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Chapter 11: Taken Away

-Dream-
He was following me, running behind me to give me some space. Why were we running? I didn't know. I just knew it felt right. I slightly turned my face to see him. Who was he? It was as if I could see him, but couldn't make out his features. Somehow I knew it was a boy. I gave him a smile and and I felt him smile back. I tripped on a rock and almost fell, but he got there and caught me just in time. I looked into his eyes. I didn't know what color they were but I was able to see the world. An almost overwhelming feeling of peace filled my heart. He helped me get on my feet and sent me away. I ran as the sun kissed my skin. The wind was blowing, making my hair fly behind me. I could smell the salt in the air. We'd been running for hours but it had felt like seconds. I took a turn to the right and saw a pond. It was calling me. At first it was a murmur but then it got louder and louder and louder. The whispers had become screams. I couldn't resist it anymore. I got into the water.

-end of dream-

"I know it was foolish of me to go out alone so late at night," I told Tinkerbell. I had been debating for the past hour whether or not to tell her about my escapade to the beach and now I kind of regretted sharing that information with her. "and I am sorry I didn't tell you before but I needed some time alone to clear my head."

"I understand wanting to be alone but bad things could have happened Livia-"

"but nothing did." I interrupted her. I stormed out of the treehouse. I really didn't feel like being lectured.

I had probably been walking for half an hour when I started feeling dizzy, I stopped and leaned on a tree. Then, everything went black.

Third person P.O.V.

-vision-
Two men arrived in a car at the small old-fashioned town where the tallest building was a library over which was a frozen clock. The one sitting in the passenger's seat rolled down his window. The cold autumn wind filled the car, no sounds were audible. The streets were empty and quiet, eerie.

"This place sure is weird." He said.

"Let's just get this work done and get out of here." Answered the driver. He took a sip of coffee.
The car pulled out in front of an ancient house. The clouds that covered the sky made it look even creepier. The tall thin man took another sip of coffee and got out of the car. He followed his partner to the door. The annoyed chubby man knocked twice. A young woman answered the door.

"Are you Elena?" The fat man asked.

The lady nodded, a worried expression on her face.

"Social services," the man continued. His breath smelled like something fried. They showed her their IDs and a letter from the jury. "We're here to take your baby away."

"No, but..." The woman said.

"I'm sorry but it was proved that you are not in position to take care of your child."

"I-I... but-"

"You have 30 minutes."

The woman closed the door and rushed to the baby's crib. The hungry child was crying. The mother took her daughter and held her close to her heart.

"It's alright. Everything's going to be fine." She said, more to herself than to the baby.

She always feared this day would come, the day her daughter was taken away from her. After feeding her baby and singing her a lullaby, she packed a couple of things and dressed her child. She then went to her bedroom and took out a letter she had hidden in book that was sitting on her night stand. The knocks on the door reminded her that it was time to say goodbye to her daughter. Reluctantly, she open the front door. Shaking, she kissed her baby on the forehead and gave her to the thin man.

"Please don't take her away, please..." She cried.

But the men and the baby got in the car and left, without looking back.

"I love you." Whispered the devastated woman between two sobs. "I will always love you Livia."

From a window of his antique shop, a mysterious man watched the car leave the town, a satisfied smile plastered on his face. 'The deal still stands' he thought.

-end of vision-

Livia? W-was that my birth mother? I woke up with an awful headache. The ground under my sore body felt soft and smooth, I wasn't in the middle of the forest anymore. 'Tink probably found me and brought me back here', I thought. I slowly opened my eyes. Standing in front of me wasn't my fairy friend... but rather the one and only Peter Pan. His face was three inches away mine and his lips were dangerously close...

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