My feet hurt.
My knees hurt.
And finally, my head hurts.
But what should I expect after a full day of non-stop walking down a very straight and long road.
I left straight after Edward told me to, not even grabbing my old dress or the parchment that brought me here. When I figured I had left that behind, I wanted to turn back and grab it.
But it's too late now.
The air is growing colder as the sun begins to drop down, letting the moon takes it's place in the sky. It sends a shiver into my skin, the hairs on my arms standing in reaction to the freezing weather.
I've been heading on this road, my eyes keen on bright lights up ahead. It looks like a busy market place.
Though ever so slowly, the lights start to dimmer as people leave for the night. Hopefully someone will lend me a place to stay for the night. Just a bed would do.
And food.
My stomach grumbles in response, the pain of it making me grimace. I haven't eaten since this morning.
And I'm missing the dwarves and their amazing cooking skills. Plus the witch maid who always manages to pull out the best fitting dresses I've ever seen.
But I can't miss those things.
I have to move on and find another happy ending.
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Finally reaching the market place, I see that none of the shops are open and have been packed away for the night. So much for finding someone nice and generous to give directions to a place to stay.
I look around at the many buildings surrounding the market square, several dim lights traveling through closed curtains. No one seems to be outside now, all wrapped up in their warm little stores.
"Rangers Inn." I say out loud when I spot the place I'm looking for.
It's a shabby place with dark bricks stacked on top of each other. There's pitch black alley ways on each side of it's tall walls. The door is slightly nice looking, a large bronze knob screwed into the old wood it is made out of.
The door swings open, a small bell chiming to alert the owner of my presence.
And instantly, as I walk in, my nose is hit with the strong smell of alcohol. Plus a hint of men sweat reeks the shabby place as well.
A large bar sits in front of me, the old bearded man behind the counter glaring full on in my direction with dark eyes. Gulping again at the many men drinking and arguing around me, I creep forward and smile at the man.
He doesn't do anything back, just stares.
In his wrinkly palm, is a pint sized glass that he is cleaning harshly with a very dirty cloth in his other hand. His pot belly pops out so much, it's a wonder how he even got behind the bar.
"I was wondering if I could book a room please." I say, my voice nearly drowned by all the noise everyone is making.
The man harshly sets the glass cup down on the table. It looks like it should have cracked under the pressure, but it's clear appearance stays strong.
"This is no place for little girls," he snarls back, showing his yellow teeth, "go run back to your mummy."
He flicks a huge arm toward the direction of the door I had just come in through. Clearly he isn't going to agree to letting me stay, his mind set straight on only letting rugged men into his inn.
Quickly, I exit the loud and run-down place. My shoes clunk as they hit the pavement, the sound echoing around the empty street.
The lights from the windows are growing darker, more people falling asleep as the night progresses.
And if I don't find a safe place to sleep now, the people of the night will get me.
Drunks, criminals, rapists and many more scary things that could cause me harm.
"Why did I have to go against Edward?" I ask myself as I start to walk further into the township.
If I never argued with him about magical creatures, I would be famished, tidy and settling into a large double bed with soft coverings.
But no, I am here because I couldn't let Edward slaughter that innocent unicorn.
And I still can decide whether it was a bad decision or not.
In the middle of two crossed roads, is a water fountain.
A pretty lady dressed in flowing cloth stands in a posing stance. In her left hand, she holds a vase tucked into her hip. It's small top it pointing down with water trickling out, making it a fountain.
Probably powered by magic, like everything else in this place.
Tired, I sit down on the edge of it's circular barrier. It's extremely hard and uncomfortable.
Maybe if I sit here, no one will come and get me. It would be stupid to attack someone in the middle of a city. I mean, I could scream.
People would come and help me if I screamed, right?
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That's when it happened.
So fast that I could only glimpse a bit of the shaded face.
And then the rough grabbings on my arms.
The stench of horrible breath.
I nearly scream when a hand wraps itself around my mouth and blocks all sounds from coming out.
The man's other hand snakes it's way up my chest, my heart thumping hard as I realize what could happen to me.
I was so stupid to think I was ever safe here.
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Another hand comes out of nowhere just at the right time, it's knuckles connecting straight into my attackers face.
All grip on me falls and I'm left standing there in shock as the two figure fight each other
Tumbling here and there, they both send punches and kicks to try and beat the other opponent.
One of them finally sends a strong side punch straight into the other man's temple, knocking him straight to the ground unconscious.
I watch as the winner stands back up, his chest heaving at the strength it took to know out the strong man.
My mind starts to slow down, everything that just happened coming back to me.
I was nearly...
Oh my...
"Wendy," the man breathes out, his face coming to face me.
Once again, my heart thumps harder in my chest. But not because I was scared but because I was suddenly happy to see the person in front of me.
All beaten up and bruised is...
"Edward..."
"I'm so sorry Wendy," he says, walking toward me and pulling me straight into a hug, "I should have never let you go."
A feeling of comfort and warmth spreads over me, blushing my cheeks and making my ears grow hotter. At least I know what feels safe in this world.
Being next to Edward makes me feel the safest I've ever felt in my life.
And I'm glad I finally realized that.
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Pls review
And I've already said it, but the sequel will include a Peterpan/OC - not Wendy.
You'll just have to keep reading this to find out who Peter will get with.
Just to let you know, I really want to write the Peterpan one right now but I have to get this one over with for it to work.
So some of it may be rushed and I apologise.