Schools back :( I'd also like to say thanks for reading this :D It means a lot, and also, with characters (such as Tinkerbell and Captain Hook), they will be introduced soon, I just don't know how soon. I like things to go fast, but also a bit slow in a way? If that makes sense. Like a book, a bit boring at the beginning, but as you get into the story more, the more interesting it will be, and more characters and twists will happen. So I haven't forgotten them, just my writing style Its a long chapter because I didn't feel like splitting it up :) Enjoy xx

Wendy was floating in the clouds, looking down below at a huge building made of brown brick. The night sky strained her eyes, but she could see blasting lights coming from the windows. Wendy inched closer and the building. It appeared to be made of brick. Wendy went out to touch it, but all she could feel was the coldness which was piercing through her hand. Wendy pulled her hand back, it wasn't so cold it burned, but the shock of felling the cool brick was a surprise to her. Wendy couldn't see inside, as the view from the high windows showed nothing at a range in which she could watch, or even see, anything. Wendy slowly made her way down to the ground. The concrete floor felt the same as the building, yet it hadn't shocked, nor made as much as an effect as the buildings brick did. There was a man standing at the door. It was strange as he looked oddly familiar. He wore a dark buttoned shirt, and matching pants which appeared to be a dark blue, and looked a little too tight for comfort. Yet he stood their, like a statue not moving. His hat was fairly tall, and was also the matching colour for his clothing. A uniform?

Just then, behind her were 2 men which made their way to the building. Judging from their walk, they were drunk. One of them strolled towards the door until the man in the uniform stopped him. He was a security guard for the event which was happening inside. Her concentration was focused on what celebration was happening. The next thing Wendy saw were the 2 men being pushed passed her and falling into the cold, hard pavement. Clearly they weren't welcomed into the party. They both got up, almost synchronized with each movement of their body. One of them spat into the gutter and looked back at the security guard in disgust. This made Wendy more eager to see what was happening behind the doors. The men started walking towards her and a jolt of panic surged through her body like a sharp pain. She started to feel sick within her stomach and her breathing became heavier. They were only a few steps in front of her now. Wendy shut her eyes. Not the best thing she could have done, but it was her body's reflex action. To her surprise, neither men took notice of her and continued walking along. Strange. Wendy didn't think she was in the slightest bit beautiful, but when there are 2 drunk, probably violent men and a young woman, no girl, there should have been even the tiniest bit of interaction. Oh well, Wendy wasn't complaining. Wendy started to walk towards the guard, hoping to ask if she could go in, or at least what was happening inside. As Wendy was approaching closer to him, he seemed to be looking straight forward, taking no interest in her presence, just like the 2 drunk men.

'Hello? Wendy said to the guard. No response. Wendy then reached out towards him, almost touching but then she stopped. This wasn't reality. Her mind was aware that she was 'dreaming', but somehow, it couldn't connect reality and dreaming. If this was a dream, she thought, then she could easily enter the building. She diverted her hand from the guard to the wooden door. She moved her fingers towards the door. Her fingers went right through. She could also feel the coldness of the wood connecting from her fingers to her arms, to circulating throughout her body. It was strange. She could go through the building, yet not the pavement. Dreaming was such a strange place, yet its where things seemed to make sense somehow. You couldn't explain it, you just knew. She went through the building with eyes closed, waiting for what was beholding her on the other side. She felt a sudden warmth in the atmosphere touch her skin. She opened her eyes. It was a spectacular ballroom! The floor was wooden, and it was of a light brown. On the far left, and it really was far, there was a little stand with food platters and drinks. People were brushing past her, but she didn't take any notice of their presence, and they seemed to respond in the same way. Of course they would, she wasn't really here. Wendy watched as she saw groups of people chat amoungst themselves. It was so bright, it almost hurt her eyes, but they weren't hurt from the light anymore. There, right in the middle of the tremendous high ceiling. Was a clear diamond chandelier. It was enormous! No words could describe how beautiful, nor how big it was. It sparkled as the light danced from one diamond to the next within a heartbeat. It was so elegant and graceful to look at. Wendy wished to explore more of the ballroom, but with every move she took, the more and more confused she seemed to get.

I've been here before.

Wendy moved throughout the crowds of people, wondering if she knew anyone here, because deep down in her mind, she knew she had been here before. Wendy probably circled the ballroom almost 4 times. Although this was a dream, that still didn't stop her from feeling any less 'human'. Wendy had just about given up until she saw, right in front of her a light blue gown. As Wendy moved her gaze further up the structure of the woman, she noticed something very familiar. Her hair was placed in loose curls, and tied back with a white ribbon. Her hair was of dirty blonde, and from what she could see, she was somewhat pale. Wendy moved towards her. The woman was talking to a group of older people, and next to her was a young man with short, brunette hair wearing the traditional black tuxedo. Wendy was walking towards the woman to face her. Wendy was on the left of her and when she saw her, Wendy entered complete shock.

It was her. She was facing herself, talking to other people. Next to her, wasn't a stranger, but it was Edward! Her husband was next to her. It all made sense now. This was the first time Wendy met Edward. This whole scene was flooding back into her mind. She hadn't forgotten it, but a lot of the details from this night was a complete blur to her. But seeing this now, she knew. Wendy's parents were at this ball, and decided it would be good for Wendy to come along to meet a suitor. She wasn't keen to go, but she knew she needed to let go of her past. Of Peter. So she came here, trying to find someone who was looking to start a life, get married, have children. Grow old. Her parents had known Edward because her Father, Mr Darling, had worked with his father. Wendy was looking back onto this night. It was an amazing night. She liked Edward from the moment they met! And he had too. Wendy saw herself look at Edward at that moment. There was that glimmer in her eyes. She didn't notice it at the time she was in, but seeing it from another perspective she saw the look that they gave each other. Love. A new song had just started now. It was slow and classical, but it was so beautiful and romantic. Wendy watched Edward extend his hand towards her, asking her for this dance. She had bowed gracefully and accepted the dance, where they walked a little towards the middle of the ballroom floor and started to waltz. Wendy watched her and Edward dance. It was funny, she was almost jealous, and of herself! Absurd nonsense she thought with a giggle. But Wendy couldn't keep her eyes off of her dance with Edward. The way he held her, the way he danced, and they way he led her into the next step. It was way to perfect. And it happened to her. A smile formed on her face as she looked to the wooden floor. She looked back up only to see her, not dancing with Edward, but with someone else. Someone far shorter, and not as muscular. And Wendy had noticed herself was now shorter too. She looked down at herself. She looked like how she was at 12. The man, no, far too young looking to be a man. A boy was dancing with her. It wasn't hard to guess who her mind had put there. Peter Pan. Wendy dropped to the floor, clenching her hands in her hair and screaming. No! She didn't want to think of Peter. She wouldn't let herself think of Peter. Not now! Wendy was feeling happy, why did her mind have to play this game with her? No matter how much she tried to forget, he kept on coming into her mind. She looked up. It was very strange seeing Peter dance, it was almost amusing to think of. Wendy seemed lifeless in this dance now. She was basically like a prop, a feather flowing with the movement.

No!

And with that, Wendy had awoken. She looked around. She was in Neverland. Wendy then looked at her arms. Small and shorter than what she could remember. She was still her 12 year old self here. Her dream was intense, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She ignored it all. Her surroundings, her heart pounding, and the terrible aching she felt all around her body. She got up from the tree, brushed herself off, and with that continued to walk with grace and the fluid elegance as she would if she was walking down a street in London.

Sorry if it makes no sense, I've been making no sense lately so hehe :3 Hope you enjoyed it! I'll make sure another chapter comes soon! I'll post it in a couple of days, Friday at latest.