The Wicked Hearted (Ouat Peter Pan)

Chapter 1 - No Goodbyes

It was a dark and gloomy night, I looked out my window not seeing a faint of light. I rested my elbows on the window ledge and then rested my chin on my hands. I couldn't sleep, I didn't want to sleep. I never really did want to sleep my entire life, the reason I didn't want to sleep was because I get 'Night Terrors'. Whenever I usually get them, I'm always just screaming and screaming while I sleep, at least that's what my father says. And then I don't remember a lot in the morning. The thought suddenly left my mind and I looked out my window again.

I suddenly saw a big ball of white light, it shinned like a pearl and sparkled like a crystal. Obviously I knew it was the moon, what else could it be. There was also something else that caught my eye. There were two stars in the sky, but they weren't just any stars. They were much bigger than any other star, one bigger than the other, and they twinkled like nothing else I've ever seen before. I don't know how I've never seen these two stars before, most of the time at night I'm usually awake just looking out my window.

I slept for most of the night, and luckily didn't get any Night Terrors. But I didn't sleep as long as most people, about three to four hours less.

When it was early morning, I wanted to leave my room. So I slowly walked toward the door because the floor was very creaky, and I didn't want to wake my father. When I reached the door, I reached for the handle and grasped it. I turned it and opened the door quickly because if I opened the door slowly, it would make this really annoyingly loud creaky sound. I walked out of my room and went straight for the living room.

When I made it to the living room, I sat on a very old, rough, dusty couch. Most people in our village say that it sounds uncomfortable, but me and my father got used to it after a while.

Currently we are in the beginning of the ogre wars, and at the time, we have no food, little clothing, and illnesses going around. There was very little that we could actually do something about the ogres, but we stayed strong and did our best. Since the ogre wars are so bad right now, at the age of thirteen the children are forced to fight without any sort of payment. I heard at some other villages the children have to be at least twelve, but I'm not sure. Currently I'm twelve, and my birthday is tomorrow. On the inside I'm balling my eyes out, but on the outside I'm keeping it all in.

I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the hallway, which interrupted my thought. I saw that it was my father and gave him a weak smile. My father looked at me as if he knew what I was thinking about, which he probably did.

"We should celebrate." He said out of know where, breaking up the silence.

"Celebrate?" I said as if I were very, very confused, which I was. I looked at him as if almost heartbroken. "Celebrate me leaving?" I asked.

"No, no. Not at all," He said correcting me. The way he said that I instantly knew that he was drunk. I looked at him released that he wasn't happy that I was leaving. "I meant celebrate the time that we've had together. And maybe I can make you your favorite meal, beer and peaches.

I know that beer and peaches isn't really a meal, but I thought it was better than dried up vegetables. Besides beer was very filling to me. And in my village, we don't really have any clean water so all of the adults and kids drink beer.

My father left to go to sell some things at the market, so in the mean time I took a book off of the bookshelf. When my father finally got back I had read at least one-third of the book. So far it was about a girl who lost the love of her life to a dragon, she goes of to slay the dragon to avenge her only love, and I didn't get much further than that.

I suddenly heard a loud banging sound that made me jump a little. I realized that it was the sound of a knife hitting a cutting board. Annoyed by the sound, I got up and went into the hallway. I wanted to get out of the house, so I headed to the back door. The reason I went to the back door and not the front door was because my father forbids me to leave the cottage. He thinks that the solders might be taking the children to train and fight a little earlier than there supposed to. Personally, I don't think that that's true at all.

I snapped back into reality, and when I reached the door I grasped the handle and opened the door as quick as possible. Not wanting all of the wind it come in, I stepped out of my cottage and closed the door behind me.

I went down the first step of the back porch, I took a deep breath letting the wind whip back and forth in my hair, and felt the light breeze against my skin. The fresh air was probably the most comforting thing. When I exhaled, I suddenly heard a high pitched scream.

Startled by the scream, I perked up my head and went to the front of my cottage where the screaming was coming from. When I got to the front of my cottage, I saw two of what seemed to be knights of some sort holding a man and a woman back. There was one other knight that was putting a crying girl on a horse, and I knew exactly what was going on.

The knight got on his horse and rode it away. The other two Knights that were holding off the crying, saddened man and woman, let go of both of them. The woman fell to the ground, while the man was stroking the hair on her head letting out a single tear.

One of the solders walked up to me , and I could literally hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest. When he was less than two feet away from me, that's when I started to panic, I felt my hands trembling and immediately clutched them.

He looked at me from head to toe, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. All of a sudden he said something. "How old are you!?" He blurted out in an unfriendly tone.

I hesitated for a moment wanting to lie, but the truth just blurted out "I...I'm twelve." I said in a sheepish voice.

"And when's your birthday?" He asked me sternly, waiting for an answer.

I hesitated for a moment, regretting what I had thought before, thinking he might take me to fight even if I wasn't thirteen. "My...my birthday is...tomorrow." I replied regretting my answer instantly.

He just looked at me as if he knew I was telling the truth. "Well then, I guess it won't hurt to take you to the academy a few hours earlier." He said with a slight chuckle in his voice.

My heart suddenly stopped beating, I couldn't even believe what I was hearing. "What academy." I said frightened.

He looked at me with a little smile on his face. "The academy where your going to train to fight in the ogre wars."

With that he and the other solder picked me up and carried me to one of the two horses. They both put me on a horse that had brown fur all around it's body, legs, and head, and it's main and tail were both white as snow.

On of the solders, I'm not sure which, got in front of me and rode the horse to the south of my village. A single tear slid down my cheek while I watched my village get smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

All I could think of was that I never even got to say goodbye to my father.

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Thank you all so much for reading this story!

Please, please, please mind all of the spelling and punctuation errors, I'll go back to fix them soon.

Again, I'm only eleven years old, so please go easy on me with this story.

Any-hoo, please comment for the next chapter, it would really mean a lot.

Thank you!

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