As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the deck of the airship, Wendy felt a subtle shift in the air. The gentle breeze that had carried them so far began to stir, the soft hum of the wind becoming more erratic, as though the atmosphere itself was waking up. There was something electric in the air now, a tingling sensation that pricked the back of her neck, as if the sky were holding its breath, waiting for something just beyond the horizon.
Wendy’s hand tightened on the railing, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of what was to come. The airship had always been a safe haven, a place where the world felt predictable, but now, there was something distinctly other about their surroundings. The vast blue expanse of the ocean stretched out below them, calm yet unnerving, as though it, too, was aware of what lay ahead.
It was John who noticed it first. He had been studying the ship’s instruments with his usual intensity when something caught his eye. “Look at the compass,” he muttered, his voice low and uncertain, as if speaking too loudly might disturb the delicate balance of their reality. Wendy turned to see him frowning at the small brass instrument, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.
The compass needle, which had always pointed north, was now spinning slowly, aimlessly. It didn’t jerk or stutter—it simply drifted, as if caught in the magnetic pull of something unseen, something that defied the natural laws that John relied on so heavily. The needle floated, lost, no longer serving its purpose.
Michael, always curious, peered over John’s shoulder, his eyes wide with excitement rather than concern. “Does that mean we’re close?” he asked eagerly, his voice tinged with the breathless anticipation of a boy who believed wholeheartedly in the magic of Neverland.
John didn’t answer right away. He tapped the compass lightly, as if trying to reset it, but the needle continued to spin lazily, unaffected by his efforts. His jaw tightened, and he shot a glance at Wendy, his brow creased in frustration. “It’s... different,” he finally said, his voice tense. “I think we’ve crossed into something. It’s not the wind—this is something else.”
Wendy’s pulse quickened, though she kept her expression calm. She didn’t want to alarm her brothers, but the weight of John’s words settled heavily on her. They had read about this in old texts, stories of Neverland, a place where the normal rules didn’t apply, where the world was governed by magic rather than science. But reading about it and experiencing it firsthand were two entirely different things. The reality of it sent a shiver down her spine.
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Far off in the distance, Wendy’s eyes caught sight of something strange, shimmering at the edge of the horizon. At first, she thought it was a trick of the light—a reflection off the water, perhaps, or a ripple in the sky. But as they drew closer, the shimmer grew more pronounced, more alive. It was a faint glow, a ripple of light that danced across the sky, like a wave made of pure energy, moving as though it had a will of its own.
It was beautiful, but in a way that made Wendy’s heart race with a mixture of awe and fear. Beneath the beauty, she could sense something powerful, something beyond their understanding. The air felt heavier, the very atmosphere charged with a kind of magic she had never felt before.
“John, do you see that?” Wendy whispered, her voice barely above a breath. She didn’t want to disturb whatever force was at play. It was as if they were intruding on something sacred, something that existed beyond their realm.
John looked up from the compass, his eyes following hers to the shimmering light on the horizon. His expression was tense, his grip on the controls tightening. “I see it,” he said quietly. “But I don’t know what it is.”
Wendy’s breath caught in her throat. The closer they drifted to the light, the more real it became, and with it, the faint flicker of fear settled deep within her. She had read stories of Neverland, but none of them had prepared her for this. None of the maps, none of the old tales had mentioned the living light that seemed to pulse with life, as though it was watching them just as closely as they were watching it.
But Michael, ever fearless, leaned eagerly over the side of the airship, his eyes alight with excitement. “Look! Look! It’s glowing!” he shouted, pointing at the faint, fluttering light that seemed to grow more vivid with every passing second.
And then Wendy saw it—a tiny figure, no bigger than her hand, flitting through the air just beyond the ship's bow. The figure was surrounded by a soft, golden light that shimmered and pulsed with each movement, like the glow of a firefly, only more intense, more alive. It moved with startling speed, darting left and right, its wings beating so quickly they were little more than a blur.
Wendy’s heart raced, her eyes widening as she tried to take in the impossible sight. Her breath hitched as the realization struck her.
“Is that a... pixie?” she whispered, her voice trembling with wonder and disbelief.