We reach a darkened place much like the one I know all to well. I look at the shadow and it doesn't seem to have the slightest misconception of this place. We get closer to the place which I can now tell is the island I have always dreamed about. The shadow slowly descends towards it now. We get about 13 feet above it when it drops me down to the ground. A loud thump could be heard from a distance.

I slowly scramble from my feet to see that the island is now brighter than before. As if when I landed the world become happier. I walk across the sandy beach and enter the forest where a frequently walked area opens. I enter it with caution, fearing of what might lay ahead for me, however, also with extreme excitement of my future adventure. I begin to hear a pipe play amongst the forest trees. The sound of boys, cheering aloud and together come to my ears

I follow the sounds to a blazing fire in the distance near. I walk a bit faster, shy of a jog. I slow down and the trail slimmens barley allowing me to get through. As if it was trying to hide something, I know have to navigate though it all. I get close enough to where they can hear me if I make a signal sound or movement. I slow my breathing and calm myself down. If they force me to go home, I will not, for there it is hell for me. I hear someone walking behind me, but not trying to scare me.

I turn around to face a girl a bit shorter than me, probably around five three, however with wings. She has blond hair and green eyes and a smile upon her face.

"Hello," she whispers. A bit nervous. "This is the first time I have seen a girl come here on her own. What's your name?" She ask me.

"What was that," a boy said by the fire. The pipe stoped and so did the cheers. The girl is gone when I look back at her. I turn back to see a boy, about my age looking me died in the eye.

"A girl?!" They all seem surprised that I'm a girl, as if they have never seen one before. "Well I guess you'll have to go back then."

"What," I say. "I can't go back. I won't. You can't make me."

"Buuuut, he can." He turns to a boy with stormy green eyes and brown hair.

"Where am I, " I ask with a sense of power and confidence in my voice, something I never had before.

"Why my dear, your in Neverland." A smirk crew across his face. Why is this place so familiar? I asked myself.

"Wait hold on, this place was drawn on the wall of my old room."

"Well that's almost impossible, no one has ever left here. And may I ask what is your name?"

"Faith, just Faith."