Sorry, guys. No sequel for this story. I'm way too busy. The most I'll be able to publish this year are probably oneshots. Maybe I'll start another chapter story, but it's not looking very likely as of now. Work and school are going to kill me.
I love you all! Thank you to Bryce, Britney, Daniel, and the rest of my close friends for keeping this story alive.
Much love, Truthful Blasphemy.
Peter rose from the ground, looking around him. He knew this land by heart, backwards, eyes closed, in his sleep. He floated into the air, the island laid out before him in brilliant greens and golds and blues. Colors the normal mortal eye wouldn't dare to conceive but that dreams had brightened. Neverland.
He placed his hands on his hips and posed in midair, giving the loudest and longest crow of his entire life.
First he would find Gwen, then he would find the Lost Boys, and then, of course, the adventure would continue. As it always had, as it always would. Only now he had the love of his life by his side as he always should have.