The air was hot. Stifling. I couldn't breathe. I was dangling from the edge of my death. No breeze was felt from the sea. I turned to look at the man who was so ready for my death. His cold blood red eyes appraised me but I felt no fear. My only love was dead. And it was all because of me. I felt the tip of the cold steel sword in my back. The tears were racing down my cheeks. Where was all the happiness that we had felt gone to? I closed my eyes welcoming the darkness and I jumped, his name on my lips.
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You never know when everything is about to change, it just does. It goes from being your normal routine life and the next minute your thrown into a shift of your world that is so great that it takes your breath away. I was just sitting at my window counting the stars. I thought that I saw something move against the night sky but I told myself that it was just a figment of my imagination. I crawled into my bed and closed my eyes. Sleep is sweet. I woke up sometime late in the night. I felt like something was watching me. I sat up and looked around, my window was open. There was a light breeze that made the curtains blow. I felt the goose bumps rise on the back of my neck and arms. I looked up and that was when I saw him for the first time.
He was hovering above me like a bird. I knew it was Peter Pan the minute I laid eyes on him. His golden tousled hair, the blue green eyes filled with mischief, but this Peter Pan was not a child. He looked to be older.
"Peter Pan?" I whispered. His eyes lit up when I knew who he was.
"Come on Lady we are going to Neverland. I've been searching for you ever since the island told me of you." He held his hand out to me.
My head flooded with questions but I knew that I was going with him, no matter what the reason. My life was about to change as I knew it. The orphanage that I lived in would not notice my absence nor miss it. I placed my hand in his and I felt him trying to fly with me but it was like I was just deadweight.
"Come on Lady, it's time to fly."
"I cannot fly." The words I uttered were reminiscent of the words of the story I knew so well.
Then Peter smiled. The smile that you could tell came from the depth of his soul and traveled to his lips. The smile that no girl could resist.
"I'll teach you. I'll teach you to ride the wind's back." His voice washed over me leaving me feeling like I could do anything if he was by my side. "Just think of a wonderful thought."
I closed my eyes. I couldn't remember any happy thoughts in my life. My mother died and I had to go to an orphanage when I was 7 years old. I had been here for ten years. Time flies when you're numb to the world.
"I don't have any happy thoughts Peter. I can not fly." I let go of his strong hand and went to the window. The stars were smiling at me. I felt him come up behind me.
"I know there is some memory in your head that will make you fly. All you need is one." I felt him whisper into my ear.
I tried to remember my life before the hell that I was forced to live in. My father beating my mother and then me. My mother would try to stand in the way of him getting to me and would get knocked unconscious trying to protect me. There was one memory though that I had secured in my heart. It was when my mother had somehow convinced my father to let us go to a park. I had run to the swings my heart filled with joy. My mother had pushed me till I felt like I was in the clouds and after we had run hand in hand through the lush green grass. We collapsed in a pile and my mother had pulled me close to her.
"Never forget that your dreams can come true, Bella. You have to be the one to make them do so though. And always remember that magic is real, fairies and creatures of stories do exist. They just hide from the people of our world because we have no faith in them."
She had hugged me close then and we watched the fluffy clouds go by.
Suddenly my mind was brought back to the present when I felt raindrops falling on me but I wasn't getting wet. They were warm raindrops too. I opened my eyes and realized that I was glittering.
Fairy dust! My mind screamed at me and then I felt his hand in mine.
"Think of that thought again. You almost didn't need any fairy dust at all. You were about ten inches off the ground!" he grinned at me.
What? I had flown without fairy dust? Was that possible? Why didn't I realize it? I conjured up the memory again and suddenly felt Peter bolt into the sky. The wind rushed past my head as I struggled to hold onto his hand.
"Peter slow down! I'm going to slip!" I screeched at him.
He just looked back at me and laughed. And then he let go. I felt myself falling and I heard Peter scream at me to fly! I thought of my mother again. I felt the air stop whooshing around me and I was flying on my own. I propelled myself into the sky. Flying was a freedom that no one had experienced except for a few. I felt a smile grow on my lips and I started diving and flipping in the air. I could do anything. Gravity was not an issue for me. I heard Peter laughing again and then he was by my side.
"Come on Bella, we need to make it to Neverland!" he pulled my hand into his again and we took off to the second star to the right.
