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Author's Note: Rather short but important chapter. Enjoy! Happy Reading!

The Legend of the Lost Girl

Chapter 2: A Story For Wendy

Peter flew Wendy around the island, without having to be discrete, with no Hook about. They landed nimbly by Peter's hideout and slid in. Of first order of business was to change.

"Peter I need to change out of this 'dress' would you be ever so kind as to go into the other room?" asked Wendy setting the satchel down on Peter's bed.

Peter nodded and left Wendy alone. Wendy reached into her bag to remove her nightgown, but her hand met first with a pair of John's pants and one of his shirts. Wendy smiled, there were no adults about, and dresses or nightgowns are no good for adventures. Wendy quickly (as possible) striped the unnecessary layers that Aunt Millicent called fashion. Wendy slipped on the pair of comfortable brown paints, and the lightweight white cotton long-sleeve shirt, oh why wasn't she born a boy?

"All right Peter, I'm dressed you may come in now," said Wendy glowing.

Peter walked in and looked confused at Wendy she was dressed as a boy! But he had never seen her look like that, she was: happier and relaxed, "Wendy may I ask why you are... umm... dressed like that?"

Wendy giggled, "Nightgowns shouldn't be worn in the day, and dresses are no good for adventures. Why do I not look good?"

"No, you look pretty," Peter smiled.

Wendy twirled around as if she were in a new dress she stopped inches from Peter and looked at him hopeful, "What are we to do today, where are we going?"

"Nothing, and Nowhere," replied Peter sitting down on his bed.

"Why?" asked Wendy as her spirits fell and she carelessly plopped down next to Peter.

"Ten years ago Coraldawn one of the English Faeries disappeared saving a child. We are to not leave this house, it is like a Faerie Funeral request," replied Peter rather sadly.

"Oh I see, so would you like me to tell you a story?" asked Wendy.

"Oh no, Wendy," Peter said, Wendy's face fell once more, "I would like to tell you a story."

Wendy smiled as she crawled underneath the covers of Peter's bed, preparing for a bedtime story, although it was seemingly early in the day. As she laid down with the sheet to her chin she smiled at him, "Could you please tell me a story, Peter?"

"Alright," said Peter as he scooted back towards Wendy, Peter leaned on the roots that made his head bored, and after a hesitant moment brushed a piece of hair that had fallen into Wendy's face and stroked her hair. Wendy shifted in the bed and laid her head in his lap looking up expectantly at the wild blond hair boy. Peter sighed and smiled down at her, he cleared his throat, "Once upon a time in the land were we were born, a young boy named Peter fell out of his pram, this would of course had been twelve years ago. And according to Tinkerbell, on that same night so did a girl. After the seven faithful nights Tinkerbell came and retrieved Peter to bring him to Never Neverland where he would never grow old, and the same went for the girl she was brought by Coraldawn. Now in Neverland if you are a little boy who just wants to stay young and have fun will age until they are twelve and from there age no more. But as many believed girls did not belong here, so when Coraldawn arrived with the baby girl, she was told to bring it back from whence it came. Coraldawn refused and cut herself off from all other faerie contact, to raise the lucid Lost Girl. Now about one and a half years later came to the island were two other characters the Pirate Captain, Captain James Hook, and the Duchess Elaine Carrie more commonly know as Bloody Elaine Carrie. Hook was just a pirate, a man set out to pillage and pilfer, to kill when the time was fit or when the sport of it arose. Carrie was a Duchess ruling her small colony of followers, a woman that would behead just to see the blood, she who personally murdered her own family and then licked the knife clean. Hook as we all know craved the blood of one the Prince of Never Neverland Peter Pan. And as you have guessed Carrie lost her blood lust for all except the Princess (the Faeries were not to happy to admit it) of Never Neverland the Lost Girl. A half a year later Carrie was in hot pursuit of the flying toddler girl. Legend has it that a fatal strike was dealt to her but Coraldawn stopped it. No one knows whether the faerie was to die or not but the Lost Girl would no longer be safe in Neverland, and what is believe is she was brought home. The day she was gone forever was the day that the Duchess disappeared to hiding, and she'll return when the Lost Girl returns. But as of today the Lost Girl, or Coraldawn were never seen again. The End."

Wendy smiled at Peter with tired eyes, "That was a wonderful, but sad story Peter, Thank You. But Peter what was her name, the Lost Girl?"

Peter frowned, "I do not know, only she and Coraldawn knows. But I saw her once a day or two before she left. It was at dusk in the middle of the forest I heard a noise in the bushes and turned around to be face to face with a girl I believe she had light brown hair and green eyes. But I could not see well for the forest was dense and the retreating sunrays did not shine, everything had a murky blue color to it. She just smiled and giggled then disappeared."

Peter looked down at Wendy she had fallen asleep, a smile plastered on her face and her fingers intertwined in the skeleton leaves that Peter wore.

Author's Note: If you don't like how I said people grow in Never Neverland I believe it must be true if Peter came when he was a baby and grew to be twelve. I think they just cannot enter their teen years, and puberty. I hope you enjoyed.

-Na