So, here it is, chapter three. This chapter is quite important, so pay attention. The next one will be up in a bout 1-3 days. Thanks for reading.

Bell's POV
When Bell took a deep breath and closed her eyes, in a rush of air, and a glow of light, she knew something had changed. And when she slowly pried open one eyelid at a time, the sight overwealmed her so much, that she let go of Peter's hand, and let herself float, enjoying the view.
It was just like she could of imagined. The sky was a bright blue, with areas of gold and pink, and the clouds were soft and delicate, reflecting the sun's strong rays. The sea surrounded the whole of the island, shimmering and lapping slowly, and the smell of sea-salt was strong for such a high height in the air.
As Bell looked out to the far north side of the island, she saw tall, grey mountains, with snow dusted peaks. To the west, was more mountains and rocks, but had less height, and she could see the feint shape of a skull-shaped rock situated near the ocean. There was also a few waterfalls near the rocks, and a few darker places. Bell could see mermaid lagoon in the west aswell, and knew she would ask Peter if she could visit it. In the east was more rock, and a forest, where Bell presumed Peter's hideout would be. Closest to her, was a beach, with golden sand and tall, proud palm trees. Bell had always loved beaches, and hoped she could visit this one.
She looked over the glorious island once more before telling herself that this was Neverland.
She was in Neverland. With Peter Pan and Tinker Bell.
When she was younger, she'd always dreamed about going to Neverland, and meeting Peter Pan, but she never thought it would happen.
Bell was about to test her flying properly when a small orb of glowing light pulled on her ebony hair. She turned to face the small fairy, who had a small smile that lit up her face. She wore a tiny dress fashioned from leaves, and her sunshine coloured hair was placed in a messy bun atop her dainty head. The fairy sat on her shoulder, like she knew what Bell was thinking, and opened her small mouth, but she was cut off by Grace's shrill prostesting.
"Bell! Help me, will you? I'm floating away!" Bell turned to her sister, who was indeed a few meters away from her. Peter slowly started to fly towards Grace, when she shreaked. "Don't you come near me." She spat, but she didn't look frightening as she slowly sprialed further away.
Thinking of no better way to practice, Bell slowly leaned forward and she started to glide through the air. She immediatly felt light and free, flying was coming natural to her, so she flew to her sister.
"Just hold my hand, and you'll be fine." She grasped her sister's hand, who gulped as she slowly floated forwards with Bell.
Bell hadn't noticed that Tinker Bell was still flying quite closely to her shoulder, as she and Grace became closer to Peter.
A loud crash sounded from the area where Bell had presumed Peter's hideout would be. When Bell turned to Peter, he was facing her, and he scratched the back of his neck. A small look of worry crossed his features, but was then replaced with some sort of a smug smirk. Bell had no idea why he would be smirking, but she let it slide.
"I need a head start here, there's a bit of a problem. But, I'm sure Tink can point a few things out." He told the two girls. He turned to Tinker Bell. "I'll give you the signal when I'm ready." And with that, he zoomed towards Neverland.

Grace's POV
Glaring at the idiot who brought her here to Neverland as he flew away, Grace became more infuriated than before. How could he even dare to take her and her sister, when he knew what would happen. They'd have a fun time, and then they'd want to go home. Take their mother for prime example, the only way she got home was by the help of...Tinker Bell. Grace smiled, as an idea popped into her head. She turned to the small fairy, and saw that she was staring after Peter. Cautiously, she carefully flew towards the fairy, and made sure that Bell had no idea of what was going on. The fairy caught on to what she was trying to do, and came closer to Grace's face.
"I know what happened to my mother." She whispered to Tink. "And I think he'll do it again."
Tinker Bell nodded. "He will, he was going to take you when you were Bell's age, but I stopped him." He tiny voice sounded alluring and sweet. And, in some ways, it sounded just like a little bell or chime, tinkling a tune. "I tried to stop him this time too, but I had no excuse." She looked down.
Grace smiled assuringly at the fairy. "Do you think you could help us?" Tinker Bell looked up, and a small smile of recognition passed onto her features. "I know you helped her. And Peter is gone now, surely it won't take long."
Tink paused, and thought. "I can," She smiled sadly. "But he will never give up. I saw the way he looked at Bell when he first saw her...the way he looked at Wendy. I think he is attracted to her almost as much as he was to your great-grandmother."
A small wave of protectiveness passed over Grace. She couldn't let him cloud Bell's mind with false promises and keep her here. She just couldn't. "Then we must go now, it's just Bell we have to deal with; I don't think she'll want to come willingly."
Tinker Bell thought again. "Tell her that it was my idea to go back and get some clothing and nesessities."
A grin lit up Grace's features, before she turned to her sister. "Bell, Tink thinks it would be best if we go back and get some things before Peter comes, so we're not wandering around it our Pyjamas the whole time."
Bell looked cautious, but smiled anyway. "OK."
Grace grabbed her sister's hand tightly, and pulled her forwards. Letting the tiny fairy lead the way, they took off.
But, when Grace turned to look back at the beautiful place from her dreams, instead she saw Peter hurtling towards them, and he didn't look happy.

Peter Pan's POV
When Peter's dirt covered feet touched the ground, he took off running towards his hide-away. It was in a new location since Wendy, but it was still in the same woods. He called out his rooster call, and knocked four times on the old wood of the tree, and part of the tree swung open, presenting him with access. He chose to fly down the shute instead of sliding, and enterted his home. As soon as he did, all of his lost boys came rushing towards him, big grins lighting up their faces. He carefully arranged them into some order, and made sure they were lined up in height order.
"There's been a change in plan boys!" He called, and some of them fidgeted. "We've got two mother's instead of one!"
One of the youngest, Spike, spoke out. "But we can't have two." He grin grew bigger. "Maybe one can be the second lost girl?"
When he said that, the whole group of boys cheered. It was then that Peter noticed Swift sitting on his bed in the corner, away from everyone else. His face looked grim. Peter flew over to him, and he looked up. "What's wrong, Swift?"
"Who are they?" He asked quitely.
"Why, they're the ones I've been talking about! Grace and Bell! Our new family." He told Swift with a large smile.
But, at the mention of their names, Swift froze. "Oh." He sighed, and went back to looking glum.
Peter took no notice of him, he came out of his moods pretty quickly, and turned back to the Lost Boys. "So you know what that means." They looked confused. "We need to make the Wendy House bigger!" They all cheered once more, and rushed out of the hideaway, chatting loudly amongst themselves.

Peter flew out after them, leaving Swift behind, and set to work on the Wendy House with the boys, when he realised that there was much he needed to tell the girls before he brought them to their new home. He told himself that the boys would manage by themselves, and looked up into the sky. He smiled when he saw two figures floating in the sky. But then, he realised they were slowly floating further away. A small wave of fury passed over Peter, and he took off without warning towards the girls. He rushed, and pushed himself as fast as he could, barely noticing the wind rushing loudly past him. When he got closer, he could see that Tinker Bell was in front of them, leading them away. He slowly contorted with anger, and flew faster, gaining on them. It was then that Grace turned, and a look of horror crossed her features. He smirked at her, and when he finally reached them, he bundled Bell in his arms, pulling her away from her sister.
"If you want to go, fine." He spat. "But you're not taking Bell."
Grace looked down, deep in thought, but turned back to him, a look of determination of her face. "I'm staying." She spoke loud and firm.
Peter looked over Grace and Tinker Bell, wondering how his closest friend could betray him, before turning away from them, and flying towards his old hide-away.
He was going to speak with Bell. And then, he would deal with them later.