A/N: I know it's been a long time but I wanted to finish my other story. But now that that's finished I can work on some other projects. So enjoy!
A little girl with caramel brown hair and grey eyes was playing ball in Kensington gardens, near the statue of the infamous Peter Pan. She loved that story, as some young ones do; that seemed to be the very essence of youth. It made people look back to their past and wish to be young once again. Although now a day's most had wasted their childhood in front of some kind of screen.
Once in a while, she would glance at the statue with much admiration. You couldn't blame her; it was every child's favorite story at some point in their lives.
She did make the mistake of not looking when kicking the ball. One hard kick sent the ball flying at the statue; it has landed in the arms of one of the fairies and the girl could hear a soft ticking sound like a mechanism. The wings retracted; the girl rushed over to fix the damage but all thoughts of the trouble left her mind, replaced with curiosity.
Behind the wings was a crevice, and in that crevice was a sack. She peeked inside the sack and there, before her eyes, was what looked like gold that had been through a cheese grader. Her eyes filled with wonder; reached inside, took a pinch and inspected it. It didn't look or feel like plastic, so it wasn't confetti; it gave off this warm feeling, gold was out of the question; it had this glow about it, and mirrors aren't yellow. Maybe the girl's mother knows; they know everything.
"Mother!" she cried.
"Yes, dear, what is it?" she responded, thinking that something happened to her little girl as all mothers hold fast to the innocent. But some wise men believe: if you hold something too tight, it tends to get away from you.
"Could you tell me what this is?" the girl asked, showing her the strange substance. Her mother visibly relaxed, she didn't think much of the dust but it couldn't her to make a story up.
"That's a special kind of dust, if you sprinkle a little bit on yourself before you fall asleep, then a wish will come true."
The girl's face light up and she skipped around; excited as can be; but if she had examined the crevice more closely, would've noticed that there was a note with the sack. Alas, she didn't and as the day drew to an end, the wind began to blow and note was carried away with it. But, as you may know, everything lost always ends in Neverland.
That night, the girl was light on her feet, with not a care in the world. As her mother had instructed; she took a pinch, sprinkled upon herself with the sparkling dust and the girl felt lighter and happier than before. She didn't know why she did.
When she looked at her bed, it was lower than her, as if the girl had a growth spurt at an early age. But she didn't, instead she was rising off the floor, close to the ceiling.
Everyone once in a while, a child will have that eureka moment and this is one moment that she will never forget.
The girl grabbed a bag and stuffed it with all the necessaries. A book, a pocket knife, paper clips, etc. anything to fend off pirates. Before she jumped out the window, it occurred to her that her mother will worry. She quickly scribbled a note, took one last look at the nursery before shoving off.
A/N: As you have already noticed, I don't have a name for this girl. Actually, I'm leaving it up to you readers. Should it be a descendent of Wendy that also has the same name, Jane, Margret, some random girl, or again some descendent that has a random name? You put your choice in the review. I'll be waiting!