Here is the introduction to another of my stories that I've been working on. It's follows the next generation of Neverland. Please remember this is just a short intro. I will be circulating posting the chapters of Alpha and Never's Child every other week. Please R&R as we go further into this story, let me know what you think!

Prolong

Daily flights were scheduled in our house every evening with our dad. It was a ritual.

After dinner, we'd prepare for bed and dad would come and instruct us on the correct way to fly.

"Always keep a happy thought deep within your mind. Even if it's just a sliver. If it is there, you will fly." he'd tell us every night as my sister and I would bounce on our little twin beds cackling like crazy with happiness. Evening time was our favorite time.

Back then, we didn't yet know that flying wasn't real, that it couldn't be real in our world or that jumping on the bed was just that, jumping on the bed.

You go up but only briefly because, you must come down.

Still, at six years old, our evenings with dad were amazing flight lessons followed by our favorite story of Peter Pan. "For homework purposes." dad would tell us as we'd settle down for the story immediately following our flight lessons. Back then, we didn't mind the homework. Any time spent with him was wonderful. Too bad, I cannot say it was the same with our mother. She never really tried to reach out like he did. Instead, she constantly worried about what the neighbors would think and how fanciful it would make Pansy. Never did she worry about me.

"Nothing, is wrong with being fanciful, Moira." our dad would tell her in his firm but gentle voice. He was the only male I had ever seen who could do both at one time.

Mother would then huff and remove herself from our room, leaving me and Pansy to share the time with dad and his stories of Neverland. I never regretted her absent during those happy occasions.

I only regret that we did eventually outgrow those evenings with dad. Maybe, if Pansy and I had never gotten too old to believe in fairy tales and make believe, then we'd have been better prepared for the unlikely reality of it.