That night, after the celebrations had finished I walked down to the beach and sat on the sand. Lately I've been having really strange dreams, dreams that are making me think about the life I used to have before I ran to Neverland. I was a princess. A princess with a different name and different family. I wasn't ashamed of my family I was scared for my family. My father, King Taarvetti expected me to become a queen! Me, a queen? Who were they kidding? I'd be a terrible queen. I don't know why but I just would.
I left everything... my mother, my sisters and my brother. I don't fully regret or understand why I ran instead of faced my fears but I haven't regretted a single moment with Peter. He was much like me. That's what the boys, the fairies, the mermaids and the pirates thought but they weren't entirely true. I'm not like Peter. For example, I didn't cut of my pirate's hand. I have a fairy companion but that doesn't make me a replica of Pan. Does it?
The waves rolled on the shore and dampened the sandy beach like tears on your cheek. My mother, Queen Ravenna, was probably worried sick about me like my twin brother, Draco and my younger sister, Jakola. Not, Allianna though. Allianna was my other younger sister but she never did like me all that much, I never understood entirely why. In my family's kingdom where the dragons roamed free and not scared of being hunted into extinction. My kind, Draco Humatis, (Dragon Human) had two names; a name for their dragon self and a name for their human self. My father was Charles, Mother was Seraphina, Draco was Adam, Jakola was Jacklyn or Jack and Allianna was Crystal.
Peter and the Lost Boys only know my human side, Alice Evelynn, therefore they don't know the secret I've been hiding from them since Peter met me in that tree. My other name was Dracoria Moone but I don't go by that name anymore, I've hidden who I am so why should I keep that name? I shouldn't but Peter has the right to know... I'm too scared to tell him though.
Whilst in my thoughts, I hadn't realised that Glimmer was sitting on my knee with my hair in her petite, dainty hands. Glimmer has always been my friend. She was the only one who knew about me... me and my secrets. Dracoria was hidden way deep inside me and I couldn't show her. Peter would run and Hook and Harmona would cackle at the sight of my friend leaving me. Glimmer was a strange fairy. She had room for more than one emotion which was ironic because she was actually smaller than the average fairy.
I moved my body up against a nearby tree and closed my eyes so I could drift off after my tiring day. I felt so old but I am so old. My hair had never gained a white or grey hair as it always had the same shade, like my eyes... they had never lost their sparkle of a child.
I fell asleep with the happy thought of what adventures I would get up to the next day...