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A figure sat up alarmed in a comfy bed, breathing hard and sweat beading that person's forehead. The girl nearly cried out, her tousled gleaming brown tresses hung over her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes were wide and frightened.

Another figure in the dark sat up and mumbled, "Wendy?"

Fourteen-year-old Wendy Moira Angela Darling looked at her brother in relief, "John." The adolescent boy scrambled for his glasses and perched them on the end of his nose sleepily, "Are you quite alright?" She murmured, running her pale slim fingers through her tangled hair, "I had a most fascinating dream."

John Darling sat up more attentive as their younger brother Micheal woke up abruptly and watched her.

Wendy took in a deep breath to began, "I was entering Neverland. It was misty outside." She paused noticeably and Micheal Darling asked softly, tugging her sleeve, "What else happened Wendy?" She frowned, her lovely rose lips deepening, "I heard voices. Talking in my head, lots of them. There was screaming, it sounded so dreadful. Like someone was in a lot of pain." John's face went white and Wendy said, looking up dreamily, "Something's wrong in Neverland."

She got up off her bed,the clean white fold of her nightdress trailed around her bare ankles as Wendy hurried to the other side of the nursery.

John asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

She stated distantly, "I'm going back to Never-Neverland."

Micheal's jaw dropped open as John cried out, "You certainly cannot!" Wendy turned to him, speaking with passion and desperation, "Then come with me."

John said indignantly, "Even so, how do you suppose we get there? Walk?"

Wendy went back to rummaging through her dresser and pulled out a red velvet sack, "This." Micheal jumped up and opened it, squealing, "Fairy dust!"She grinned, "It should be enough to get us there."

"Do you know which direction to go? We have no one to lead us there."

Wendy glimpsed up at the moonlit window and walked up to the ledge, gazing out into the quiet snowy sky, "Second to the right and straight on till morning."

Her brothersblinked puzzled at their sisterand Wendy pointed to a bright shining dot in the skies, "That's the star we'll follow."

Finally getting into the idea, John said, being the logical one, "Ok...we should leave a note-" She interrupted, "No time." As Wendy sprinkled fairy dust on them, Micheal asked timidly, "Why is it Peter has not came to visit us Wendy?" She hesitated. Wendy had been wondering the same thing.

Something at Neverland must be very wrong, Peter had promised not to forget her.

She murmured, smoothing back his hair, "I do not know beloved Micheal. Come along." Wendy thought of happy things as she scattered fairy dust on herself. Soon, they were all floating near the ceiling.

Her brothers swooped out of the house and Wendy looked back, hoping that her parents would leave the window open for them.

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