Land of the forgotten

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Jack was awful close to me since the room was not big at all! His wide, green eyes looked good against his pale skin and black hair. He had exactly two freckles on his face, both under his left eye. He was wearing torn shorts and a ragged green shirt. Around his neck was a necklace which was made of beans. "Who are you?" I asked.

"Jack from Jack and the Beanstalk!" Jack said plainly.

"Of course"

"Do you know where you are?"

"No, where am I?"

"You're in the land of the forgotten!"

"Let's start from the beginning. It started when Peter Schlockovich the fourth made an island called Neverland. He never wanted to grow old, so he got a witch named Wick to cast a spell on the island. The spell worked but in return the witch was split in two - one was Wick's good side and one was Wick's bad side which we call Glenda. Well one day Glenda thought it would be a good idea to get rid of Wick so the world would all be good. Glenda couldn't do it since she was part of Wick so she cast a spell sending a strong tornado to Kansas sending Dorothy here to Neverland. The spell of course worked, but it caused Glenda to split in half creating a second Wick, which the first Wick grew fond of. When Dorothy finally arrived, her house crushed Wick number two. Let's just say Wick wasn't happy, so she murdered Dorothy..."

"So it all starts with Peter Pan - so what happened to him? Wick murdered Dorothy. I thought Dorothy murders her."

"Let me explain. Wick murdered her but to make Glenda happy Peter Schlockovich sent Wick away and told Glenda that she was dead. Peter thought it would be a good idea to bring a few visitors here so he flew to the real world and got some kids who, using their imagination, wrote their story..."

"So why are we here?"

"So fast forward after making lots of tales, Peter Schlockovich decided to make a council of himself and other popular fairytales such as Sam. Sam is actually little red riding hood and she is on the council. When a fairytale character does something wrong, they vote if they should send them here and if they all vote yes then they send them here. You left here a while ago and so Peter sent out Sam to monitor you since we are not allowed to leave."

"Ok."

It was hard to comprehend all of this so I just sat there speechless and not moving. I thought about the past few days and one little detail kept popping up and I couldn't get over it. Why did Sam steal something and what did she steal? "My friend Sa... I mean Little Red Riding Hood... what would she need a small silvery object for?" I said quizzically.

"Oh no," Jack said as he crumpled to the ground.

"What?"

"The one detail from the story I didn't tell you about is the fail safe. When Peter made this island he trapped his should in a silver ring. If something would go wrong someone could wear the ring and combine all the powers of the fairytales and destroy us."

The door to the small room swung open revealing a green girl. Lets start from her head because this girl had many problems! Her hair was bundled up into dreadlocks which did not look good on her green skin and the human bones in the dreadlocks didn't look appealing. Her nose was two inches longer than it should be and it had at least three thousand warts on it. she had black on which did look fetching except it showed her chalky skin which was purple. When looked upon from the outside she looked normal until you focused on her legs. Her legs had to be at least five feet and her torso was only one foot which was a disproportion with made me laugh. "Is something funny?" she retorted.

"Nope," I said between muddled laughs.

She opened her mouth to say something and her expression changed to an expression of disoriented laughter. "Who are you?" she said with a peppy voice! Jack whispered something which sounded like "Wick not normal" which made me realize that this was wick and I followed her out the door. I was all alone with her, except I wasn't, I had a feeling of happiness down below. Way below!


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