** When a wish brings devastating consequences, Pan must join forces with a fallen star to stop the walking dead before Neverland sinks into eternal darkness. **
"We can sail away tonight on a sea of pure moonlight
We can navigate the stars to b...
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"And how are we going to find the other stars?" asked Peter, frowning. He had seen dozens fall, but she alone had made such a crater that it was easy to find. Have the other stars turned into girls, too? Usually, he would have flown, but ... he did not want to make that suggestion now. The star didn't ask about it either ... perhaps because she had seen how hard it was to get up into the sky in the first place?
"We'll ask an old friend of ours for help," the star said, bringing Peter more questions instead of answers.
"What, whom?"
Now even a hint of a smile crept onto the star's lips. Peter noticed that small, silver dots like freckles covered her cheeks, still gleaming softly even in the dull light. Or maybe it was just stardust.
"We call upon the wind to ask my last remaining brothers and sisters in the firmament for their help," the star explained patiently, holding out her arms as if in greeting. In fact, the wind picked up noticeably all at once - almost as it had just before when he had flown into the sky. Just as cheeky and playful as Peter a short time before, he grabbed the strands of the star's hair and let them blow gently. Peter heard the soft murmur in the sound of the breeze. The star opened his lips, but Peter did not understand the ancient language of the stars. He - and perhaps even Titania - were too young.
