Yay, new chapter! I wanted to do something a little bit different before we continued on with the story. I had massive writers block, but I will definitely try my hardest to put more chapters out for you guys. Reviews will help, so make sure you leave me a present below :)
Sarah sat at the window almost everyday, looking out at the bleak world of London. The sky had turned a deep navy color that stretched widely across the horizon like a blanket. Everything had faded into the background. Her roommate, Alice murmured in her sleep, and she faintly heard the word 'hatter.' She could have heard wrong though. A letter had been laid out on her desk with the envelop directed to a 'Miss Sarah Williams' in a false elegant style that looked like the writer had been trying to hard to curl the letters. It was almost funny seeing as it came from Irene. After everything that had happened, she should've seen this coming. So much for the trip away from home. The letter read:
Dear Sarah,
Your father and I have been worried about you for a while now, so you understand why we both agreed to send you to Walworth's School (she gave a quiet snort at that). Your father has been working even harder than normal just to pay for it, and even I have been working double shifts so you can stay there (more like double shifts in fancy restaurants). We just want you to get better so you can come back home and help out with the responsibilities a young girl your age should have. Unfortunately, we can't allow you to come back until you finish your schooling there. Maybe this will teach you some responsibility.
She even had the gall to sign 'sincerely, your family' at the end. She let out a heavy sigh. The tears long dried on her face had been shed, and no more would come this night. Next to the letter sat a familiar gold-embossed book titled, "The Labyrinth." Even though it was quite ancient, everything was still held together and shining brightly. The only sign of wearing was the edges of the book where the pages had been turned many times. It was her favorite book even though there was no author. But then again, she was pretty sure she knew who wrote it. She had left off in the middle of the book. The goblin king had been tempting the young girl into letting him keep her brother by creating magical fruit in which to sway her. She remembered a similar poem that talked about not eating goblin fruit.
We must not look at goblin men / We must not buy their fruits / Who knows upon what soil they fed / Their hungry, thirsty roots?
She should've known, but her hunger got in the way of her thinking skills. She could still taste that peach. The fruit was heavy with sweetness; the richness of the peach shocked her system, the juice flowing into her mouth like the water of life. With that one bite she became drunk and dizzy. Everything spinning in a rocking movement that made her grab the nearest stable thing and whole on tightly.
A scratchy noise brought her out of her memories. Her head turned, but Alice was still sleeping soundly with her stomach moving up and down in deep sleep. The noise sounded again and this time it was right in front of her. She could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand up. The room suddenly became too quiet. There was heaviness in the air that tasted like magic and adventures and familiarity. Her eyes snapped up and there, sitting on the window ledge was an owl. This was no ordinary owl, however. A handprint was pressed against the outside of the window, large and fading slightly. Before she could think, her own hand was mimicking the print on the outside.
"We must not look at goblin men"
She was in trouble.
Oh boy, what has she got herself into? Tell me what you want to read about next. I'm running on a lot of different ideas right now. that was Sarah's intro. I felt like such an independent character needed some kind of introduction. Don't fret my friends, this is still a major Peter Pan fic, I'm just throwing around some different characters and plots. It will tie together! And remember: Not everything is what it seems. The Crocodile? Pan? The Lost Boys? Or how bout the indians? R&R ;)