"Neverland. In his absence things are usually quiet on the island. The faeries take an hour longer in the morning, the beasts attend to their young, and when the pirates and lost children meet they merely bite their thumbs at each other. But when the coming of peter. The island comes alive. If you put your ear to the ground now, you would hear the whole island seething with life."
The cool light breeze whistled softly, blowing lightly through Wendy's hair. She smiled as she loved the feeling of flying again. Her night gown dress swaying around her. The sky was an unholy mixture of shale grey clouds and pasty streaks. They flew up higher as she saw the sky filled with stars scattered everywhere, as if she can scoop it all up in her hands." This way Wendy." Peter said as he elf her to the Big Ben clock. Wendy was mixed with confusion but also wonder. She has never been this close to the all so famous Big Ben clock. The tower stood about 315 feet tall. It's beautiful. Wendy looked at peter." Peter why are we here? Isn't Neverland suppose to be up in the stars? She asked curiously." It's a bit different now then before Wendy." He said. Wendy looked at him in confusion as he went over to one of the hands on the clock placing his feet on top of it. He then opened one of the glass panels of the clock as Wendy looked at him curiously. She flew over to him as he suddenly flew inside the room." Wait. Peter!" She said in panic as flew inside the clock tower quickly. She stopped suddenly to see what was surrounding her. Clocks. So many clocks and a huge wooden room.
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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...
