PART TWO
If there ever was a land I'd loved and lost the most, it would be here, my home.
Neverland feels like my home. I know it isn't, but it feels as if I am whole here, the great chunk missing is filled.
I try to sleep in a high up tree. It feels odd, being back here. Back in the forest that never sleeps, back under the impossibly bright stars and galaxies, where I feel so small but so free at the same time. At this moment, I can only think of what adventures lay ahead, hope, joy, vicious sword fights, mermaids, fairies, maybe even death.
I count how many shooting stars I see that night. There were two. I don't talk to Slightly and he doesn't talk to me. It hurts not talking to my only source of comfort, my only friend in this world I call home.
I hear gun shot.
Only the pirates have guns on the east of the island.
I wake up Slightly because if the pirates are here, who is guarding Peter?
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Wendy Darlin'
Fanfiction*second story in the Peter series* After Peter continues to haunt Matilda, she knows he needs her. Only things are changing in Neverland, and Peter is changing with them.
