The Queen Of Neverland

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When we finally reached the edge of Indian tribe my expression lifted a tad. Thank you Tinkerbell! I shouted in my mind to the fairy. She smiled at me. Of course! Peter is my best friend, I would do anything to save his life. This wasn't over yet, though. We still had to find someone to save Peter and even find out if saving him was something we could do. "So which of the Indians could be able to help Peter?" I asked the lost boys who all looked confused. They all shrugged. Great this is going so well. Peter began to cough as if he was trying to speak. "Try.. the great... healer.." He choked out between coughs. I nodded and ran off once more with the lost boys following me and Tinkerbell flying alongside us. Once we were in the village I wasn't quite sure what to do. "Please! Someone! Help! I need help! Peter Pan is dying I need the great healer! Please!" The Indians came out of huts and teepees. They looked at me with stern faces, some with concern, and others with pity. A girl came running out to me. She took Peter out of my arms and ran off with him. "Please save him! Please!" I cried after her as she ran. She entered a longhouse and the crowd went back to whatever it was they were doing before we came. But I, The lost boys, and Tinkerbell decided to sit outside the longhouse they took Peter into and wait. Tinkerbell perched on my shoulder and sat down crisscross applesauce. What are we going to do now? I heard her cry out. We pray, we hope, we plead. We do whatever we can to keep from despair. I replied, trying to stay strong for not only the fairy or lost boys, but Peter as well. He will be fine. I added with a slight smile. I heard her sigh and I couldn't help but pity her. But I kept thinking about the girl who took Peter away. I recognized her immediately just didn't think I'd ever see her, princess Tiger Lilly.