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Chapter Nine:

High above Never Land.

"If only it was someone or something else, like Captain Jack Sparrow or Heathcliff." Samantha said flew towards the Indian encampment, she had spent a while still on the top of Skull Rock watching the birds flying over and thinking about what was going on with her at the moment. "God I would have settled for being kidnapped by Iggle Piggle that would have been less complicated." Samantha suddenly halted in mid-air. "Actually that is a lie. I would rather be here than with Iggle Piggle." She sighed "Oh why Peter Pan. I have loved him since I can remember and now he's here. Right in front of me and I am going crazy."

Samantha was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she did not see the ball of light flying towards her at high speed. Tinkerbell was on a mission, her tiny wings flapping furiously. She could see Samantha pausing high above her. Now Tinkerbell is a fairy, as you all probably know but I am willing to bet that you didn't know, she left all her fairy friends and family behind when she set her crystal blue eyes on our dear Peter Pan.

Sadly that is a story for another time, for now we must focus on the story in hand.

Tinkerbell was flying so fast that when she tried to stop she just carried on forwards and straight in to Samantha's chest.

"Ow! Tinkerbell what on earth was that for?" Samantha said rubbing her sore chest.

"Sorry" Tinkerbell said in between fast breaths.

"It's okay Tink. Whoa take some breaths before you pass out or something." Samantha said with a smile.

Tinkerbell took a few precious moments to gain some of her breath back.

"Hook's got them. All of them"

"Christopher and Robert?" Samantha said with panic.

"They have been taken to the Jolly Roger and I can't find Peter."

The two girls looked at each other and the fear was written clearly on their face.

In the Indian Encampment.

There was not a single sound or movement coming from the whole camp. The tepee's, instead of standing up in their regimented fashion along the boundary of the Indian's territory, they were lying on their sides or ripped, where enthusiastic Pirate's had forced them. Pots of food that were going to be used in the evenings celebrations were all on their side and their content's spilled out upon the mossy and muddy floor. If you look closely enough you would be able to see Neverbugs, talking and eating quite happily completely unaware of the chaos that had just happened. Going towards the centre of the camp and if you looked close enough you will see a pair of muddy green boots which are sticking out from underneath several broken tepee's. Those feet were completely still.

Now dear readers please do not think that our dearly loved hero has died. He hasn't because for Hook he has a better idea on how he is going to rid Never Land of Peter Pan. Sorry I stray from our heroes' tale for during his period of unconsciousness Peter was actually dreaming, which was a rare adventure for him as most of the time he did not sleep long enough to dream. The dream played out in front of him in all it's glorious colour.

Peters Dream.

Peter saw himself standing by an open window; he could smell aftershave and the traffic on him and his clothes. As he cast his eyes to his arms he saw that they were covered in a dark brown material he looked at his legs and they two were covered in the same dark brown material. Peter felt the panic rising from the pit of his stomach; he glanced around the room looking for something that he couldn't put his finger. There it was a mirror. He moved in front of the mirror, frightened about what scene he would see. It took several moments for the image to sink in.

"I am a MAN!" Peter shouted. He tried to jump away from the image and fly out of the window but he could not lift his feet off the ground. He ran his hands over his face, just because the mirror maybe lying. He felt several lines in his forehead that he knew were not there before. His eyes felt the same and so did his cheeks. When he reached his jaw and chin he felt hard coarse hair on his chin.

"Tink, Tink. Where are you? What's happened to me?" Peter shouted as he stood by the window. Suddenly he turned and sat on the worn window seat and held his head in his hands. He would not cry he would not, alas they did not obey and before he knew it the tears were freely falling. He did not hear when the door was opened and footsteps made their way towards him.

"Peter are you nearly ready, the children want you to read to them before we leave." her voice was music to his ears, he felt his spirit lighten and a smile form on his face. Slowly he raised his head. On her feet were a pair of delicate pale pink shoes which just peaked out from beneath the hem of her pale pink gown. He made is way up to her face that was loving and flawless.

"Peter are you okay? You look like you have been crying?" She knelt down in front of him nothing but love and compassion coming from her eyes. He recognised her face but could not remember her name.

"I have grown up. I'm not a boy anymore. I can't even remember how to fly." New tears filled his eyes.

"Oh Peter, you haven't been able to fly for a long time now. You left all that behind when you left Never Land with me."

"What!"

Indian Encampment

"Peter! Peter!" Samantha called as she walked through the camp. "None of this should have happened. If I had just kept my gob shut my brothers would have not got kidnapped. Not yet anyway."

Samantha was trying to be a thorough as possible, by not leaving any stone or tepee unturned. She was starting to lose hope and then she spotted the boots.

"Tink he's over here" Samantha fell to her knees and started pushing the large piece of tepee that covered Peter. "Tink it's too heavy. I can't push it." Samantha closed her eyes and pushed it with all her might after a few moments she felt it move. "Tink" she called then opened her eyes. Beside her she saw two large dark hands; she panicked for a moment until she looked up into the face of Lean Wolfe leader of the Indian Tribe. Samantha dipped her head in mark of respect for the chief. Within a matter of moments together they had managed to free Peter; who unfortunately was still in a dream.