Wendy followed her into the darkness of the tunnels once again. She started to see brown oak doors branching from left to right and Other passages that led to unknown destinations. They then stopped at a door as she saw the girl open it and they both went inside as she looked around she saw a fern knitted hammock that you could sleep on and a wooden desk in the right hand corner with some books laying atop. There were candle lights all around the room giving the room a source of light. Wendy felt a tug on her sleeve as she turned around to still see cricket." Yes?" She asked looking at the brown haired girl. She saw cricket reach her hand into the pocket of her cloak as she then brought out a piece of crumpled paper and handed it to her quickly, looking around every once and a while to see if anyone was coming. Wendy looked at the crumpled piece of paper in her hands a She starts to unfold it. Run. It was in a medieval sort of handwriting, quite messy too. Wendy looked up from the crumpled piece of paper and to cricket." What do you mean run?" Why do I need to run?" She didn't answer. Why doesn't anyone answer? She saw cricket turn around and walk the other way as Wendy closed the door.
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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...
