor and my broom zoomed in through the window.
"You weren't kidding when you said you were a witch." Peter said. A little ball of light flew in. It landed on Peter's shoulder and took the shape of a little woman with wings.
"You weren't kidding when you said you knew a fairy!" I exclaimed. She crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out, "At least I know there's another female in this place."
She nodded up and down and smiled.
"I'm going to go explore." I said and hopped on my broom and flew out of the hide away.
"What's her name anyway?" I could hear a lost boy shout ask Peter as I left.
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Author's Note: Just a little plot bunny that decided to hop into my head. I took Eloise (my classic character) and gave her a slight twist. She's a witch. Obviously. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter!