Good evening/morning, people of thus internet site! I went back to school today -vacation's over- and I absolutely hated it! But, it gave me inspiration. So its a win~lose, or lose~win thing. Anyway! Fun time!

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards."- Soren Kierkegaard~

The ground; wet. The air; freezing. Her breath; warm. The perfect medium for a girl of who grew up in a chilly climate- and hated it. Av'ry awakes from her disoriented state, reaching out for anything to help her situate herself. A blast of wind lifted her black sea of waves to the sky, touching the stars with the pinch of its ends. Tingles from the environment around her sent shivers up and down her spine; her mind beginning to have comprehension that she was in the woods. Av'ry grabs at her neck frantically out of reaction to what felt like hot air sucking in. Spiraling in the dirt, her eyes shoot from one direction to the other. To her left, woods. To her right, more woods. In front of her, a trail. One that seemed all too man made rather than created through natural forces. The scent of pine invaded her nostrils, flaring them to the familiarity of the tree. What tied along to it, was something sweet. Not artificially sweet, but naturally sweet.

Slowly lifts herself from the damp forest floor, Av'ry carefully observes all that surrounded her. From what she collected, this forest contained many types of animals. Possibly some she could never put a name to. Looking up in the tree before her, Av'ry spies a type of ape...or monkey. She always had them confused. Squinting, she tries to see the mammal more clearly. The animal stares down at her, its black eyes blinking every three and a quarter seconds; teeth beginning to show as it acknowledged her presence. Fascinated by the girl, it climbs down from the tree, and walks up to her. Av'ry's heart rate accelerates. Was it to bite her? Harm her? Instinctively, she kneels down, trying her best to show the animal that she meant no harm. It made a peculiar noise, frightened by her movements, before running away into the foliage.

Av'ry slightly frowns, curious as to what exactly scared it, hearing a low rumble behind her shortly after. The hair stands on the back of her neck as she turns ever so slightly. It was a black leopard. 'Where the hell am I?' Backing up, her eyes never leave the beast, afraid of it attacking. 'That monkey has more brains than me...I'm dead.' Av'ry thinks to herself, knees buckling below her. Soon enough everything in the forest turns to slow motion as the beast started approaching, getting faster and faster in pace towards her. She tries to scream, not being able to find her voice. Adrenaline rushes through her, forcing her to sprint in the other direction. Her ears ring; bare feet being cut by the branches, and rocks on the trail. Silence slashing her heart until her blood boiled up to her face, fingers numbing from the cold.

The girl continues through the forest, not knowing whether she was still being followed. Turning her shoulder, Av'ry sees the beast a few meters behind her, seemingly enjoying the fact she was scared of it. Suddenly, someone falls from the sky in a cloak of brown and green clothes. The figure wore a hood, running next to her. She couldn't see the face, but they told her to go in the other direction, that they'll lead the beast away. Her mind was going a thousand miles a minute, that she didn't register that someone was actually next to her. Minutes later, she turns to look again, noticing the beast wasn't following her anymore. Av'ry, too occupied by the loss of the animal, runs at full speed into a tree, hitting her head. She blacks out once more.

'New place. Weird. Weird, strange animals. Scary animals. Person...who...who was that...Why did they help me...'

Groaning, Av'ry grabs her aching skull. A few tears shredded down her cheeks, her eyeliner smudging even more than it had already. She hides her face in her knees, shaking with hushed sobs, not noticing footsteps coming her way. Thinking back to her life at home, that's what she wanted out of everything. Lie in a nice, warm bed. Deal with dumb foster parents. Move homes to new places. Go to the hellhole. Deal with ignorant children every day. Av'ry wanted anything but to stay in a wood too unfamiliar to her. A hand touches her shoulder lightly, causing her to react by punching forward, into the person's gut. They grunt, holding their core from the impact of her fist.

Av'ryanna looks up, terrified as to what she'd see. What- no WHO- stood before her wasn't anyone terrifying, or intimidating for that matter. It was a boy, probably if not older than her, than her age. He rubbed his stomach, his eyebrows furrowed together in discomfort.

"I don't mean any harm, truly. However, I apologize for startling you. I shouldn't have made my entrance so sudden. I wanted to see if you were alright." The boy had a British accent, his tongue twisting the words quite handsomely. Av'ry stays quite, studying the boy.

He was of a thin frame, shoulders covered by a brown cloak with a leathery brown hood. His waist containing a belt to keep his robe-like moss green shirt snug to his form, light pants drawing eyes lower. Knee-length boots which tied tightly in the front complimented his skinny, but surely muscular legs. His complexion was rather easy on the eye; dark, brownish-green eyes, circled by either dirt, makeup, or natural shading. Defined eyebrows. Some dirt was caked to his puffy cheeks, rustled quite thickly in his dry, brown locks which hung not far past his ears on the sides. A slight overbite accompanied his plump, pink lips- ones that could be seen to fit well on a woman. Friendly as his overall feature- soft in expression. Mysterious.

Av'ry's mouth hangs ajar as she looks him up and down a few times, snapping at realizing for her stares.

"Oh! Uh...It's alright!...Of course...No one's intent is really to have anyone fear them...Well, accept villains in movies!" The boy holding his stomach before her arches one of his bushy eyebrows in confusion.

"You...don't know what a movie is.."

"No, dear. 'Fraid not. Here, let me help you up." He holds out a hand, which she accepts nicely. Av'ry brushes off her filthy skinny jeans, her silver bracelet jingling as she does so. Looking up to see him staring as she had to he, she blushes slightly.

"You know, growing up you're taught staring is rather rude." The boy makes no effort to change his position between them.

"Why, dear. Before you tell anyone that, you need to take your own advice." Av'ry narrows her orbs at him with a pout.

"Turn the tables as much as you want, but could I least learn of your name before you further insult me?" The handsome boy chuckles, his shoulders bouncing, hands on his hips.

"I'm Peter. Peter Pan. Now, who shall you be?" Peter Pan. The boy who never grew up. He who has many stories and movies written in his honor. Standing right before Av'ryanna Mikaelsin, the school mythological and fairytale nerd. She catches her breath, containing a squeal as her face reddens. Peter tilts his head, confused.

"S-Sorry...It's just...I've heard of you. Stories of you."

'Crap, she knows.' Peter thinks to himself, holding his composure well, facial muscles not moving. Rather, staying still as his mind races for ideas to deal with the situation.

"I'm Av'ry...Av'ryanna Mikaelsin." Smiling, the girl sticks out her chest, suddenly proud of her unique name. It was uncommon, never once had she heard it in her life, and was more than positive she was the first. Peter smiles brightly at her, eyes light with fake interest.

"Fascinating. Never heard a name so original as Av'ryanna before. Is it alright I call you Ry? I'm terrible at remembering long titles." He lies through his teeth. She was a pawn, pawns need short labels. Or else, the game will go on longer with no success.

Ry blushes deeply, biting her lip- head down. Her hair falls over her shoulders, straight to the land below her feet. Excitement built up all too much within her chest, leaving the two in silence of the forest. Breaking the peacefulness, Peter lets out a little cough.

"I do believe you'd want to change? You look rather uncomfortable. Are you hungry? My boys just made hog. Caught this evening." Peter says simply, his dangerous eyes stabbing her in the forehead, lips pressed, chin raised. Ry lightly nods, following the boy who turned on his heel to her right, his left.

'Peter Pan, I thought, was supposed to be a child? Not sixteen...seventeen...Innocent. He has the nice part...but...Where...I don't know...' Ry thnks to herself, trying to put pieces together of how he blended with the stories she was told when she was young. All that she knew about Peter Pan, nothing of what she currently saw before her. Remembering her father's journal, which she held close in her pants, she took is out as Peter walked again. Flipping through the pages frantically to find anything about him, her eyes fall on a drawn image of an island. The titled read Neverland. Curious, she reads under the drawing, learning of creatures that wander its lands. So absorbed into her journal, she almost runs into another tree. Peter held his hand out, making her stop by having her run into him.

"If you keep your nose in a book, you're to be eaten." Peter says, then continues on. Ry furrows her eyebrows, but goes back to what she was reading, ignoring Peter's words.

'The Neverlands are found in the minds of children, and that although each is "always more or less an island", and they have a family resemblance, they are not the same from one child to the next. Although not all people in the Neverlands cease to age, its best known resident famously refused to grow up, and it is often used as a metaphor for eternal childhood, immortality, and escapism. The Neverlands could be a physical island, or a heavenly world above the earth or in outer space, and the "Mainland" could represent either Britain, or it could represent reality and the real world, or possibly both. The passage of time in Neverland is ambiguous.

The mermaids live in Mermaids' Lagoon, which is also the location of Marooners' Rock. Marooners' Rock is dangerous for mortals to come anywhere near here at night, and it is the most dangerous place in Neverland. Trapped on Marooners' Rock close offshore in the lagoon, death is possible for to swim nor fly from it to safety was possible. The mermaids make no attempt to save, but enjoy the sick show.

Cannibal Cove/Tiki Forest - A jungle environment filled with monkeys, parrots, cobras, bees, and a "host of evil traps." It is occupied by a tribe reminiscent of both African and indigenous Pacific-Islander cultures. This location appears regularly in the Disney Channel's animated series Jake and the Neverland Pirates.

Never Land Plains - A location where the Indians reside

Skull Rock - A location where the "pirates are said to hide their booty."

Crocodile Creek - A swamp environment where the Crocodile lives.

Neverpeak Mountain- The huge mountain that is right in the middle of Neverland. When a child is on top of Neverpeak Mountain, he or she can see over anyone and anything and can see beyond belief.

Pixie Hollow- The place the fairies reside in Neverland.

Echo Caves- Where the only way to enter its heart, is to reveal a deep secret about yourself.'

Ry shoots her head up from reading the journal to see Peter looking at her, as well as many other eyes. All, young boys. Except one, who stood a few inches taller than Peter, a nasty scar sliced across his face, blonde curls wiping with the company of strands of loose feathers. His attire was almost identical to all the boys in the area. Their stares making her uncomfortable. Awkwardly, Ry stuffs her book back into her pants. The tall blonde whispers something into Peter's ear, his eyes flashing to him in that moment.

"...Hello?" Ry waves slightly, shoulders high, hiding her neck. The silence soon erupts into a wall of hellos, greetings, and other things. Blonde, tall, and scar-ful stays quiet, observing with as snarky of an expression as rude can get you as a first impression. Peter walks up to her, grasping her shoulder.

"Ry, meet the Lost Boys! Lost Boys, meet Ry! She's to be our one, and only, Lost Girl!" His voice roars over the crowd of children, echos of excitement raising the heat in her face. Ry always despised attention, and this was all to overwhelming. Trying to ignore the fact all was on her, she stares at her feet, twiddling her thumbs.

'Now, I'm scared.'