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Author's Note: Rather short but important chapter again, again, again. I apologize for the long wait I have a good excuse, but an excuse is an excuse and that's just no good. Enjoy! Happy Reading!

The Legend of the Lost Girl

Chapter 5: Lost is Found

Wendy landed and rushed towards the bag she brought with her. Shaky hands removed the small chest, for Wendy had just recalled where the key was and was wondering if she remembered what was inside, was what really did lie in the wooden box. Her hands flew deafly to the chipped off corner ripping away her crud mending job a shiny gold key blinked up at her in the lantern light. Tears fell through the air and slid lazily down the face of the box that sat mocking the girl on which it sat. Trembling fingers fitted the key and turned it.

It seemed that it took hours to open the lid; she was just too distraught to open the box that held all of Wendy's answers with in.

Peter flew through the crisp night air, contemplating what had happened to Wendy. Why had she run out like that? Was that tears in her eyes? Why, oh why did any of that happen? What happened to Wendy! Peter felt for the lake of a better word weak, his lady his Wendy was in pain and tears and he did not know the cause or how to stop them!

Boyish feet didn't touch ground; he simply flew into his hollowed tree and entered his house quietly. Sobbing on the floor by the bed was Wendy crying over a open wooden box, she seemed to be clapping her hands.

Peter tested the ground as he walked towards her, "Wendy?"

The sobbing continued without pause and Peter approached his one true love (doesn't really know that does he?) he placed a cautious hand on the girl's shoulder; she jumped a little bit at the sudden contact but said nothing.

"What's in the box Wendy-lady?" quietly asked Peter.

Peter could barely discern the single spoken word, name that fell from Wendy's lips the whisper against the tears, "Coraldawn."

Was that true? Peter peered over her shoulder and although he had never seen Coraldawn the colorless pale figure in the box was certainly a dead faerie. And Peter backed up, did that mean? No it couldn't be true Wendy-lady couldn't be Lost!

Wendy gently placed the tomb of the faerie on the ground her sobs forgotten as she dried her eyes. Something within her snapped or clicked however you saw it. And at that moment she forgot who Wendy Moira Angela Darling, Michael Darling, John Darling, and Nana were, she forgot her parents and London. London? Where is that on the north coast of Never Neverland? For Lost this little girl didn't go there often, Coraldawn told her not to.

Wendy turned around and stuck out her hand, "Hello there Peter Pan, I'm Lost Princess of all Never Neverland, it is nice to finally see you again! Although I am a bit sad I couldn't save Coraldawn."

"Wendy?" asked Peter confused for simply it looked like Wendy, and smelled like her too, that was her smile, but those eyes they looked different there was a new light in them, as if it was all just a game.

"How did you know my name? Well yes Prince Peter Pan, I'm Princess Wendy Lost. But everyone calls me Lost. For I am the rebel from the faeries, and the thorn to Bloody Duchess Elaine Carrie. Coraldawn said that I was unwanted and to only trust her and Peter Pan. That no one wanted to know my name when I first arrived so I shouldn't give it. But you already knew it! I'm so glad! I guess I can't go home can I, without Coraldawn to watch over me. Perhaps I could stay with you, easier to play games that way right. How about we hunt bears or, or even Mermaids!"

"I hunt Indians," replied Peter defiantly, he liked this new Wendy Lost.

Lost frowned, "Indians don't play with me. But Mermaids they hated me before I started to hunt them, you've got to be able to swim well, can you Peter? I thought you also hunted Pirates what about Hook right?"

"I killed him," said Peter proudly, "you helped remember?"

"No," said Lost absently, "Well I believe Bloody Carrie is still alive, than perhaps since I helped you, you could help me!"

"Sure!"

Lost yawned, "could we burry Coraldawn and than sleep?" Lost moved to close and lock the tomb of her friend the faerie that gave her a chance and a home. She turned towards Peter and he just nodded.

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

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