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

-Na

The Legend of the Lost Girl

Chapter 4: Returning Home

A clash, and clang, rung throughout Neverland, Peter's sword crashed down in a great arch only to be met iron to iron with Wendy's own sword. As their dance continued Wendy grew aggravated, brandishing her sword, she spoke her mind, "Peter why are we not in search of Lost? Why do you insist my sword play improve?"

"The Faeries are in search of her, if she is found or not we both must be prepared to fight the evil duchess," replied Peter as he lay his sword to rest in its sheath.

The sun was now setting and although Wendy didn't wish to continue the fight, she wished not to return to their underground home, "Well it's going to be dark soon maybe we should sweep the island once or twice and look at the goings on before we turn in for the night."

"All right," replied Peter as he held his hand out to Wendy. Wendy smiled sheathing her sword, she grasped the slightly larger hand of Peter Pan. No sooner had her hand been grasped tightly in his own, did she felt her feet lift from the ground.

Off they soared over plains and forests of Neverland. Peter was suddenly struck with an idea, "Wendy lets ask the mermaids, if they know." Wendy simply nodded as they circled downward to where the mermaids were preparing to go under the water for the night.

Peter landed softly on a rock and bent down near the water letting go of Wendy's hand. Wendy who had learned her lesson, backed away from the edge of the water out of reach of the mermaids.

"Peter!" said the blond mermaid as she swam to him, glaring daggers at Wendy, "Peter what is she doing here?"

He looked at the green-scaled mermaid the same one that made him realize his shadow had gone missing once more. Blue eyes, met blue eyes as Peter spoke, "Have you seen or heard about another girl? The Lost Girl? Would you know where she is?"

The mermaid turned to Wendy once more the look in her eyes was a stab in Wendy's heart or at least that is what it was promising, Wendy fearfully stepped back. The mermaid sneered unpleasantly, "Why, that girl there!"

Peter shook his head, they knew nothing, with that he turned to Wendy, "I should have known Wendy, no one knows of her. Let us go home." Wendy nodded as she reached for his hand. Peter's warmth soon met her as Wendy was pulled into the sky with him.

They circled around the island before the light became to low. Near the mission of Bloody Elaine Carrie was a graveyard, of fresh graves. Wendy had to advert her gaze, in fear of being sick.

Peter suddenly began to descend into a rather dense part of the forest, that was defiantly not where they were currently living. The sun was so low in the sky that Wendy doubted that in the dense undergrowth, would anything be alit.

She had been correct, as they lay foot in the closely grown trees and thick underbrush everything seemed to glow an eerie icy indigo. Peter dragged Wendy over behind a bush and pushed her down into a crouching position. Peter himself excitedly walked back to the front of the bush.

Wendy was about to stand and appose, she was about to ask what he was doing but Peter spoke first, "Now the last and only time I saw the lost girl was right here. She was crouched down as you are now and looked exactly the same. And I, I was right here."

"But Peter how do you remember you were always so forgetful?" replied Wendy. She now saw his reasoning, and it wasn't because she didn't believe him but past experience taught her that he could forget someone after five minutes. So for Peter Pan ten years was a stretch.

"This is Neverland Wendy you can never forget," replied Peter with a boyish smirk.

"How did you defeat Hook, Peter?" Wendy asked defiantly, Peter said not a word for in truth, he had no answer, Wendy sighed, "thought so."

"I never forget Tinker Bell, because she raised me. I never forget you, because of this feeling deep inside that I get, especially when I receive a 'thimble'. And I never forget her because she is Neverland's princess as I am its prince," answered Peter with an air, that seemed noble, and correct.

Wendy nodded she took no notice to the admittance of Peter's feelings for her, as if they were not said, or she had not heard. Instead Wendy questioned, "So she was crouching just as so?" Peter nodded back and looked at Wendy, she did look just like the Lost Girl on that night ten years before, the lighting the same and everything. Wendy began to fidget hunched over on her feet, in a position comfortable for those of orient descent and certainty not her was beginning to pain her.

She fidgeted and placed her right hand on the bush before her, for support. Suddenly Wendy felt the weight of the bush disappear under her hand. Before she could see what had happened a feeling of air rushing by her and the feel of smoothed wood under her was known.

Wendy landed with a thump on the floor, very little light shone from the hole above. No sooner had Wendy gain her composer was she pushed forward by the sliding weight of Peter Pan. The two children rolled in the darkness away from the light source until they hit something. A lantern landed nearby on the floor luckily unharmed, while the flint and a random cup hit Peter on the head.

Rubbing his head with one hand, he grouped around for the objects that had assaulted him. His hand met first with the flint, Peter picked it up and acknowledged it for what it was. Hearing a light groan beneath him, Peter moved to stand up and in doing so he found the lantern. Making quick work of the light, Peter asked, "Are you all right, Wendy-lady?"

Wendy groaned again picking her own self up just as Peter struck a light, "Yes, I'm quit all right Peter, but where are we?"

Peter picked up the lantern and moved it around in front of his face to alight each and every dark corner of the underground home. Opposite the door slide was a bed made for a small child of no more than two towards the middle of the room was a table. To the left of the bed was a Faerie home much akin to Tinker Bell's. What Peter and Wendy had rolled into was the footboard of the bed, which was just a few banana crates in a row, covered in odds and ends of a toddler.

Wendy looked around she could feel the ghost of this once happy thriving home and it chilled her to the bone.

"This must be Lost's home," exclaimed Peter happy about 'his' discovery!

Wendy frowned well it was no more! The dust covered floor and lightless room proved so. It was beginning to be too much for Wendy the musty smell; it was like a bodiless tomb. A tear trickled down Wendy's face, as she sprinted for the slide.

Before Peter new it she was half way up the slide, than air born. Wendy flew off in the now night sky, toward her home, the home of Peter and Wendy.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you think.

-Na