Lost Girl

Chapter 1

Life's never been good. In fact it's been pretty shit.
Emotionally distant parents coupled with my own lack of interest in making friends makes for a cold life in the short time that I've lived it.
It use to hurt, my parents lack of love for me, but I've come to feel more comfortable being seperate and alone from people now. I suppose thats why I dont hang out with the few friends that I have all too much.

However, that matters little anymore because right now, at this very moment, I am literally flying away from it all. With a little help.

And I'm not happy about it, in fact I'm terrified. Not of leaving my family or anything, no they don't matter. The reason I'm screaming and crying is because I'm deathly afriad of heights. In fact it's not long till I pass out.

The shadow has been dangling me
sees the island destination and swoops down twards the beach. It suddenly releases its tight grip it had on my wrist and flys further towars the island.

The sand coushins my fall but jerking awake I  feel the abrupt impact of landing in my wrists in amd akward position. As I slowly rise to my feet,  twisting my wrists and rubbing them to ease the pain, I look around. I can't spot the humanoid black mass with glowing eyes anywhere.

Now I can take a good guess at where I am by putting two and two together. Humanoid black mass that could be descriped as a 3D creepy shadow, steals me from an unloved home and carrys me off to an island. I know the stories, every child has heard them.

Peter Pan from Neverland.

And I've never been one for self denial. I like to think of my self as an honest girl, at least to myself.
So as I dart my eyes accross the tree line I know that its a possibility that I'm in Neverland.
Not my favourite childhood story but it wasn't that bad.

So as with my eyes trained on the forest I don't miss the figure walking out and towards me. I drop my hands to my sides and scan them.
A Tall lean yound man wearing a hood and carrying a wooden club over his shoulder.
Seeing the weapon I shift my stance, enough so that if he gets violent Im ready to run.

The person stops a few metres in front of me and says in a bored voice tinted with amusement, "well, well who do we have here?" He then raises his voice slightly and with a more dangerous edge says to me, "are you lost little girl?"

"Yes, and you are?" I reply and follow with my owin question, wariness clear in my voice.

"Follow me, Pan will decide what to do with you." Turning he walks off clearly expeting me to follow him, which I do after a slight hesitation.

We walk in silence and while keeping a wary eye on his towering figure I think about what I know.
He's confimed my theory of this being Neverland much to my displeaseure. And while what he said was slightly threatening I know I can't survive out on my own so I had no choice but to follow him. At least this way I can get a vague idea of what exactly I'm now involved in.

The lost boy, as I now identify him for what else would he be, has lead me to a camp. The other lost boys glance up from what their doing when they spot me.
The archers lower their bows and turn towards us and the boys playing at sword fighting by using sticks to the same. The ones chatting on the log stop all conversation and turn their heads to follow us. And the rest of the boys lotering around camp turn to us also.

Its deathly silent and still.

All of a sudden a voice speaks up breaking the tension. With a tone full of malice and mischief the voice speaks, "well you're not a boy".