I'm still looking for Lost Boys. See the casting call in the first chapter. Ginny, you're welcome to submit a character, but you need to fill out the profile and send it to me.
The Lost
Chapter 2: Flying Towards Them
There was a fairy, of course. Otherwise Elizabeth wouldn't have been able to fly. Her name was Campalee, and she claimed (or so Peter said) that she was a princess in exile from the Fairy Court in Kensington Gardens. She seemed friendly enough though, so Elizabeth didn't particularly care whether Campalee really was a princess or not.
"Sometimes," Peter said as they flew through the night sky. "I'll have a fairy that doesn't like sharing me with my mother. I usually banish them for a while, and then they get used to it."
"Seems a bit harsh," said Elizabeth. "To banish someone just because they don't like someone."
"Well, they're disobeying me. And I'm the king of the island, so nobody's allowed to disobey me."
Elizabeth secretly thought that if Peter was indeed king of the island, which she doubted, that he was a proper tyrant.
They had flown for hours, or was it days? when Elizabeth felt a prickling on the back of her neck. Peter seemed to be getting more and more excited about something, taking even less notice of her than usual.
"Peter?" she asked, trying to be tactful. "Where exactly are we going?"
Peter grinned, and grabbed her wrist. "You'll see."
Suddenly Elizabeth felt herself being stretched, between the world she had lived in her whole life and the world she was about to enter. Peter's iron grip on her wrist and her own world's grip on the rest of her body was just beginning to hurt when POP!
She was flying peacefully over a clear turquoise sea, towards what could only be the island that Peter had spoken of.
"What was that?" she half-shouted. Her arm was still sore.
"The Divide, of course. It hurts sometimes, when you go through it for the first time." Peter didn't seem the least bit phased.
"You could have warned me."
The ginger-haired boy just laughed, and Campalee tinkled her own amusement.
His eyes were shining when he stopped laughing. "Come on!" he said.
Elizabeth glared.
"If you keep thinking like that, you won't be able to fly soon," Peter promised.
Just as he said it, she found herself beginning to fall. She screamed. In a flash, Peter was holding his hand over her mouth, his other hand firmly closed around her arm.
"Shh! You'll wake them up!"
Elizabeth opened her mouth to ask who they weren't supposed to wake up, but the taste of Peter's grimy hand made her close it immediately. She sulked all the way to the island, not moving until Peter let go of her, allowing her to fall in a pile of leaves.
He stood off to one side, ignoring her as she brushed dirt and leaves off of her pajamas and pulled bits of greenery out of her hair. His nose twitched and he frowned.
"They're here."