I'm back with chapter 27. Please R&R and I shall see you all lovely readers at the bottom of the page.

POV: Wendy

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan

I look up at the painted sky feeling as if hours have passed by and yet also feeling as if nothing has changed. I turn to my left and find the wall of fire still burning bright, but not as strong as it had before as the height of it has seemed to have diminished. Even still it rose high enough to prevent escape.

Turning my head unimpressed, I look up at my mother who is watching the orange flames dance before us as if waiting for something. She's been like that since we sat at the tree and it kind of worries me. Maybe father is on the other side with the boys trying to find a way in around this massive wall of flame.

"Is something wrong," I ask and mother looks down at me, her somber expression turning into a cheerful one as she shakes her head quickly.

"Nothing's the matter darling. Why don't you go back to sleep?" I have slept, for probably hours now, but somehow her suggestion doesn't bother me as I settle down further into the warm soft grass enjoying how it feels under me like a smooth comforter.

"Mother," I say closing my eyes and she hums in response while lightly braiding my hair, "Can you tell me a story," her hands stop and the slight tug on my hair has me opening my eyes at her.

Her eyes are wide as if surprised before I can ask she smiles and continues with her braid, "Which story would you like to hear," she says all too cheerily and I close my eyes again to think, "How about Cinderella," I ask and she chuckles lightly before I change my mind, "No not that one," I stop to think again seeming to come up short every time. Why did I want to hear a story? Why didn't I just go to sleep like mother suggested.

Because you need to know...

"I know, how about the boy that could never grow up," I burst opening my eyes startling her a bit; "You remember that one, don't you?" I ask and she nods slowly before starting off the story without hesitation.

I listen to her every word with my eyes open and searching the leaves of the trees above us feeling myself grow calmer as she continues with the story. I imagine myself within her words imagining that I was flying up amongst the thick clouds with a boy I did not know and yet felt was all too familiar as if I had known him my entire life.

A cocky grin encases my mind along with the sound of a ticking clock, an image of a silver hook, a massive ship, mermaids, faeries, Indians, lost boys, and an island that holds them all in one great adventure. They sound so familiar and feel so close I could almost touch them and even as my mind wanders in a frenzy of colors I can't help but think, why does this sound so familiar, before feeling myself drift back into the oblivion of sleep.

"Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories."

- J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Short and a bit pointless but I somehow felt like I needed to put this up. Plus writers block is threatening to get me now that I'm so close to finishing. I should be posting a new chapter by Friday and if not be expecting TWO WHOLE CHAPTERS on Sunday for Easter. Either way look out for that.

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