It's beautiful and terrible and magical. So many words could be used to describe the winding and curving island and yet one comes to mind that is more perfect and fitting than all the others: timeless.
Crystal blue waters lit up by some glowing, magical coral beneath the surface. Lavishly green forests illuminated by pink, purple, yellow, and white glowing night plants. White shores, purer and more beautiful than any body of sand I've ever laid eyes on.
But the terrible side is not overlook by my wandering eyes. Black, horrible cliffs, dunes spiked with thorns and the skeletons of ships and their pirates washed ashore in violent storms. Black rolling clouds looming over one corner of the island like a possessive storm ready to devour the land beneath it.
I point; eager to know about the darkness. "What's that?"
Pan turns his head, unshaken by the sight. "It's the darkness of dead fairies."
"But I thought..."
"I said you never grow old here," he says, recounting a conversation we'd shared on the flight here. "I never said you cannot die."
We begin our descent to the shores, my hand tightly clasping Pan's. We ground near a cluster of lagoons enfolding portions of the sea. Sand surrounds them for several years. Pearly shells skater on the beach and drops of moonlight speckle the ripples in the water. My bare feet burry themselves in the sand, but oddly enough, with every step I take, the print I leave vanishes. The sand is flawless. Not a mark.
"What's going on?" I inquire, pointing as a footprint vanishes.
Pan swipes a handful of sand, watching as his finger marks fade. "Lost boys leave no signs."
I don't question. I don't care. I'm free. No more rules nor any responsibilities looming over me. "What happens now?" I ask, wondering what it is one does on Neverland.
Pan pauses, wearing an amused expression. "Live." A light flickers in his eye before he pulls himself off the ground, once again floating. "If you can find the Lost Boy's camp, you can stay with us. If you cannot, you go to live with the Fairies."
YOU ARE READING
Lost Girl
FantasyIsla Kinsley, reported missing January 1st midnight. Never seen again. It's true you can never leave, for once you have found your way to never land, returning is impossible as you have passed through the realm of time. There is no time, no longing...
