When there was no answer she then felt a sudden breeze as she turned to see her window open. That's when she saw it. Shimmering yellow dust was coming from her open window. Intrigued by the yellow dust that caught her attention, Wendy forgot all about the voice as she went into a trance like state while walking toward the shimmering yellow like dust. As she got to the window she reached out her hands to touch the dust. The corners of her mouth slowly lifted it i a smile as she moved her hands around the dust. It stuck to the tips of her fingers. She then heard a slow bounce on the ground as she looked down she saw an acorn by her feet. She bent down to pick it up brining the acorn to her face while twirling it around in her had. The gold dust still sticking onto her fingers. Wendy's eyes widen as she realized what this was and who said her name. An acorns and yellow dust. It all makes sense now."Peter!." She yelled as she got up from kneeling down and turned around quickly and saw him. The boy who could dream never-ending dreams and that boy is named Peter Pan.
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Lost
FantasyThings 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...
