Wendy woke up suddenly as she heard the loud sound of the clock handle tick. She sat up slowly, it was still night out. She turned to her night stand and grabbed her book. Edgar Allen Poe, and she flipped through the pages until She came across where she left off as she started reading when a sudden breeze came through the window into the room with a powerful passion as it scattered some old papers that were in a desk robe floor as if they were leaves." Wendy?" She brought her head away from the book as she looked to were the voice was that she heard." Who's there?" She said as she got out of bed throwing her covers off. "You haven't changed one but." There it is again. She looked around her room frantically." Who's there ? Come out !" She yelled in a scared whisper not wanting to wake her brothers who were in the nursery next to her room.
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Lost
FantasiThings changed since Wendy left Neverland. Pan changed. Things got darker. Everything which was once fun and games had now come to a thing of survival. There is an uproar in Neverland; friend is pitted against friend, foes become allies in all names...
