Authors note: Thanks so very much for the reviews. does a little jig They
were wonderful! I am hoping to update veryday now that summer has come
along. We'll see. By the way, please forgive me for the spelling errors and
such. I don't have a spell check and a lot of the times I miss quite a few
spelling errors and stuff. So please bare with me here.
Emma: Thanks for the review. Yes it is sad that Peter died. I'm a sucker for sad things.
Elisa: Thanks for the compliment! Yes you will find out what happened to Wendy and the gang. Don't expect (can't spell) to find out right away though.
Tinkerbell: Yes, I love writing sad things. I'm sick. Anywho, I don't intend on stoping the story here so no worries. I hate it when that happens too!
Soaring Wings: Thanks too on the wonderful review. By the by, I intend on reading some of your stories when I have the chance.
Chapter 1: Ghosts of the past
The girl wandered the streets as the snow fell from the heavens. The light from the moon skidded off the ground making the world seem to have a pale glow. A snowflake making it's gentle descent, found it's landing on the girls upturned face. She wrinkled her nose slightly and grinned. She continued on her way, her feet leaving a trail behind her in the fluffy, white crystals. No one was about at the late hour, so it would make her task so much easier.
She continued silently on through the night. Finally, looking up she found her destination. Some would ask what was so important about the house she gazed in wonder at. It looked like just any other ordinary home. Right?
Wrong. Her gaze was latched onto a certain window that had colored panes. There were so many. She was sure that once the sun shown through, an array of dazzling colors would splash against the wall. She could see the white curtains behind the glass, still as the night. Oh no. This wasn't an ordinary home, and it was because of that window and room right there. Once long ago, a boy had come to that window bringing an adventure with him. He had been no ordinary boy. For he could fly. For he was every childs dream. Peter Pan, the boy who could fly.
This home had been the residence of the Darling family. Peter had come to the window one night and that is where he finally met Wendy, Michael, and John. He took them away to Neverland, with the help of his fairy, Tink. He had taught them how to fly and they had had a wonderful adventure together. But now, she was here to find out if it were true. She had done plenty of research over the myths and stories behind the legend of Peter Pan. Finally, over a months span of time, she found out about this house and there had in fact, been a family by the name of Darling who lived here.
So here she was. She was going to accomplish her dream. For as long as she could remember, she had always wanted to go to Neverland. Escape her nightmares, be happy, fit in. Quietly she walked over to a large tree. Looking around to make sure nobody was around, she slowly began climbing it. Frost crunched beneathe her touch. A few minutes later she reached the window. She looked inside and saw white blankets draped over furniture. The room was covered in dust, but it seemed to fade before her eyes and she could see a warm glow in the room. The sheets dissapeared and a dark red and cherry wood appeared on the walls and beds. There were toys all around. The fire was going and sent shadows dancing on the walls. She could almost smell the burning log. Three children were running around in costumes. Their giggles flooded the room.
Then, the scene began to fade and the ghosts of the past slowly dissapeared and the room became once again dark and dusty. She wiped her tear stained cheeks and turned around and looked to the sky. She looked up at the starry sky, her heart filling up ever slowly with hope and anxiety. This was it. She scanned the sky and finally saw it. Closing her eyes she could of sworn she heard a voice somewhere. "Second star to the right and straight on till morning."
The fresh smell of the gentle snow surrounded her and it seemed as if the world itself had stopped. It was just her and the gentle sway of the snow. There was nobody around. The star seemed to wink at her as if beckoning to her. She stood up slowly on a large branch. It was time.
Ever so gently she pushed off the branch making icicles fall. In a flurry, wings unfolded and the girl soared through the white flakes and to the stars, leaving the world behind.
Emma: Thanks for the review. Yes it is sad that Peter died. I'm a sucker for sad things.
Elisa: Thanks for the compliment! Yes you will find out what happened to Wendy and the gang. Don't expect (can't spell) to find out right away though.
Tinkerbell: Yes, I love writing sad things. I'm sick. Anywho, I don't intend on stoping the story here so no worries. I hate it when that happens too!
Soaring Wings: Thanks too on the wonderful review. By the by, I intend on reading some of your stories when I have the chance.
Chapter 1: Ghosts of the past
The girl wandered the streets as the snow fell from the heavens. The light from the moon skidded off the ground making the world seem to have a pale glow. A snowflake making it's gentle descent, found it's landing on the girls upturned face. She wrinkled her nose slightly and grinned. She continued on her way, her feet leaving a trail behind her in the fluffy, white crystals. No one was about at the late hour, so it would make her task so much easier.
She continued silently on through the night. Finally, looking up she found her destination. Some would ask what was so important about the house she gazed in wonder at. It looked like just any other ordinary home. Right?
Wrong. Her gaze was latched onto a certain window that had colored panes. There were so many. She was sure that once the sun shown through, an array of dazzling colors would splash against the wall. She could see the white curtains behind the glass, still as the night. Oh no. This wasn't an ordinary home, and it was because of that window and room right there. Once long ago, a boy had come to that window bringing an adventure with him. He had been no ordinary boy. For he could fly. For he was every childs dream. Peter Pan, the boy who could fly.
This home had been the residence of the Darling family. Peter had come to the window one night and that is where he finally met Wendy, Michael, and John. He took them away to Neverland, with the help of his fairy, Tink. He had taught them how to fly and they had had a wonderful adventure together. But now, she was here to find out if it were true. She had done plenty of research over the myths and stories behind the legend of Peter Pan. Finally, over a months span of time, she found out about this house and there had in fact, been a family by the name of Darling who lived here.
So here she was. She was going to accomplish her dream. For as long as she could remember, she had always wanted to go to Neverland. Escape her nightmares, be happy, fit in. Quietly she walked over to a large tree. Looking around to make sure nobody was around, she slowly began climbing it. Frost crunched beneathe her touch. A few minutes later she reached the window. She looked inside and saw white blankets draped over furniture. The room was covered in dust, but it seemed to fade before her eyes and she could see a warm glow in the room. The sheets dissapeared and a dark red and cherry wood appeared on the walls and beds. There were toys all around. The fire was going and sent shadows dancing on the walls. She could almost smell the burning log. Three children were running around in costumes. Their giggles flooded the room.
Then, the scene began to fade and the ghosts of the past slowly dissapeared and the room became once again dark and dusty. She wiped her tear stained cheeks and turned around and looked to the sky. She looked up at the starry sky, her heart filling up ever slowly with hope and anxiety. This was it. She scanned the sky and finally saw it. Closing her eyes she could of sworn she heard a voice somewhere. "Second star to the right and straight on till morning."
The fresh smell of the gentle snow surrounded her and it seemed as if the world itself had stopped. It was just her and the gentle sway of the snow. There was nobody around. The star seemed to wink at her as if beckoning to her. She stood up slowly on a large branch. It was time.
Ever so gently she pushed off the branch making icicles fall. In a flurry, wings unfolded and the girl soared through the white flakes and to the stars, leaving the world behind.