They kept walking until Wendy saw a waterfall at the distance which looked alike a silent white steam cascading over a rocky cave that was covered in moss, vines and ferns. As they drew closer the noise increased steadily until they were only a few meters away, Wendy and Peter could no longer shout to one another from the deafening sound roar of the water. Wendy could see now that The ivy and burns were wounded around the cave. Peter led her color to the water fall which cling to her hair, head and face as she started getting wet. Peter ed her around the waterfall as she the. Saw a stone staircase that led to a dark tunnel. They both walked inside deeper and deeper into the tunnel. It was dark and dingy. As they kept walking she saw that there were suddenly rows of candles lined against the cave walls, a yellow flicker each step of the way. The candle was bobbing up and down, the flame belonging to a white wax stick. Wendy could hear faint fakes and talking as they walked. Peter leading the way. What is this ? Wendy wondered as they dove deeper into the opening until they reached a tunnel which was filled with bright light. She then saw Peter turn around and get closer to he ear." There t is Wendy, home" Peter whispered in her ear ands again Wendy shivered. Damn you 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...
