No one knew of the girl that was there before Peter.
No one knew of the girl who brought him there.
No one knew of the girl who never grew up.
No one knew of the girl that loved her best friend.
Before you read this be aware I was in a huge Peter Pa...
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It had been hours since Peter left with Wendy. The boys had eaten and settled into their hammocks and sleeping mats. The sun had set, washing the island in a calming night. I couldn't settle even after Slightly's pep talk. I was still worried for Peter. The unease in my chest wouldn't settle, especially when a distant scream of his name echoed across the island.
Just as I was about to ask Z to make me a sleeping draft, my magic flared up tugging in my chest. I didn't hesitate to drop the bowl in my hands and fly as fast as I could to Crocodile Creek. I hovered outside the dark cave entrance, "Trixie, come on girl, I know where the Codfish is," I called out and heard some splashes before Trixie revealed herself. She was huge, at least six foot long, covered in thick scaly skin, with massive six-inch claws in her two front feet and deadly sharp teeth in her wide mouth.
She smacked her jaws at me, clearly eager for another taste of Hook! "I know, you'll get your treat soon," I smiled, scratching her head gently. I then turned making my way across the island. I had to fly slower than usual so Trixie could keep up. We followed Crocodile Creek up through the mountains, over the waterfall and through the thin trees of the North. We finally reached the rough waters of Skull Rock, then the Black Castle right next to it.
"Stay here, Trix, let me scope it out first." I said quietly to which Trixie growled but did as I asked. I flew up to the gate of the castle which had been shut; Inside I could see Peter fighting Hook, their swords slashing and slicing through the air. "Ready to lose the other one?" I heard him taunt the old Codfish, who sneered at him, "Not this time," he shoved Peter back, the pair continuing to battle it out.
I looked towards the lever for the gate and saw three figures, one I knew as Princess Tiger Lilly, the Chief's daughter. She was dressed in her traditional hunting gear, a long shirt with tribal markings, pants with the same markings and tassels on the end. Her long black hair was kept back by the feathered head piece she wore, the blue paint across her tan skin making her beautiful brown eyes pop.
The other two figures I could only assume were Wendy's brothers. The taller boy had choppy black hair, blue eyes like his sister, and pale skin.
He wore spectacles on the bridge of his nose and was dressed in stripy sleepwear. The littlest one had floppy red hair, the same eyes as his siblings and a freckled face. He wore a pink sleep gown and clutched a brown teddy to his side. They must be Micheal and John.
