The Lost Realm (Once Upon a Time/Peter Pan)

Chapter 12

Since it was midday, the boys and Peter led us on a tour of the island.

It truly was something out of a dream.

The trees were even more beautiful up close than from above. Not only that, but there were deep green plants of all shapes and sizes. Along with richly colored flowers that dotted the landscape ever so often.

We walked along perfectly paved trails through the thick woods and cliffs. I was slightly confused at the low amounts of wildlife, but I figured Peter must run the entire island,and have a fear of bugs.

After about a four hour nature hike, we arrived at home base. The light from the sky was beginning to change into a warm glow.

"Now there's just one more thing to show you," Peter said, starting toward the large tree I'd noticed upon arrival.

I wasn't paying much attention, but the next thing I knew, a small door appeared on the outside of the trunk. Peter climbed in and we followed.

Once inside the door, I found myself in a tiny candlelit room. Sylvia was directly behind me, but the room was too small to fit both of us. I'd watched Peter climb down the ladder, but he told me to wait until he called us all down. A couple seconds later I hear him yell, "alright you can come down now." Hesitantly I put my feet in the ladder and start my descent.

I wasn't really sure what to expect. I'd assumed it'd be a house, but a small one, maybe even one room. An assumption based off the size of the entrance. However when I got to the bottom of the ladder, my conclusions quickly went out the door.

In front of me was what looked like a ski resort, minus the skiing and abundance of windows. It was a large living room, with wooden beams lining the tall ceiling, and a warm fire burning in the large, prominent, fireplace.

There were second floor balconies over looking the living room, and large wooden pillars placed in seemingly perfect places. The room was furnished with more lodge-esk materials. Quilts hung from the walls, and the couches were made of soft brown leather and topped with furry pillows.

On the lower parts of the walls, racks of weapons hung. But not guns, rather spears, bow and arrows, and knives.

"Pretty amazing isn't it?" Peter said, suddenly appearing in front of me.

All I could manage was a nod, my focus still on the extraordinary room in front of me.

Peter sent up the signal for the rest of my sisters to come down, and one by one they appeared next to me, each replicating my state of awe.

We continued to follow Peter as he led us through a gourmet kitchen, stocked with a variety of food (thankfully including Nutella), a few more living areas, and library. Then we went up a spiral staircase to a hallway full of doors.

"Allow me to show you to your rooms." Peter said going all the way down the hallway and making a right, followed by another hallway of rooms, and eventually stopping at a door.

"This ones for Anastasia and Arabella," he said gesturing to the door in front of him, "and this ones for Sylvia and Samantha," he continued gesturing to the rooms in front of it.

"Do we get keys?" Ana asks.

"Each door is charmed to the owner, it only allows the person and whoever the person allows in, to open the door." Peter explains, "go look, just be meet us all back at the camp in ten minutes." He said and began to walk away.

"Wait," I say, causing him to turn around, "I thought time didn't exist here?"

"It doesn't technically, but the illusion of it gives the boys and now you a sense of Earth, of normality." With that he started off down the hall.

I open me and Ana's door and once again my breath is taken away. In front of us is a beautiful resort style hotel room, including two double beds, a desk, and a mini fridge. All top grade. The only difference was that the room had a modern decor, vastly contrasting the other rooms we'd seen.

We soon discover that the bathroom is a Jack and Jill bath, connecting us to Sam and Sylvia.

After we finished admiring the nice finishings in the bathroom, I found the closet and opened it. It was fully stocked with clothes our size. They were a similar style to the designs from our world, but were made out of a more rugged fabric.

"Neverland chic," Ana laughs from behind me.

I look closer at the clothes and notice a small note attached to a shirt.

"Don't think I'm a creeper that knows your sizes, magic just does that. -P"

I ran and plopped down on the bed, laughing my head off. All the years of running had finally come to an end. We could make this place our permanent safe haven. Couldn't we?