Finding Neverland
Summary: Charlie Fayer was torn away from Neverland when she was 8, By the New Pirate Captain. Now 4 years later Neverland has come back to bring her home. But will Charlie be able to remember her past in time to save it.
Chapter 1: Dream of the past
"Charlie," A low deadly voice echoed through the pitch-black room.
A young girl whizzed around, Her chocolate brown hair following loosely as she turned. Her emerald green eyes flashed at the direction where the voiced had come from. "I don't fear you." She spat bravely "You're nothing but a scaredy cat!" the girl slowly drew the dagger from her belt. Her glaring eyes navigating the area for any signs of movement.
"Well… I see I should have taught you better manners. Oh course your time is up though, you've already used up all chances. So… maybe some other day." The voice bounched off the walls in a lesiurly way.
A light glinted before her and before she knew what was happening she was wrestled down to the floor. Her hands where tired tightly behind her back and her feet chained, She felt a strong tug on the rope which was rapped around her neck like a dog on a leash. Slowly she pushed herself to her feet and stood bravely before the dark. The rope around her neck leading her blindly forward. Echoes of laughter filled the room. Making the girl snarl angrily. "What do you want?" The girl asked through a snarl
"Its not what I want, its what I'm going to do."
The girl squinted her eyes in anger. She felt for her dagger but unfortunately she had dropped it when she had been wrestled. "Well since you've got nothing more to say…." The deadly voice answered. Two tall adults advanced on the girl. She tried to move back but the rope stopped her. Before she knew what had happened a piece of cloth was rapped around her eyes as a blindfold. She now felt extremely vulnerable; she was blind chained and had no weapon. "Say goodbye Charlie" the menacing voice said with a little laugh.
"To what" the girl was now trying to pull back the fear which threatened to shake her voice.
"To Neverland. Because your not coming back!" the girl tightened she feared the worsed. She was ready; she waited tensely for a deathly pain, as a sword would slice through her body. But instead of any painful treatment, a soothing hot liquid ran down her throat. The last feeling she had before she blacked out was complete calmness.
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"Charlie!" A sweet motherly voice rang up the stairs. "Charlie!"
Charlie Fayer was a 12-year-old orphan, who had no memory of her past. Her foster parents Mel and Daren had looked after her from the day she was found wondering Australia's streets about 4 years ago. When She was found she had know idea who she was, where she was, where she came from, nothing. The only indications of her past were her strange clothing. Which was just worn old clothes and CHARLIE written on her arm. So from that time on Mel and Darren had raised her as their own loving daughter.
"Charlie! Get up!" Mel yelled up at her. "Breakfast!"
Charlie sleepily pulled back the sheets and struggled out of bed. It was wintertime in Australia and so it was even harder to get out of bed than usual. "Mum," Charlie spoke in a nagging child's voice. "Why'd you have to wake me, it's the weekend remember."
"I know," Mel answered quite disappointed "But I thought you'd like to have breakfast with us before we go to work? I made pancakes"
Charlie's face lit up with pure joy. She loved pancakes, especially Mel's.
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Once breakfast was over and Mel and Darren where off at work. Charlie slipped into her room. There was never much for her to do on the weekends. Her school friends always did something that involved money. They would usually go to the movies and drool over there must admired actor. Activities which where so boring to Charlie she would rather watch the grass grow. So usually Charlie would sit in her room and build on her creative mind by conjuring up fantastic fairy tales or reading one of her fantasy books.
Charlie's fairy tale had just started grow when their was a slight breeze which blew through the open window. It was whispering to her, simple, but yet such complex words,
"Peeeeterrr Paaan, Neeeverlaaaand," it whispered in a slurred language. "Hommme."
The breeze sent a shiver down Charlie's spine, making her grab the nearest jumper and rap it around her self. She went to shut the window but something stopped her. Her hands froze on the edge of the windowsill, for some reason she couldn't bring her self to shut it. It was like a portal to a different world. A portal to great adventures something that she had known and now needed to find again. So she left it and went back to her writing, now having the slight feeling that someone was watching her.
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"Charlie!" Mel welcomed from the front door. "Charlie, are you home?" Gone for a walk
Mel stepped into the kitchen and placed her bags on the floor when a note caught her eye. It fluttered under a few books, trying to escape the hold. Mel snatched the note and read allowed.
Charlie
Mel gave a shrug and put the note back and slowly hummed a sweet tune as she went about her daily chores.
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Charlie strolled silently through the park. She let her mind marvel over such beauty of the scenery as her feet took her through the trees to her secret spot. The gentle wind shook the tree leaves and gave out a soothing tune as she walked. The stream that was on her left flowed gently through the rocks and made Charlie feel completely at home. There was something so familiar and so close about this place, but yet so far away. It seemed as if she remembered it from a dream. The vines draped over the willow trees like shawls and the stream slowly brushing over the rocks as if dusting them. One tree branch stuck out from all the rest. It loomed over the water. It was this tree branch that Charlie had made a swing on. The day she had made it she had decorated it in gorgeous vines and colourful flowers. It looked so magical so magnificent like it had come from a dream. It was here that Charlie would free her mind and let it run in the most magical of forests or swim through the deepest oceans. Sometimes Charlie would bring her book and a pencil and write stories. Or sometimes read, or draw. It was here that Charlie felt peace in the tranquil glade of trees. She watched the paterns the shallow water made beneth her, and listened to the soft singing of the animals. It was a still place to Charlie, like her own sanctuary from the busy wourld around her.