Chapter 11 –

When the hazy light had cleared around them, Wendy blinked a few times to regain her vision after being temporarily blinded by the incandescent glow that had just dispersed. Looking around, she noticed there were a few key differences, the first and most obvious being that they were no longer surrounded by ruins or trees, but standing in enormous circular stone hall facing a huge mahogany door.

Not relinquishing her grasp of Peter waist, Wendy eyed her surrounding cautiously. Though Neverland had many things that were strange and unusual, Peter was used to most of the knew who and what to associate with or avoid. But Peter had never been here, and more to the point, he didn't know who had transported them to the foreign vestibule.

"Wendy…?" Peter whispered. It was only then that she realised how close they were. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his stomach and her head was resting lightly on his chest.

Wendy gulped but did not remove her head from Peter's torso. Instead she just raised her eyes to find him looking down at her.

"Yes?" She squeaked, not breaking eye contact with him.

"Can you get off me? I think you've cut off the blood circulation to the lower half of my body."

"Oh," said Wendy letting go of him quickly. "Sorry." She muttered turning away to hide the red tinge in her cheeks.

"No problem." Replied Peter rubbing his stomach cantankerously. He looked down at his abdomen and saw light red markings where Wendy was gripping him and judging from the small segments of pain he felt in back, Peter was sure that she had left nail imprints all over his flesh.

Both parties stayed silent for a few moments before Wendy finally spoke up. "Peter?" She queried in an attempt to regain the boy's attention, as his gaze had wandered to the magnificent carving that festooned the high ceilings and walls.

"Sorry, what?" The adolescent boy answered, snapping out of his daze.

Wendy rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to know if you know where we are exactly?"

"Wha…?" Replied he, still not paying attention. Jumping down from the alter, Peter walked over to the wall and ran his hand over the stone engraved scripture.

Wendy rolled her eyes again and followed him over to the wall. She followed Peter line of sight and saw what appeared to be an obscure variation of ancient Gaelic. Being unable to read the foreign lettering herself, Wendy returned to her original task of attempting to get some information out of the-boy-who-refused-to-grow-up.

"Hello?" said Wendy waving an annoying hand in front of his eyes and clicking her fingers a few times.

Peter didn't bat an eyelid. "This is the ancient tongue of Neverland." He said softly, admiring the craftsmanship of the masterpiece that stood before him. The room was at least two hundred feet in diameter, the walls stretched for hundreds of feet into the air before coming to meet in a dome at the ceiling and ever square inch of it was covered in the same hand carved dialect.

"Peter, it is beautiful but don't we have more pressing issues to deal with at the moment…?" Wendy asked sweetly, before bursting out with: "Such as where the hell we are?!"

Peter turned from the wall raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. He looked her up and down to make sure that she was indeed the real Wendy. The Wendy who loved and cared for everyone and never got angry with anyone, Peter just flashed her his trademark mischievous grin and laughed. He loved the fact the Wendy was more outspoken now and didn't feel like she needed to behave like just a girl.

Wendy glared at his resolve. "Oh, yes Peter Pan, this must all be very amusing to you. We've been transportedto by and crumbling piece of rock and a strange blue light to an unknown stone hall and all you're concerned with are the pictures on the bloody wall!" Spat Wendy, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You have got to be the most --"

But Wendy was cut short as the large wooden door flew open and slammed against the wall with an almighty CRASH!

Both Peter and Wendy spun around to see who had finally graced them with their presence. But there was no one to be seen. Confused, Wendy walked forward to see if someone was waiting around the corner for them, but stopped short when a stately crow walked into the room.

Completely bewildered, Wendy looked over to Peter to see if he understood any better than she did. Peter caught her eye and shrugged. He was just as stumped as she was.

"Ah, there you are," said the crow spotting Peter and Wendy over near the far wall and flying over to them. "They were beginning to think that you'd left so they sent me down her to retrieve you. So if you'll just follow me, we should be on our way."

The crow turned to leave but when he caught sight of the bemused looks on both of his charges faces, he had to ask, "what?"

"Did you just speak?" said Wendy finding her voice at last.

"Yes… is that a problem?" answered to the sounding rather befuddled but suddenly coming to the realisation that these children probably weren't used to talking crows.

"Right, well here's a quick run down," said the crow quickly, before continuing in a fast paced monotone voice. "I'm Anthotimbery, the narcoleptic crow, and as you have probably noticed, I can talk --"

"How can you be narcoleptic?" Queried Wendy.

"Well, occasionally I'll fall asleep without meaning to. Then, a few hours, minutes, seconds or whatever later, I wake up and most of the time I won't even realise that I was asleep. So moving on --"

"I know what narcolepsy is," said Wendy indignantly. "I just didn't know that crows could be narcoleptic."

"Well we can," snapped the Anthotimbery. "Now please save the rest of your questions until I've finished. Now, as I was saying, I am the servant to Lord Galahad and to make communication slightly easier, on both sides, he granted the gift of speech. Any questions?"

"So it was Galahad who transported us here?" Asked Wendy, sounding excited.

"Yes."

"And we're standing in his hidden fortress right now?" Added Peter, sounding just as delighted.

"Yes."

"And he wants to see us right now?" Said Wendy, grinning from ear to ear.

"Again, yes. And do you two have any other questions? The last three have basically been exactly the same question just worded differently."

"Just one, what was your name again?" Asked Peter innocently.

The crow huffed. "Anthotimbery." He pronounced eloquently, frowning at Peter. "Though there are some, who are incapable of undertaking such a difficult feat as to remember a name, who call me Tim. Now if that is all, do you think it would acceptable if I delivered you to my master now?"

Nodding eagerly, Peter and Wendy followed Anthotimbery out of the large mahogany doors and into the vast hallway and followed the crow, who had taken flight down one of many dark hallways. Afraid that they would loose sight of their escort, Peter and Wendy broken into a grudging jogged and all three of them began weaving through an impossibly complex labyrinth of hallways and tunnels.

After what seemed to Wendy like days, Anthotimbery finally ceased his flight and perched on top of another large wooden door.

"We have arrived," said the crow dramatically before turning to Peter. "Art thou fluent in the ancient tongue?" Tim asked him.

"Aye," Peter replied. "For I be well aware that his lordship will not take it kindly to those who doth not even have some basic grasp of his tongue. Though, thee would already be aware of this."

"Indeed I am young sir. Well, I see that thou art not an incompetent fool, as first imagined. What about thee girl?" Inquired the crow.

"Well… I'm not as fluent as the two of thee," replied Wendy, stumbling over her words slightly. "But I'm sure that I'll manage. John was a fanatic when it came to 'Ye Olde Speak' and I fear it may have rubbed off on me." She said, swinging back into normal English.

"Well, this is where I leave you," said the crow.

"Thank you, Tim," said Peter.

"Good luck," said Anthotimbery before turning and taking flight down the long corridor.

Peter watched the crow fade away into the darkness before drawing a deep breath and taking Wendy's hand in his own.

"Ready?" He asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Wendy replied through gritted teeth.

Drawing another breath, Peter knocked on the oversized door twice before pushing it open and walking inside to meet their mysterious host.

A/N: AH HA! I got it done! I finally had sometime on my hands when I didn't have to do bloody exams! Sorry again for the late update, but you know... my dad is going to shoot me if I fail. Righto, first of all, I know I said that the Galahad thing was happening in this chapter but I have an obsession with narcoleptic crows at the moment. This bloody crow fell into the bin at school and didn't get out for like 15 minutes and now I'm convinced that it's narcoleptic. I've had lengthy discussions with people about this coughalisoncough and I decided that I really needed a narcoleptic crow in this fic. So if you're all feeling a bit confused, don't worry about it. This chapter wasn't meant to make much sense. Secondly, I have to put disclaimers on the whole alter thing in the last chapter, that was ancient future (my most favourite book of all time). And, I need disclaimers on "There are some who call me... Tim". That's my monty python obsession coming through right there. I love monty python! Yay for monty python! And the last thing is the 'Ye Olde Speak' compliments of my insane cousin Kirstin. And just be warned, I'm very likely to put more of her stuff in here. I have a problem with picking up all her bloody sayings and it's driving me completely insane. Ok, moving on to answers to reviews: Draechaeli, that's great. Interesting was what I was going for so thanx. Liana2, hello again to you too. I'm ever so happy that you enjoy my fic. And thanx for all the encouragement dude, it helps :D. Oh and by the by, I'm just reinforcing my agreement with you about the whole Peter/Wendy thing. I'm in full agreement with you on that one. Bigreader, Yeah I'm sorry about the kids thing. That's another thing I've picked up from my cousin. But I'm pissed off at boys at the moment so we'll have together and hunt them down! Wow, I sound like an crazed lunatic… moving on. kasmira36 , I know that my chapter aren't long enough. But I really don't have time at the moment to make them any longer. But I'm glad you enjoy my myth :). Zeldy, Sorry I had to leave it there. But you know, work calls – starts swearing colourfully about work -. And I promise I didn't put you through the history of Faylinn for now reason, I will use it later. DreamlessMermaid, oh you amuse me so. Jack Sparrow all the way indeed! How bloody hot is Johnny Depp in general?! He's the sex god of sex gods! But I so don't agree with you on the orlando thing. –shudders – He's just not my cuppa tea. LJstagflower4e, I'm glad you're enjoying and thanx for the support dude. SinfulColours, thanx I'll try to update faster next time, I promise. RedHandedLillian, I can understand that. US history isn't exactly thrillsville. Do ancient history, it's much more exciting. Alison, mwahahahaha! Do you enjoy my quotes in this one? And my crow? Lol, I love that bloody crow. cerasi1, Kirstin! I have no idea how you found this fic but meh. I'm not really that wacky… well at least not compared with you. And I'll be sure to say hi to everyone for you. Maira, Well, you probably still don't understand John and Hook. But it will come. I'm just being weird and making everyone wait. Sorry All! Rolletti, yeah I know… I'm a terrible terrible person. I'll stop torturing you soon… mwahahahahaha. Silverflare07, cool, a new reader. Well thanx dude. I'll explain what's going on in the next chapter. Right well I'm done and now I'm running late.

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