I'm so sorry for the long wait! Life got interesting and this kinda got left behind. So here is a new chapter and I'm hoping to write some more chapters over the break and some more to publish when the break ends and life starts again.
The thing about Neverland is that its natural beauty is like nothing you have ever seen. Its forests are full of life with flowers of every colour blooming, and the trees are always a lush green that cover you, letting in just enough light to make the canopy of trees look like a glowing emerald sky. The beaches surrounding the island are pure white that makes it glow as if it were covered in pixie dust when the sun rays hit it. The ocean water is always refreshingly cool and it's always a deep turquoise colour with just the right amount of blue to make it possible to see your reflections. The wind is filled with all the sounds of the island; the skittering of squirrels and chipmunks, the light prancing's of the deer's through the bushes, the little roars of the bear cubs as the wrestle in a clearing deep in the woods, the howling of the wolves as they try to find the younglings who have run of to chase some poor little fawn or rabbit that they have no hope of catching, the squawks of the Never Bird, the chanting of the Indians, the singing and giggles from Mermaid Lagoon, even the laughter from the lost boys and, yes, the crowing from Peter Pan. The greatest artist to ever exist could never capture the beauty of Neverland in day light.
In darkness, Neverland's beauty shone through like a beckon. The island cools down at night but it feels like a cool breeze on a hot summer day and the island is completely silent except for when a gust of wind carry's the sound of the crashing waves on the beach or a few notes from one the enchanting songs from Mermaid Lagoon. All the animals of the island are asleep except for Rangvaldr, the Great Owl of Neverland. If you go deep enough into the forest at night, you may be lucky enough to play and dance with pixies from pixie hollow who bring light to the darkest of places in the woods. With beauty like that, it can be hard to remember that bad things lay in there if you get too lost in it. I was reminded of that on a night much like this, 100 years ago.
Sorry for this being so short but I wasn't sure how to transition into the story telling phase without it being feeling really weird and choppy. I will defiantly be writing what happened in the next chapter which I will be posting on Wednesday or Thursday. Follow and give a review!