To Witch of the Snitch – no Wendy. I never liked Wendy. Pppth. Anyway, this is in whatever century we're in now. (You know, 2002…) Wendy is long dead and gone. Sorry. Both Anja (said either Ahn-ja or Ahn-ya. Not sure.) and Pan are around fourteen.

To RubyFaerie – thank you and I will.

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DISCLAIMER # 2:

I don't own my dear Peter, any Mercedes Lackey books I mention, any Tamora Pierce books I mention, any Diane Duane books I mention, any Vivian Vande Velde books I mention, or Dinotopia. I wish I did. *Sigh* Sean – yes, it is me, really. That's what I was wearing. Dragon…dear, it's dumb, I know. Don't hurt me…

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Anja was woken at nearly dawn by a light touch on her shoulder. She looked up into gray-green eyes, and yelped. Peter put a hand over her mouth and shook his head. Then he thrust a sack at her. "The Lost Boys want you t' come and meet them. And tell 'em stories. The last to tell us stories was Wendy's daughter, an' we haven't seen her in a long while. Please?"

Oh lords…she thought. He hasn't changed since Peter Pan was written.

She nodded and took the sack, then began stuffing it with books. She grabbed both Dinotopia books off the shelf, the entire Mercedes Lackey series, all the Tamora Pierce books, and several other series by several other authors. He waited on the sill, patiently. As she finished, he grabbed at her hand.

"Now," he said. "All y' have to do is – "

"Think happy thoughts. Tell me something I *don't* know." Happy thoughts were not an easy thing for her to dredge up. Finally, her mind snatched at one – the horses. The grullo mare with the zebra-striped legs, the dapple- gray gelding. (Yes, grullo is a horse color.) All she had to do was think of their soft noses against her hand, the warm, animal scent of their hide, their easy grace. Anja sneezed suddenly as Pan blew a golden dust onto her, and all at once, she was in the air

She yelped in delight, twirled experimentally, then let herself float up to the ceiling. She made a satisfied noise, and the boy laughed.

"Well, come along!" he cried. "You're wasting time!"

As they flew – flew! – out of the window, the old words, the directions, came back to Anja.

*Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning…*

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And, strangely enough, time seemed to slow, delaying morning, giving them enough time to get to NeverNeverLand. It was just as Anja had always pictured it. The waters sparkled like diamonds – the forest below was lush and rich – but what in hell was that? An enormous black and silver shape was heading towards them at great speed. Peter paused in the air – unlike Wendy, John, and Michael, she could replicate this exactly – and called back to her, "'Tis the Sibyl!* She's come to greet us."

The great shape passed below and then above them, too fast to discern what it was. Then, like a great hawk, silver-membraned wings snapped out to catch at the air, and the dragon, for dragon the beast was, stood nearly still in the air. She regarded them with catlike sapphire eyes that held a great intelligence. Her wings fanned the air slowly, the breeze they created blowing back Anja's hair. Pan darted up to the dragon and lay a hand on its great shoulder. It gave a noise, not unlike a chuckle, in the back of its throat, then blinked at Anja.

*Perhaps a dragon is an uncommon sight for thee? 'Twould not be the first time. I am Icewind, Never Land's one and only sibyl. Thy name, child?*

"Anja."

*It is well.*

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Coming next time…is it love? You tell me – please! And I need names for the griffon and for the Lost Boys. I cannot believe you people like this! It's really BAD! Thanks anyways for liking it!

*Sibyl – a seer

~TalFal~