Her Name Wasn't Wendy

Magic

~Chptr~2

Wood. The ceiling was wooden. She blinked again, yep it was wood. Her head ached. She turned her head to see the walls were round and the same wood. She sat up slowly and took in her surroundings. She was in a smallish room with a bookshelf and the bed she was sitting on and a desk on the other side of the room. Her head ached from the rough travel. She had never imagined her mission to be like this. She looked down at herself and saw she was still dressed in her blue lace dress. She could feel or see no harm that had come to her during the journey, which was good. She liked her Dress but she knew that to make the right impression like he said, she couldn't be a flower girl.

"No girl has ever come to NeverLand," said a masculine voice from the shadows. Her head snapped towards the sound of the voice. Fear prickled her skin. No, she said in her mind, I am in control, no one can hurt me.

"Well then it is good thing I could break tradition," she said to the voice, with a air of sarcasm. She could sense the unruffled feeling the voice had because of her casual air. She smiled getting more comfortable.

"Who are you?" The voice asked. She swung her legs off the bed and stood. She had to keep him guessing and herself in control.

"It's awfully unfair to tell you what my name is when you won't even show me what you look like," She said back at him in the form of a statement. There was a moment of hesitance before a Guy with slightly curled golden brown hair and green eyes stepped from the shadows. He had a delicate jaw and sharp features. He was thin and tall, wearing brown and green pants, shirt, a loose vest, and jacket with matching boots. He had an impish look that gave the look of innocence and childish mischief, but his eyes held another story, a old man who had stored away his past in a locked box.

"Who are you," he said to her, never looking away from her eyes. Her lips formed a smile, he really didn't know. She didn't think it would work. But he had been right, the plan might actually work. She walked up to him so that they were closer. She came so close he could touch her without needing to reach. She bat her eyes at him casually. He still didn't look away.

"My name is Zemira," she said, "and you?" She asked, already knowing what he would say.

"Peter Pan," he said, "what are you doing on my island?" He said authoritatively.

"Looking for adventure," I say, lulling my voice. She could feel his eyes digging into her, searching for answers that she wouldn't give him.

"Well I should advise you to check out the pirate ship beyond the shores, I assure it will be interesting," Peter Pan says as he turned away from her. He began to walk out of the room, she followed him. It wasn't the plan for her to go to a pirate ship but she had to keep up the appearance of a little girl looking for adventure. there was that and she was curious. Zemira's mother had always told her about pirates and magic. Now that she had the chance how could she turn up the chance to join her mother's stories?

Pan went back out into the outdoors where there were dozens of boys crazily dancing around a fire in a Indian like fashion. It was dark outside, which made the fire glow brighter. She knew she was not dressed to best meet the standards of the island. She also knew a lot about this island. She knew if you believed, it would happen. It was time for a costume change. Zemira closed her eyes and in that second she imagined she was wearing black leggings and boots with an almost knee length white tunic top that had long selves and a black leather vest with a belt. She concentrated on this thought until she felt the dress melt away and growing beneath the dress was the outfit she was imagining. She opened her eyes to find that all of the noise and motion had stopped. Every eye was on her, including Pan's. Her heart beat rose. What was she going to say? As long as you act like you are in charge, she remembered her teacher saying, they will believe you are. She cleared her throat and boldly looked around at the faces staring at her.