The time we spent in our dreams is the time where we revel in all that we desire. Luxury, wealth, and fortune is that which those with little wish for but it is the ones with such luxurious items that desire what those with little have. But to live in a dream you live in lies.

Annabel Kelingston, an orphan girl, stands on the corner of a street holding out a beaten up tin can and singing till people stop and give her a few coins. Her voice is a little rough from a full day's use but none the less she has a soft and melodious voice that people can't help but stop and listen to her woeful songs.

A few listen to her songs but stand as far as they can from her. She is dressed in a tattered rag that has grown too small for her but it is the only thing she has. She has bruises and cuts running up along her forearms and legs. Annabel would be considered beautiful for a fourteen year old if her face wasn't smudged in grime and her short pixie cut brown hair wasn't oily from not being washed. As she sang a lullaby sung for getting children to go to sleep her eyes marveled over the people who had bothered to stop and listen. She tried to make her light blue eyes hold as much innocence as possible so people would see her and feel sorry enough to drop a few coppers.

Rest your head on my lap

Count the stars that twinkle by…

A small child that was being led by her mother stops to listen to Annabel's song only to be dragged away by her mother who whispered something about how dirty Anna is. The child turned her head as her mother carried her and her eyes held curiosity and sadness.

Gentle is your heart, sweet child you are

Let your dreams take flight

Fly by your wings to places new and far…

The song was coming to an end and Annabel had managed to scrounge up enough coins from today and the day before for a piece of bread and slice of cheese. Anna would then take the food to where the other children like her are and split her findings with them. The orphans took care of one another because they each were abandoned in one way or another and by staying together could be a family on their own without adults to betray them. She hurried to the bakery taking the short cuts through the alley ways.

She was almost there; the scent of a warm loaf of banana bread just taken out of the oven filled the air from where she stood in the darkness of the alley. Her mouth watered at the delicious smell. But when she got closer she noticed a man slumped against the wall, he seemed to be drunk from the smell of alcohol mixed with the delicious smell from just before.

Annabel hung her head low and tried to scurry past him without being noticed but a hand snaked around her ankle with such speed and brought her down to the ground flat on her face. She tried to pick herself up but then she was crushed by the full force of someone on her.

"Let me go!" She struggled in his grasp.

"Just be quiet for me. I won't hurt you. She doesn't want that. Alive she said," the man's voice was actually that of a teenage boy, it was low but still cracked occasionally. Annabel wriggled in the boy's hold but found it was impossible to do so. Young he might be but he was strong.

"Just leave me alone," she demanded. Salty tears stung her eyes and the weight of him crushed her giving her difficult time breathing.

When she was about to speak again she notices a hint of lavender in the air with a mix of… cinnamon. The boy bound her wrist tightly with a rope and stuffed something in her mouth so she couldn't shout for help then he flings her onto his back. No one will notice one less orphan girl.

Despite being unable to talk Annabel could still see her surroundings. The boy that held onto was blurred from her line of vision so she couldn't identify him. Whoever it was that held her had taken some kind of amulet from around his neck and held it out to a wall with nothing covering it. At first nothing happened but then swirling purple light with twinkles of gold fluttered out of the necklace and opened a rift in the wall. I craned my neck to peer out into the wide arch that the amulet made. The outer reaches of the opening sparked with fiery cold engravings in a language Annabel couldn't understand. Before she could examine anymore of it the boy started walking through it. Annabel struggled in his arms with all the strength she had to free herself but found it of no use. Light blinded her sight as they entered the portal and all she saw was whiteness till everything began to take form. They were surrounded by lush green trees and bushes with trimmed red roses. The sky is a hazy pink color with fluffy light blue clouds. A lake with clear blue crystalline water lies behind a small cottage with light pink paint and brown trimming.

The boy placed Annabel on the ground carefully.

"I'm going to take this out of your mouth and promise me you won't scream. The mistress hates wailing children," he motioned towards the sock in her mouth and took it out when Annabel nodded a yes.

"I'm not a child," she spat.

"Oh, but you are. Which is the reason her ladyship wants you," he said grinning.

Annabel took in the sight of her captor who only just minutes ago looked to be a drunkard. He has wavy jet-black hair that curls around his pointed ears, dazzling forest green eyes beneath long lashes and a thin set of lips that seem to suit him perfectly. He looks to be sixteen and Annabel would have thought he looked cute if he hadn't stolen her away. She noticed a scar running from the dip in his throat to beneath his shirt and wondered who would have done that to him. But she dismisses the thought instantly. Damn him, Annabel thought bitterly.

"Where are we?" She asked having forgotten herself for a brief moment. She was kidnapped. She couldn't stand gawking at this strange boy who had stolen her.

"Why Miss, we're in Neverland."