Time seemed to stop as Abigail thought about all her dad had just said. How could any of this be possible? Neverland used to be a place that she dreamed of going when she thought that it was impossible, but now it was real. Now it was something she had to do. She didn't have a choice. She could feel that everyone was watching her. Waiting for her to say something. But what? What could she possibly say? All she wanted was to know why her parents hadn't ever told her. Why did they wait until now, when she was already fifteen to tell her that she was chosen to save Neverland? She had no time to prepare, no time to make it a reality in her mind. She swallowed heard then spoke. "When do I have to go?" Her mom and dad shared another silent conversation and then her mom looked at her, concern showing in her eyes. "We don't know. They never told us." It was her mother who answered this time. Again everyone was silent. No one knew what to say. It was that way for a while. Then their mom got up and put on a smile. "Well, whether we are here or in Neverland, we still have to eat. Girls, how about you come help me make dinner. Let Abigail and your dad have some time to discuss matters." They all went to the kitchen and father and daughter were left there in silence. "Dad," She paused and swallowed hard. "I read what was on the piece of paper that that Russian man gave you. And I know there is some kind of message in my book. What is it? And who is that man?" Her dad took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his short brown hair. "The man, he is someone sent by the great fairy lord to make sure that we didn't try to run away from your destiny. And as for the code in your book, it was the first letter of each chapter. When written out is makes, 'The chosen must save Neverland.' He gave me that paper so that I would find the code and know that it was almost time." "Does every Peter Pan book have that code hidden in it?" Her dad chuckled and shook his head. "No, no. Yours was sent to us when you were born. I still don't know for sure who sent it, but I'm guessing it's not from this world." Everything was so clear now and yet it still made no logical sense. But at least Abigail knew what was going on.

All that night Abigail tossed and turned in her bed. All she could think of was what he father had said. Everything he had said. It was so exciting yet scary at the same time. "It could be any day not." She thought over and over again. Then she slept.

In the days that past, no one spoke much about this destiny of Abigail's. They simply enjoyed their time with her while they still could. They all knew that the fact that she was the savior of Neverland meant possible endangerment upon her life and no one wanted to talk about that. No one even wanted to think of it. So they didn't. They didn't speak of it nor did they think of it. They carried on day by day as if none of it were real. But every night as each of them lay in bed and were consumed by the darkness, there minds also were consumed by darkness. The darkness of fear. Fear of that which was to come any day now. And the day did come. Exactly two weeks after Abigail and the rest the the siblings had been told of Abigail's destiny. It was a rainy Sunday evening. The house was quiet and most everyone was either reading, playing cards, or putting together some puzzle. Abigail's dad had been called to work for a few hours and when he returned there was a grave look on his face. He took off his wet coat and hung it on the coat rack then seated himself in his chair.

Everyone had stopped what they were doing and looked at him waiting to hear what he had to say. He sat there in his chair, still saying nothing, his hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. It was mother who spoke first. "Charles? What is it?" He looked up at her and sighed. "It is time." He simply said. Abigail felt her heart racing. She almost felt like crying but she didn't. She simply sat in silence, as did everyone else. Again it was mother who broke the silence, "When must she go?" It was silent a moment longer and then the answer came. "Right away," Then he turned to Abigail, "Go to your room and grab your things and then come straight down here. Margret," He looked back to his wife, "Pack her some food. Enough for at least three days." Mother went quickly to the kitchen and Abigail ran upstairs. She grabbed the clothes which she had packed two weeks ago and before leaving the room, took a good look around. She saw the list of things she had planned to do that summer sitting on her desk. She sighed and spoke aloud to herself. "No use for that anymore." She turned and left the room, shutting the door behind her. She felt an empty feeling in her heart and feared what was to come next. When she came down stairs she found all her sisters sitting in the living-room still. None of them looked up when she entered the room and none of them spoke. Finally their mom walked into the room, with her she carried a backpack which she had filled with water battles and food. She handed it to Abigail then with her hand, caressed her daughters face. Abigail saw that her mothers eyes which were the same deep blue as her own, were glistening with tears. "Darling, please be careful! I've been to this land before. It's not the beautiful place that books make it out to be. Promise me that you will be careful? Promise me that no matter what, you will stay as close to Peter as possible! He will protect you. He and your father were very close. I know he would never let anything happen to you." She drew her into a long, warm hug. "I promise mom." Whispered Abigail into her mothers ear. Abigail's mother stroked her hair then kissed her forehead. She smiled a weak smile then left the room. Abigail knew her mom didn't want to let her children see her cry. Abigail turned to her sisters and forced herself to smile for their sake. Her eldest sister, Juliana smiled back at her and hugged her tightly. "You always have been the adventurous type" She joked. The five sisters said their goodbyes and then Abigail went to her dad's office where he said he would be waiting for her. When she entered the room he stood up from where he was seated at his desk and smiled. "There's my little hero." He walked over to her and he, like everyone else had done, pulled her into a loving embrace. It was now that Abigail felt like crying. Now that she was saying her last goodbye. No, it wasn't goodbye. It was just see you later. So that's what she said. "See you later dad." He laughed and kissed her forehead. Then he grew serious. "Come, we must be going now." He walked quickly to the very back of his office and Abigail fallowed after him. They came to a bookshelf in a dark corner. It stood all alone and was filled with large, old looking books. Her dad pushed in on one of the large books and there was a loud creaking sound. Then Abigail realized that the whole bookshelf was moving. "It's just like in the movies." Abigail thought with delight. When the bookshelf had opened completely , she saw before her what looked like a very dark hallway. It was too dark to see how far it went, but she sense that it was a bit long. "Here," Her dad handed her a flashlight, "You'll need this." Abigail took the flashlight then her heart sank when the reality hit her. "You aren't coming with me are you?" He sighed, "I'm afraid that this is as far as I can go. You see, anyone who leaves Neverland can never return again. But don't worry, you'll be safe. When you reach the end of the hall there will be a door, you have to sprinkle some of this on the doorknob," He handed her a small jar of something that looked like powdered Micah which hung on a chain. "What is it?" She asked as she slipped it over her head. "It's fairy dust. It will unlock the door. But make sure you only use a pick of it. You may need to use it in the future. Peter will be waiting on the other side of the door. He'll take care of you after that." He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her forehead again. "Good luck my daughter. I will be praying for you." Abigail smiled, "I love you dad!" Then she turned the flashlight on and begun her walk down the dark, mysterious hall.