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[center][h1][color=MediumVioletRed]~ Wendy Darling~[/color][/h1][h3]-Present Day-Neverland[/h3][/center]
Golden rays of never ending sunlight broke through the trees, cracking through the leaves, and entering through the small slats of the tree house as they hit the back of the poor girl’s eyes. She blinked open her blue eyes carefully, peering around at the small, wooden tree house. Her feet stuck out over the edge of the bed and the blanket she had made out of animal fur was still too short. She would have to remember to skin some more of the animals to make her blanket longer.  Curling into a smaller ball before stretching out to full length, Wendy rolled out of her bed and sat up, stretching her arms out wide before bending over to stretch her back. 

Floorboards creaked under her feet as she stood up, smoothing out the leaf green skirt around her slim legs and pulling down the top of her shirt as far as she could. The halter top tugged at her hair and she cringed before maneuvering it out and around her halter top and draping it over the side of her shoulder. Taking a leather band from a nearby table, she lifted her hair up and twisted it into a manageable ponytail before wrapping the band around the base of the ponytail and tying it in a knot. Light golden strands fell softly around her face. She tried to tuck them back behind her ear, but they were too short. She sighed and gave up on her venture. Grabbing her bow and quiver, which she made out of the hide of an antelope, she grabbed ahold of the twisted vine rope and twisted it around her hand. She began to slide down the length of the rope. 

The bright sunlight illuminated the forest, giving a golden glow to almost everything in sight. The grass on the forest floor looked beautifully green as always, as did the leaves on the trees. Nearby bark on the trees that held up the tree houses glittered a smooth golden brown. She landed on the ground with graceful ease and peered around. Silence filled the air. No bird chirped, nor bug twittered. She raised an eyebrow. That was quite unusual for Neverland. At least a single bird would be singing. She crouched low to the ground, sensing danger in the air. No day in Neverland would be this silent. Reaching back behind her, into her quiver, her fingers brushed against the soft feathers of an arrow. She drew it carefully from the pack and notched it in the bowstring. 

She began creeping in the direction of the beach, her pale eyes peeled for any signs of danger. But there was nothing, as far as she could see. Heart pounding in her throat, blood rushing to her ears, her stomach beginning to tie up in knots, Wendy used the undergrowth as camouflage. What was going on here? She was so confused. The normal thing on a day like this would be a predator prowling the forest, like a king cobra or a cougar and she would have found and killed it by now. But this was not like those days. Deep in the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn’t going to be one of those days. 

Her foot gave way slightly underneath her and she saw the golden glow of glimmering sand underneath her foot. She had reached the beach. Staring around at the crystal blue water, she finally noticed what had happened that had made everything strange. There, floating on the water, was a large boat. Wendy stood up straight, looking closer at the ocean. It made no move to push it away, to shove it toward the island or in the direction it had come from. It was as if the sea had no reaction to this boat at all as it did for her. Unthinking, unknowing of what her body was doing at the time, Wendy shoved the arrow back in the quiver and sprinted for the water, pulling the bow over her head and tightening the bow string across her chest as she did so. She ran out as far as she could, coming to a drop off. She would have to move fast if she wanted to get to the boat before the island noticed she was gone. She dove into the water, going underneath the crystal water. 

Beautiful fish swam by, but she had no time to admire the beautiful undersea life. The water was already beginning to stir around her. The sky was beginning to darken and she was still quite far away. [i]Push! Push yourself! Think of Michael and John![/i] she thought to herself and another burst of energy ran through her, kicking her forward at an immense speed. She swam underneath the water, hoping to approach the boat without anyone noticing. She needed to be able to get aboard and not be seen by the crew so she could stowaway to get back to the mainland and hopefully find her brothers. 

Her fingertips just barely scraped the edge of the boat when a large wave rose up underneath her. She swam as hard as she could against the current, trying to keep some form of finger or body part on the ship. The wind pushed against her, forcing her back toward the island, but she was able to be thrust far enough forward to catch the ladder on the edge of the boat. She hooked her foot on the edge, clinging to the edge like a wet cat. The water rocked the boat hard and she dug her fingernails into the soft wood. She needed to get up the ladder and onto the boat. 

She took it slowly, maneuvering one step at a time to get up to the deck. Her fingers digging into the railing of the boat, she peered over the edge of the railing, looking to the crewmen. They were scrambling around, trying to get things tied down before the storm, which was coming with the darkening sky, came through. This was her chase to be free of Neverland for good and get back home. She leapt over the edge of the railing and immediately dodged behind some boxes as a crewman hurried passed. 

“Get down to the lower deck!” someone up top by the wheel yelled. “Make sure everything is in place and then get back up here immediately! We need all hands on deck ASAP!” This was her chance. She could make it to the lower deck and hide among what they thought they had check. Following closely behind the person heading down, she stayed in the shadows and narrowly dodged many crewmen getting up to the decks. They got to the lower deck and she saw the goods that they were hauling. This would be an easy place to hide. 

She dodged around another pair of boxes, lying in wait while the crewman finally checked the last of the barrels and boxes. He disappeared back up on deck and she took her chance to jump back behind the goods. Slipping between a pair of large boxes, she snuggled in tightly. Outside, the storm raged, trying to get the boat trapped to get the girl off the boat, but it was getting too late. As soon as the goods boat from Arendelle passed far enough away, it was out of Neverland’s reach, and the girl was gone. She heard it fall silent outside. She sat up a little straighter. Was that it? Was she finally free? She noticed a small hole in the edge of the boat, near where Neverland was. She gently maneuvered herself over to the hole and peered out. Neverland was only a glimmering spot in the distance. She was finally free!

Taking a deep, relaxing breath, she trudged back over to her hiding spot and slipped back between the boxes, laying down. She pulled another box over the top of herself so she would be hidden. She took another back and within a moment, she was in the best sleep that she had ever had. 

She woke up two hours later to the sound of the boat docking. Jerking away, she almost flew up before remembering the box above her head. She froze an inch away from the box before moving it quickly. She jumped out of her hiding spot and snuck her way back up to the upper deck. Dipping into shadows and making sure that she isn’t noticed, she snuck around to the edge where the dock ways. Crewmen rushed around, unloading goods and getting them off the boat onto the docks. She was about to leap off and get to the dock when someone suddenly bumped into her. He fell down, losing the box, and it crashed everywhere. In all the confusion, she jumped down onto the dock and sprinted for the town. 

This was her chance to start over. She could get back to John and Michael and they could be a happy family again. She could find the one, start a family of her own, tell of her adventures… She could tell stories again, even create new ones for the children. This was a new world, a new adventure, one that she could now be a part of rather than be trapped on that stupid island. This was going to be amazing. Now, all she needed to do was get back home.