Chapter 2- Lost in Neverland

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The shadow soared through the sky, on its way to the second star to the right. The young girl dangled in its grip like a rag doll. It looked down at her and gave a small sigh. It hadn't realized though that the young girl had opened her eyes slightly, looking at the disappearing city lights of London. Soon, everything faded to black once more.

Muffled voices were heard from a few meters away.

"A girl?! Why did the shadow bring back a girl? After Wendy, I didn't think it would bring another one."

"I don't know, but "you-know-who" won't like this." Both boys murmured in worry, but were startled by a sudden landing.

"What won't I like?"

"U-Uh…sir…you see….The shadow brought back a girl."

"…I knew my shadow heard the cry of a child, but never have I heard that it was a …girl."

Leslie heard what sounded like boys voices near her. She stirred in her sleep, slowly gaining consciousness. The last sentence was said in a sort of disgust. What was wrong with girls? Had she done something wrong before she woke up? And then her mind wandered back to the mention of a shadow bringing her. So she wasn't dreaming. A shadow had carried her off and away from her home. In other words, she was kidnapped.

"Great, she's waking up. …Well, bring her back to the camp and we'll decide her fate."

"We could feed her to the sirens."

"Or better: We can just kill her now before she wakes up."

"Felix, boys. We're not THAT cruel. …It's best to torture our victims before letting them have what they deserve," the voice, which belonged to who seemed like the leader, said in a sadistic joy.

That was it. Leslie jolted up and backed away from the scene. The boys looked over to her. "Oh, she's awake. Goody…" one of them said.

"Felix, calm down."

"But Peter…sir, she-"

"I said, Calm down. I'll deal with this."

"Who are you people? Where in the world am I?" Leslie said, glaring at the boys. The main one waltzed over to her. She carefully watched him, not knowing what these boys would do to her. He crouched down in front of her and smirked, studying her features. She watched him carefully, her breathing soft, but heavy as she watched his every move.

"Why, dear girl…You're in Neverland."

Leslie's hazel eyes widened. Did he say…Neverland? It couldn't have been. She couldn't be away from her home…In Neverland! Can you imagine; the place she had wished to be most of her childhood. Although she was happy, she was still skeptical about the situation.

"You didn't answer my other question."

The boy chuckled. "If I told you, you wouldn't believe me," he replied.

"Try me."

The boy chuckled yet again. Leslie growled in annoyance.
"Calm down, girl."

"I have a name, pretty boy. It's Leslie. Leslie Parker," she said.

The boy nodded. "I'm Peter Pan."

There was a silence between the two, the sounds of the night filling in the empty space. Peter looked at Leslie with a smirk on his face. He was sure he had surprised the girl, making her speechless. His smirk broke when laughter filled the air.

Leslie laughed uncontrollably. "Peter Pan?! You expect me to believe that?! Okay, now I'm doubting if this is even real."
Peter scowled at her. "You don't believe me?"
"Of course not! Look, I may be a fan of fairytales, but please. You're not real," Leslie said, raising an eyebrow.

The immortal boy glared at the girl. "And you know this how?"
"I just do. Fairytales are called fairytales for a reason. I must be dreaming."
Peter had reached his limit and he pulled out a dagger, pinning the girl to a tree and raising it to her neck. Leslie's eyes widened and her laughter came to an immediate stop. She shut herself up.

"How. dare. you. mock me?" he growled. Leslie swallowed the lump in her throat and didn't respond. She didn't want her throat slit as the knife was already pressured against her neck. She could already feel a tiny cut and blood coming from the wound.

He searched her eyes and saw her fear. He smirked cruelly and stepped away from her. "Boys. Grab her. Take her to her new place to stay."

They nodded and grabbed her arms roughly, lifting her up and dragging her.

"H-Hey! Let go of me!" she yelled at the two. Felix gave an annoyed sigh and hit the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious.

Where am I?, Leslie thought to herself. She looked around, finding only darkness. She could hear muffled cheering and music. Am I dead? In a coma? What's going on?

"Hello?" she called out into the darkness, but only heard an echo. Her eyebrows furrowed and she called out again, expecting to find some sort of sign that she wasn't alone. When no reply came, she let out a sigh.

"You called, young one?" A voice asked. Leslie bolted up and looked around. "Who's there?" she asked.
"Right now, dear, you are merely unconscious. I have come to tell you a riddle that you must figure out. It involves you." the voice told her.

Leslie tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "A riddle? What does that have to do with me? Why am I here in Neverland?! What purpose is there for me being here?" she asked, wanting an answer to her situation.

"All will be told in good time."

"But I need to know now! I want to go back home to my aunt and uncle! I don't want to be here!" Leslie cried out desperately. She was already tired and scared, as Neverland wasn't what she expected in the very few minutes she had been there. She wanted to go back home and apologize to her aunt. She wanted to hug her and tell her she was sorry for all she's ever done to upset her.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that. But you'll have to listen to the riddle if you want to go back home," the voice replied.

Leslie sighed and closed her eyes. Why is this happening? she thought. She opened her eyes and set her gaze on the darkness. "Okay. Tell me the riddle."

"A flower as golden as the sun is hidden away, secretly bathed in a cloak of black. The flower brings life and youth to those in need, and one must keep her from those who will misuse the power. Unaware of itself and the power she has, the flower is picked away from its place. It's given to a poor soul and the flower must use itself to help the broken, twisted heart of the person, who hides their true face. When its power is used, the twisted one decides to let it live, or let it die. Whichever road is picked by he, the flower's fate will end in tragedy."

Leslie made sure to memorize the riddle, keeping it to mind. She thought for a moment, taking it all in. The young girl wasn't sure what to think of the strange riddle, and from that, wondered what it had to do with her. Before she could ask about it, she was awoken by an orange light.

Leslie awoke from unconsciousness and looked around. She was trapped in a cage. She took in her surroundings. A warm fire was within a few meters from her. Young boys, from kids to teenagers, danced around with masks covering their faces. Strange music was playing as they pranced around the fire.

She looked up and saw the night sky. Looking at the stars, Leslie lied on the ground and closed her eyes.

She suddenly heard the cage door creak and sat up. The boy who claimed to be Peter Pan stood there with a glare set on her. "Get out, girl."

Will I get out of here? More importantly, will I get out alive?

Ooo! This is gonna be awesomeness!

Now, I have a challenge to my fans and those reading this story.

I want you all to see if you can figure out part of the riddle. What or Who do you think is the golden flower? What/Who does the golden flower represent? And if you can guess what reference this golden flower is from, then YOU ARE FANTASTIC!

If you can figure this out, then you will be rewarded with a virtual cookie. :D

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