3 ~ Some advice

                                    

                                          
Okay so since I'm still on vacation for another month I'll try to get updating more often but I'm not making any promises
I'm so sorry for the slow pace that this is going but I really just need to set the scene and characters and basically everything correctly before the story can really begin. Although it should start to be getting together soon enough. Please bear with me until then...



                          
The cold water poured down her face, streaming down her body and cleaning it of her day's grime and sweat. She'd only woken up on this island a couple of hours ago, yet her bones felt weary as if she'd already spent an eternity trapped there. 
                          
You're going to spend the rest of your life here. 
                          
That's what Pan had said. Was he really that crazy? Did he just expect to drop a bomb like this and not expect her to rebel? To want to return home? To try to escape? 
                          
Unless...unless he didn't care that she'd try since there was no escape...
                          
No. She wouldn't believe that. Surely there was a way to leave. She couldn't be the first one Pan kidnapped onto this island who'd then wanted to leave. Whatever he'd said about her asking for it, either he was lying, or he'd gotten her mixed up with someone else. She'd never ask to leave, not her home, not her brother, especially not her sister. 
                          
The heat had long left her as she was now shivering under the cold rush of the shower, yet Adelina didn't ever want to leave. She didn't want to face once more the sweltering, overbearing heat, or Pan and his attitude, or his lost boys she'd yet to meet.
                          
She didn't know what to think of Neverland. The island itself was magical, that was for sure. It ran wild with the hum of magic, adventures and excitement hidden in every recess and hollow. Here in Neverland, the place where no one grew old and where new dreams were born, anything was possible. 
                          
This may just be the adventure she'd been waiting for her entire life, wishing for upon every shooting star, a way to escape the incredibly boring and mundane she'd had to live with her whole life. But this wasn't what she'd wished for, not exactly anyways. For all the excitement, there was so much more fear. For all the dreams that came true, there came twice the nightmares. For all the adventures, there was death. Pan may try to conceal the darkness and danger with childhood dreams and imagination, but he wasn't fooling her. This island was a prison, and everyone inside could risk their life at any moment. Adelina had never wished for this to become her life. 

                          
This must be a dream, she told herself. She couldn't actually have travelled to Neverland, it was only a fairytale land. It was only a dream created in an old man's mind to satisfy his cravings to escape reality. It was a place parents read aloud to their children at night to make them fall asleep. It was a bare flutter of a butterfly's wings in the fantastical dreams of children, a soft presence that revealed itself fully to very special few. It was a place where desperate people went after consuming hallucinogens to fill the void in their chest, a comfortable haven of escape. Neverland wasn't real, it was just a figment of imagination. Of her imagination, for she was going to wake up the next morning in her bed at home, and Neverland along with all its inhabitants will all be just a bad dream that with time, will probably fade once more into a fantastic wish for adventure. 
                          
Yet deep down, a sense of dread had settled in her bones, and it wasn't fooled by her wishful thinking. An iciness had spread in her veins like fire, turning on her senses to a hundred percent so that she could take in all her surroundings and survive in a such harsh and dangerous environment. Her instinct knew that she truly was here in Neverland, and that she was in danger. Here she was, in an island unknown to her, filled with people who wouldn't mind murdering her if the order was to be given, and not to mention a leader with super powers he used to kill even more people. Plus whoever or whatever else was out there that Pan had warned her about that could kill her. She could trust no one but herself.