A knock wakes me up.

Or was it the nightmare that woke me up.

Either way, I pull the thick covers off my hot body and let the cold air embrace my clothes and skin. Gracefully, I step off the bed and slowly let each of my toes taste the carpet. To my delight, it is not freezing but a nice refreshing feeling.

Heading fast to the door, I turn the handle and meet eyes with Edward. He smiles, sending butterflies into my stomach.

"Good Morning Wendy." He speaks.

"Good Morning." I reply, tugging at my dress.

It's been two days since I've had a clean change of clothes and it's becoming uncomfortable to wear this cloth. Edward seems to notice my discomfort and quickly nods his head.

"I'll have a maid send you some clothes."

And with that, he walks away. Completely closed off with his feelings. And I can't help but stare at his back, covered with a simple white baggy top that it tucked into long black pants.

Very old fashioned, like my life before Neverland.

"Wendy." I scold myself for checking out the handsome boy.

Retreating back into my room, I head over to the window with happens to lead onto a large balcony. From the view I'm given on the third floor, I can see the unusually big horse stables.

It's strange that there is an underground tunnel leading from the basement in this house to the back of an empty horse sleeping area in the stables.

Why would he ever need to sneak into the stables and back, with no chance of being seen?

I have a lot of questions now bubbling up inside of me about his boy.

Like, where are his parents?

He never mentioned them at all and there was no sign of them when we entered the house.

And if he doesn't have parents, how did he get so rich?

A knock on the door stops my questions and I call out that the person can come in.

Turning around, I spot a women dressed up in rags walk in and bow respectfully at me. But upon closer looking, I see that she is not human. Her ears are pointed and there's a magic trail of smoke following her.

"You're a witch!" I exclaim with wide eyes.

Her eyes meet mine and she smiles.

"You have a good eye child," she compliments, "not many can spot a witch who has been disowned from her magic."

I frown in confusion. Disowned?

"Who took away your magic?" I ask, heading to her.

She grabs a tape measurer and starts to take my size.

"Oh, just witch hunters. Most of the witches these days have been disowned from their magic. It's not that rare honey."

Disowned?

"That's not fair!" I cry out. "That's dirty and horrible!"

She scoffs. I realize how pretty she is, being a young witch. There's a braid of soft creamy blonde hair running down her back, ending at her hips. It sways slightly with every turn of her head but never seems to go out of place.

Then her face. Beautiful green eyes and a well proportioned face.

Why would anyone want to hurt her.

She looks like a good witch.

"This world isn't fair honey," she explains, "but you are human so you have nothing to worry about."

That's the thing.

I am magical.

But Edward doesn't know that.

I may look human but I was raised with magic and it obvious that the drug would work on me.

The drug that can find magical creatures.

"Well, I think I have something in your size in here." She speaks, opening up her suitcase that she has with her.

It's large and when she opens it, there are a massive collection of folded dresses to choose from. And all are in different colours and patterns.

"Try this on," she says, carefully placing a cloth of material into my hands, "I think you will look very pretty in it. The bathroom where you can wash is just through those doors."

I come out of the bathroom, scrubbed clean and polished. The dress is flowing just below my knees, it's fabric like a dream. There's small shoulder pieces that cover my skin until my elbow and I can barely tell they are there.

It's a very pretty dress overall.

But I can't tell yet what time I am in. There is working showers and light switches. But this place is extremely old fashioned.

"Excuse me?" I ask the witch.

But looking around my room, I find that she is no longer in my presence. Strange. I thought she would stay. That's when I remember Edward and quickly race over to the door to go find him. Opening it fast, I nearly bump into the person about to knock.

Edward.

He smiles down at me and I cant resist but to smile back.

"I was going to fetch you for breakfast, though I see you were going to come down yourself," he laughs out.

"With the size of this house, I'm glad you found me," I speak as we both walk down the long corridor, "otherwise I fear I might have gotten lost."

He laughs again, his teeth making my heart skip a beat.

How can this boy make me feel this way again. I haven't felt flushed since...well since I meet Peter Pan.

He was just as sweet and charming.

Until he became desperate for the heart of the truest believer.

Then came the cage.

And the shouting.

And the dark eyes that still haunt my dreams.

"Wendy?"

I come back to see that we have stopped and that Edward is looking me straight in the eyes with both his hands softly holding my shoulders.

"Yes?" I ask back.

"You blanked out," he explains, letting one of his hands move a strand of hair out of my eyes.

I glance down at my shaking red hands before smiling nervously at the boy.

"I'm fine."

He smiles brightly back before we carry on with our walk to breakfast.

There are dwarves serving us food.

Apparently they're the cooks in Edward's house.

Which I find appalling.

I just hope they get good pay.

But the look of their torn clothes tells me otherwise.

"Thank you," I say to the male dwarf that hands me a plate of pancakes.

His eyes widen in shock, stumbling a bit before he runs off to leave the room. I stare after him, confusion of what I could have done wrong.

"Wendy, we do not speak to the creatures," Edward speaks from his place on the expensive looking table, "they are vermin things that dwell behind the power of magic."

I nod quietly, picking up a fork to eat my food but not feeling hungry anymore. Edward's words have thrown me straight off my food, making my stomach turn in disgust.

But he can still eat. He can still eat after what he said.

"Please excuse me," I speak, standing quickly and leaving the table.

"Wendy," Edward says in confusion, "where are you going?"

Ignoring him, I walk out of the door and head around, trying to find a way out of this place. Just to be in the presence of someone who hates magical creatures gives me an uneasy feeling.

I spot a door that lead out onto what looks like a backyard. There's white tables and chairs with large umbrellas covering everything from the blazing sun. And then steps leading onto grass.

Turning the brass knob, I look behind just to catch a glimpse of what looks like Edward. My feet stumble when I try to move faster, just resulting in my ankle giving in. I hit the floor, falling back so I land on my tail-bone.

"Wendy." I hear as Edward starts running.

My ankle throbs when I let Edward help me off the ground. Every time I try to put it on the ground, it stings in the joint. And it makes me sniffle with pain.

"Where does it hurt?" He asks, wrapping an arm around my waist and helping my into one of the fancy white seats.

"My ankle," I whisper out.

He lifts my right leg and gently takes off my shoe. With tender touches, he seems to examine the now bruising skin that surrounds my foot.

"It's sprained," he states, "not going to kill you. Just a week of rest and you will be all better."

I sigh in relief. If it was broken, I don't know if they have the right medicine here to fix it. But even if it just sprained, that doesn't help with the pain jolting through my leg whenever it moves.

"Come on, lets get some ice on that."