Chapter 3: DIscussion

I just stood there for a long time, trying to comprehend the video.
Okay so here is what I get: Peter playing with the pod (big deal), gun shot (kinda out of the normal but not too unusual), unidentified men in black (strange), Peter asking for help (strange-er), and pod being shut off by a regular human (definitely strange).
It's all adding up to a horrible picture: The Einstein-Rosen Bridge is real and there are evil people who want to take advantage of it. Not exactly the kind of situation that I can handle myself. Or my dad and his groupies. Unless someone made the video but they really had to use a high techy system to make it look realistic or I am just hallucinating. I just stared at the pod again for another 5 minutes, hoping that it would magically disappear from my hands. Of course, that's just wishful thinking. I sighed. I can't just take it to the J.U.S.S. and say I have this pod that proves that there is something dangerous happening in Neverland!
I would definitely be thought of as a crazy person. They just flat out wouldn't believe because they are too logical, like me because I would never believe my story if I wasn't me. But I know two people who might help and possibly believe my story. 
I whipped out my cell phone from my pocket and speed dialed a number.
"Hello?" a girl answered.
"Hi Chelsie! It's Elysie, are you still at Myo with Melana?" I asked.
"Yup, we are just about to leave."
"Great! Do you think that you and Melana can swing by my apartment?"
"Hmm, hold on," Chelsie said. There was some muffled murmuring.
She came back again and said,"Sure, but why?"
"I . . . uh . .  I have something really important to our J.U.S.S training that you may have missed," I lied.
"Is it a life and death situation?"
"Uh . . . . yea. Very urgent and important that can cost the lives of many."
"Like what? The end of the world?"
"Take another guess."
"The end of bullying?"
"Colder."
"Um  . . .  oh, I know! The end of books!"
I stifled a laugh. Chelsie hated books so much that she wouldn't read one to save her life. But she is going to keep pestering me till she gets that truth of the "life and death situation". I guess I have to cut to the truth.
"Definitely no. Um . . . actually . . .  uh . . . how about the end of Neverland?" I said with hesitation.
"What?! Are you a person who wants to destroy children's stories? Man, that is low."
"What? No, you know I will tell you all the details when you get there."
"I am already there," said Chelsie and then I heard a knock on the door.
I walked over to the door knothole and sure enough I saw Chelsie and Melana standing around acting impatient. 
I opened the door and said,"You're already here?"
"What? Have you ever heard of walking, sitting in the car, and talking on the phone at the same time?" Chelsie pointed out. Melana just laughed.
I rolled my eyes and said,"Whatever, just get inside."
As Chelsie and Melana got comfortable on the couch in my small living room, I grabbed a coupld of juice pouches for the refrigerator.
"Catch," I said as I flung the pouches at them. They both grabbed them in mid air without looking.
I opened my juice pouch, walked over to the couch, and sat down.
"So let me get this straight; you want to kill a fairytale?" Chelsie said. Melana sprayed her juice.
"What? Seriously?" Melana said, choking in her laughter.
I rolled my eyes. I explained to them about the letter, how bad guys are crossing the bridge to destroy Neverland, and the video by Peter Pan. After the entire explanation, Chelsie and Melsie sat there with disbelief.
"So you want us to believe that your dad is going to save Neverland and stop people from going there?" Chelsie said. I nodded.
"I changed my mind. Your dad is the fairytale killer."
I groaned. She is thinking that this is some kind of game. I looked towards Melana, who haven't said a word of her own yet.
"Well, I don't know to believe you or not. I mean as far as I know, you could be some crazed Peter Pan . . . ," Melana said but slowly stopped.
"Peter Pan what?" Chelsie demanded. I had a feeling that Melana was getting the point.
"Pan!" Melsie yelled out of nowhere.
"What? I am sorry but are you talking Spanish or Japanese? If so, this not the time for bread," Chelsie said. 
"No you blockhead. Pan. Think about it! What is Elysie's full name?" Melana said.
"Elysea?"
"No, her entire name."
"Elysea Pan . . . you don't think," Chelsie started but Melana interrupted,"that she might possibly be related to Peter Pan."
"Woah. This is serious. I mean the last names are the same and her story is realistic and Neverland is probably realistic to Peter," Chelsie ranted.
"Elysie?" Melana said with a triumphant face.
I grinned. "I will tell you of what I was told when I was little."
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"Look Daddy! I can fly like Peter Pan in the movie!" little 6 year old Elysie said, jumping off the couch as the credits of Disney's Peter Pan rolled on the screen.
"Haha. Oh yes you can," said Jon Pan, her father.
"Daddy, do you think that Peter Pan is real?"
"I would say so El."
"Really? Have you met him."
"Well I never met him personally but I know that he is out there."
"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"
"Well, Peter Pan is your great uncle."
"Neat . . . what's a great uncle?"
"Haha you learn about it in school El."
"When?"
"Soon."
"Great Uncle Peter . . . that suits him!"
"Yes it does but El, I hear there is a new episode of Kim Possible."
"Yay!"
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"Ha! Many you were a child who can get suckered to anything," Chelsie teased.
"Shut up this is important information," I said.
"Elysie's right. If her dad encouraged her that Peter was clearly a family member to this day in age, I think Peter is her uncle," Melana said.
"Okay, you got. But seriously Elysie? Kim Possible? I knew you were never a normal child," Chelsie said.
"Hey I loved the action/saving the world stuff. Unlike Barney or The Wiggles like you," I said.
"Whatever," Chelsie said.
"Okay let's get back to our current situation. So because you and your dad are related to Peter Pan who is a Starwatcher by blood, then your dad is a Starcatcher because of the family. Am I correct?" Melana said.
"I guess," I replied.
"Wait, so that makes Elysie a Starcatcher?" Chelsie said.
"Possible, or a Starwatcher since the blood can skip generations," Melana said.
"Very funny. I know what the Starcatchers do but I don't exactly . . . do them," I said. Melana just nodded.
"Hmm Elysie doesn't look like Peter too much," Chelsie murmured.
"Probably because he is a distant relative," Melana pointed out.
"Have you ever thought of I?" I said, joining in.
"I think Elysie got his rudeness," Chelsie said.
"Hey!"
"Just thinking about it, can you show us the pod and the letter?" Melana asked. I nodded and brought out the pod and the letter.
Chelsie and Melana read it in silence.
"Interesting," Chelsie said.
"I get it but one thing, is the bridge like actually a bridge?" Melana asked.
"Haven't you read the book?" Chelsie questioned.
"There is a book about the bridge to Neverland?" Melana asked.
"Yea, its called the Bridge to Neverland. Really great book. You should read it." Chelsie said.
"I didn't know that you read," I teased.
"Hey! The book just sounded interesting," Chelsie defended.
"But non of you answered my question, what is the bridge?" Melana demanded.
Chelsie looked towards me.
"Okay well it isn't exactly a bridge. Neverland was moved to a wormhole in 1970 by Einstein. How? Einstein developed a virtual system, like a bridge, that connects Neverland to Earth in a stabilized way. In 1972 the Peter Pan ride opened in Florida with the bridge installed in the ride. The bridge was made for a Starcatcher to use with starstuff to activate it. But starstuff has now become extinct to earth, or dormant. We will never know. Two years ago, Peter visited Earth for a mission but he couldn't get back. But the Disney Imagineering scientists made a pod to activate the bridge. So now, only Peter can go back and forth," I said. As I picked up the pod, I continued saying,"But this pod was found with a mysterious video."
"Can we see it?" Melana asked. I nodded and pressed the red button. We all watched the video contently. I stole a glance towards my friends and they stared at it with mixed reactions. The video ended.
"Well, at first I thought you were crazy telling us to believe this stuff," Chelsie started but interrupted by Melana who said,"But this is actually proof. Who would make a unique pod for just a prank?"
There was a long silence.
"Unless they really want us to share this and say it's a prank and be known as the most unique prankster  in the World Guinness Record," Chelsie inquired.
"Yea, but it looks so realistic that it can't be computer animated," I said.
There was another long silence. I couldn't bear it. My father is gone and I just sitting around and circling a complete lunatic proof. I had finally woken up. All of this is NOT LOGICAL.
"Maybe this is just nonsense. Probably Neverland and Peter Pan doesn't exist. Maybe someone kidnapped my dad and is holding him for ransom and left this piece of junk to lead us to another stupid trap. Anyone can probably out some realistic video into a invention like this pod. Whoever this kidnapper is, he or she or they is probably luring me into Disneyland to capture me or something," I blurted angrily out.
"You really think that huh? YOU REALLY WANNA THINK LIKE THAT?! A moment ago we as in ALL OF US were actually believing this is the only proof to save your dad and hundreds of lives out of this world. But now you just want to opt out and say it is no use of your time? What is up with you Elysie? I mean this is the only proof or probably the only way to find your father!" Chelsie bursted at me. I was taken aback. Chelsie never talked to me like that. Furious, I said,"Who do you think you are? From what I see, I see someone who can't even pass a easy J.U.S.S. monthly test and you want me to fall towards your comments? I don't think so. How do you feel that you lost connection with your only parent alive on this world huh? You probably can't even place yourself in my shoes. This entire situation is frustrating and all that we are circling is a nonsense thing like Peter Pan! My dad is probably in Jeopardy by some crazy person who might probably placed this crazy note! And I am going to see through this in a more logical way. I don't believe in fairies, I don't believe in Peter Pan, and I definitely
DON"T BELIEVE IN NEVERLAND!"
Melana cringed and Chelsie scooted away from me.
"If that's how you want it, I am not going to help you," Chelsie said, bluntly.
"Then don't."
Chelsie got up and walked out the door in silence. Melana sat there for a few seconds and ran off towards Chelsie. The door finally shut and the room was silent. I felt terribly ashamed for what I said towards Chelsie. I cried to myself.
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Peter rested in the shadows of a cave near Mermaid Lagoon with Tinkerbell. The only, for now, safe place to hide. Tinkerbell fluttered towards him.
We have to find a better hiding place.
"But where?"
Anywhere but here. They definitely already found you.
Peter shuddered thinking of those men in black. They had a unearthly but evil aura.
Uh oh
"What?"
Look
Peter looked out towards the sea and the world turned dark. The sky was covered with misty black clouds, the water turned to a dark navy, and all the beautiful plants in the Mermaid Lagoon withered and died.
"Something is not right."
I can see
Then Tinkerbell yelped out a weal chime.
"Tink!"
Tinkerbell floated down towards the palm of his hand with a sickly gray color and her light fading fast.
"What's going on Tink?"
Find
"Find?"
Find someone to save us
Her light completely faded and Tinkerbell laid limp. She was alive one second and gone the next. Peter couldn't understand why though.
"Tink!"
No answer.
Tears  brimmed in Peter's eyes but he had to stay strong, even if he was the last living being left on Neverland. He then felt a evil presence, Ombra.
Peter whirled around, grabbed his dagger and stabbed it into a man in black. Their shadows touched.
"Nice to meet you again Peter," Ombra groaned. Ombra then pushed Peter towards the ledge of the cave and Peter fell over. Peter willed himself to fly but he couldn't defy gravity. The cold water plunged around him. He surfaced and stared at Ombra with disbelief. He couldn't fly.
"Ha! Now that I have your shadow, you can't fly. Thus you are no match for the King."
"King? What King?"
"Oh, you will meet him before your funeral." Ombra walked away laughing.
"Peter swam towards shore and tried to fly. No luck. He looked at the ground and saw no shadow. This is bad. First Tink is dead and now he can't fly. How can he possibly save Neverland. The air turned deathly cold and snow started to fall. Definitely not normal.
Peter rubbed his hands and what he was that his body was slowly dimming, become like a ghost.
"This is going to far," muttered Peter.

Chapter 2 : The Letter

I heard a crash really close to my hiding spot.
Darn, Chelsie is good.
I swung around and shot Chelsie with a paintball; square in the chest.
"Hey! I wasn't prepared!" Chelsie shouted.
"Me neither and take note; always be prepared,"I said.
Then a paintball shot straight towards my face. I quick;y ducked.
"I almost got you!" said Melana, a new comer at the Junior Secret Service.
"Yea, just don't aim for the face," I yelled back to her.
The lights turned on.
"Okay nice job agents. Get cleaned up and head home," yelled on of the supervisors.
"Yes sir," we all said in unison.

  Just as I was about to walk out of the locker room, Chelsie and Melana caught up to me.
"Hey Elysie, Melana and I are going to Myo. Want to come?" Chelsie asked.
"Sure, wouldn't miss it but just let me call my dad first," I replied.
We then exited the underground base camp. You may be completely lost right now and wondering what I am talking about. I will explain to you.
 I am Elysea Pan but I just like to be called Elysie. My mother died when I was just six years old. So my dad is the one taking care of me but I must say that he is a pretty awesome dad. I am associated with the Junior United States Secret Secret Service. It is military/secret service training program for teens across America. Usually at age eleven, they recruited teens who show promising talents for their programs. I was recruited because I was flexible and a sharp water gun shooter. The J.U.S.S has three levels in their program: Junior Secret Service (11-19), Junior Elite Secret Service (13-19), and Elite Secret Service (by placement). Surprisingly, I was only twelve she they bumped me to the Junior Elite level. Now I am working on going to Elite because that's when you get assigned to serious and deadly missions. Our base is under the Kensington Mall in Brookside,CA. We change our entrances three times because the unwanted always worm their way in. Now our entrance is the employee door in the Disney store. End of explanation.

  "Isn't this pathetic that we have our base in a kids store?" scowled Chelsie.
"Chelise, stop complaining or I will toss you onto the plush hill," I threatened,"Actually forget that I am just going to call my dad."
I then dialed my dad's number. He answered at the first ring.
"Elysie?" he said, sounding very restless.
"Hi dad, a couple of friends and I want to hang out at Myo. Is that okay?" I asked.
"Elysie, I need you home."
"Why?"
"Because I am going to be away for a while and I just need to talk to you before I go."
"What? Why?"
"Please Elysie just come home and I will tell you all about it."
Then he hung up. I sighed. It must be really important since he had no time to explain it on the phone. 
"Sorry guys I can't come," I said.
"Are you ser---" Chelsie started but Melana quickly cover Chelsie's mouth with her hand.
"That's okay Elysie. We can go without you," she said.
"Thanks," I said. I then quickly waved to them and ran off.
 It took a while to get home but i made it. I unlocked the front door to our apartment.
"I'm home," I yelled. No answer.
"Hello? Dad? I'm home," I said again.
Then I walked into the living room. I saw a black oval thing with a piece of paper under it.  I walked over to the table and picked up the black oval thing. It looked like some kind of pod with a screen and buttons. I then picked up the letter and read the note.
    Dear Elysie,
I am sorry that I am leaving at a such a short notice but I must. I have never told you this but I am a Starcatcher. I have been put on a mission. The entrance to Neverland is, which is in the Peter Pan's Flight in Disney World, has shut down. The pod that came with this note is the key to Neverland. The only thing is that Uncle Peter owned it. He is the only one who could go in and out of Neverland because he had the pod. But a month ago, this pod was discovered in one of the ride's ships with a mysterious video. If you press the red button you can watch it if you like. Shortly after we watched the video, we found out that there was a unknown entrance to Neverland on the Peter Pan ride in Anaheim. We did no know where it came from. We tried using the pod to go to Neverland in Florida. Surprisingly, we couldn't go through. Someone moved the bridge and the unwanted have been going to Neverland. We are not sure who but they are causing a great deal of harm. Our plan is to save Neverland and destroy the bridge so that no one can enter Neverland ever again. That is why I am leaving.  I am going to be gone for a week. If I don't call you back in a week that I will be staying longer.....you may have to find me. This may all sound like nonsense to you but you got to believe me. Watch the video for proof. I hope to see you soon.
- Dad

  Seriously was my first word that came to my head. It seemed like my dad was pulling some of his lousy pranks on me again. 
"Nice dad. First you make me believe the stories you told me when I was little but now you are just pulling my leg," I teased half-heartedly. No answer. Not even a noise.
Maybe he is telling the truth. I stared at the pod.
What was in that video that mad my Dad embark on this lunatic mission?
I decided to press the button. The screen came to life.
I heard a rustle the the screen showed a clear blue sky.
"What happened?" said a voice of a boy.
"I don't know," said another voice that sounded too familiar. 
A boy's face then appeared on the screen who had dark brown eyes, reddish hair, and skin that looked tanned and dried. I gasped . . . it was my Uncle Peter . . . Peter Pan.
"It seems to be recording," Peter said, then the screen went black.
The picture came back again showing Peter flying in his green tunic and signature hat with the red feather. 
"Are you getting this?" asked Peter.
"Definitely," said a boy off the screen.
Then I heard a gunshot ring out and saw a flash of fear wash across Peter's face.
"Watch out!" yelled Peter and he swooped to the pod. Static filled the screen.
The picture came back again. This time it seemed like Peter was holding it.
"Keep running. I will hold them off," Peter said, urgently.
He placed the pod on a tree overlookng a clearing. There were two men dressed in black with every kind of weapon possible. Peter whistled.
"Hey! Men in black! Over here!" Peter yelled. Then he swooped down towards the men. They aimed and shot but missed Peter. 
"Ha! You can't even aim good," Peter said taking out his dagger,"I can do better."
Then a scream of  boy rang out. Peter looked up in concern, knowing it was one of the Lost Boys.
"Games over," said one of the men. They then shot Peter's dagger out of his hand. Peter flew to the pod and there was another burst of static. The pictured became clear again showing Peter in some sort of cave. 
"Anyone who is watching this, please listen to me. I am deep trouble. These men in black are walking around capturing people and holding them somewhere. Use this pod to go back to Neverland and find me as soon as possible. Please help us . . . whoever you are," Peter said, urgently. A burst of static made the picture impossible to see but I could make out a image of Peter holding off some one. Then Peter grabbed the pod and threw it. White filled the screen. 
The pictured came back and I could make out faint images of the Peter Pan flight ride. The a security handler picked up the pod.
"What is this?" the guard asked.
"I don't know but it seems to be recording," said another guard. The the guard pressed the button and the screen went black.

Chapter 1: The Pod

“Look what I found in Peter's secret compartment” Nibs said holding a black pod up high in the air. All the Lost Boys crowded around the mysterious item.

“What is it?” they all asked.

“It’s a time machine that takes you to another magical place called Dishiy World!”

“We want to go to Dishiy World!” they all yelled.

“What is Dishiy World?” said Tootles.

“It’s a place that Peter told us about. With all the rides,lights,food,and there is a ride named after Peter!”

“What’s it called?”

“Peter Pan’s Flight.”

They all oohed and aahed at the name.

“Hey! What’s going on here!” yelled a demanding voice that was slightly annoyed.

All the Lost Boys muttered a “uh-oh.”

“Oh you done it now. How many times do I have to tell you not to look in my stash! It’s for my eyes only not yours!” yelled Peter Pan. 

Peter Pan, other then his fuming red face, was dressed in his typical green tunic with green tights, topped with his signature hat. 

“We just wanted to know what this thing is,” Tootles said innocently.

“Ha yea right. As may I repeat again that this is sacred. I don’t want to to lose this by any chance.” Peter said, snatching back the black pod.

“Why is it so important to you Peter?” Nibs asked.

“Yea, you get really weird when we even bring up this pod,” inquired Cubby.

“I get like that because it’s none of you business,” Peter said with his cocky voice and signature smirk.

“Why?” they all asked.

Peter sighed and just scratched his head for a good 10 minutes....or less. He couldn’t exactly tell time.

“This pod is my only connection to good friends that I know. I really want to use this before they......grow up,” Peter said, cringing when saying his least favorite word in the world. Growing up wasn’t exactly his thing. He would jump off a cliff if someone said those 2 horrible words to him. But he can fly so a cliff does not seem to dangerous to him,but will give a good scare to other people. 

The Lost Boys just nodded.

Peter smirked, grabbed Cubby’s club and knocked him over. In the process Cubby knocked over all the other Lost Boys.All the boys started fighting each other.

Peter couldn’t help but laugh. Knocking over people is a great way to break ice. Whatever “break ice “ meant. There we many words that Sarah and Aidan used back in the mainland that he has no clue what it means yet. 

Peter,in his deep thought,accidentally pressed a red button on the pod and the pod started recording. Peter didn’t noticed it until the pod made a beeping sound. 

“Wha?” Peter said.

He look down at the pod and at the screen. He could see the ground right through the screen. 

A video camera! The thing Sarah and Aidan uses to record something!

Peter immediately jumped up ad flew outside with excitement.

“Where are you going Peter?” yelled Slightly.

“I am going to check out this pod!”

He heard Slightly say something else but he didn’t bother on hearing him. Right now he was more focused on recording something and maybe send it to Sarah!

He reached the top of a tree and set it on a branch.

“Can I help you?” said Slightly.

Peter jumped and said,”How did you get it?”

“Come on! I’ve been here long enough to know these grounds.”

Peter sighed and said,”You can hold the pod while I am doing things.” He then pointed at the camera lens. “Make sure that this little piece of glass is facing me at all times okay?”

Slightly nodded.

Peter pressed the button.

Prologue

 Elysea, eight years old, sat on top of her dad’s shoulder, anticipating for the first firework burst. Not listening to her dad, who was retelling all the great events that happened today at Disney Land. Then the lights dimmed. The show started.

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           Peter Pan, stood bewildered at the exit of Peter Pan's Flight. This isn't the same place as usual. Have the world changed since he was last there? He thought that it only been a month or a year. But not long enough for the surroundings to change. He just shook his shoulders and hopped on the roof. Every evening he would leave Never Land to watch the firework show at Disney World. It's one of his favorite things to do. But the castle was different and the atmosphere was so.....strong. He couldn't place the feeling. It felt like that short brief feeling when he went back to Never Land because he missed it so much. But he have never seen this place before. Why the feeling? The music started and Peter perked up from his deep thoughts. As the music was playing, he hummed the song:

Star light, Star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish, I may

I wish, I might

Have the wish, I wish tonight

We’ll make a wish and do what dreams do

and all our wishes

will come true

   While Peter Pan was peacefully hearing and mimicking a old recording of Walt Disney heard in the firework show, he didn’t know what was happening near the entrance of the ride. 

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Elysea was staring at the fireworks as they neared to a end. Then the show ended with the song “Wishes” and fireworks bursted in the air at once. Elysea covered her ears to protect them from the sound. Her eyes strayed to the side a little bit and happened to look at one of the buildings in Fantasy Land. She saw the outline of a boy sitting on the rooftop. No, floating. “Dad! I see Uncle Peter!”she said into her dad’s ears. After all these years she still calls Peter Pan; Uncle Peter. “Impossible, El. Uncle Peter is not even near here.” her dad, John Pan, said. “But there is a boy floating near the rooftops of the Fantasy Land buildings!” Elysea said, pointing to the location. “Where?” John said, looking in the direction where Elysea pointed out. “I don’t see anything,” John said. “Well......I thought I saw him. I seriously know that I saw him! Who else will be floating on rooftops?” she said. “Your imagination.” Elysea pouted and sighed. 

“Come on. Do you want to go on 1 more ride before we head to our hotel?” John asked.

“Space Mountain!” Elysea said in excitement. 

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“Come on, men. I think we moved it successfully,” said a man, who wore a black trench coat that reaches to his ankles and a hood that covered his face. 

“How can you so sure?” said one of the men, who was a Disney Park employee.

“Don’t ask any questions,” said another man who wore a crisp tuxedo. 

“Yes, Lord Ombra,” repeated the Disney Park employee, who is manipulated to serve Ombra. 

The man in the tuxedo nodded towards the employee. 

“He will be no trouble to us any longer until I unhabit his body.”

“Very good Lord Ombra. We shall proceed,” the main in the trench coat said stepping into a ship with Ombra.

“Is the Skeleton waiting on the other side?” asked Omra.

“Quite yes and he is getting very impatient,” said the trench coated man.

Then the man nodded towards the employee and the employee pressed the start button to the ride and off they went.

“Once we get there we will start preparing for our big invasion. Never Land will soon be in my reign,” said the trench-coated man.

“Surely all of Never Land will bow to you, King.”

The Prophecy

Prologue

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       In the treetops of Redwoods on Mount Hermon, CA, a particular girl, looking to be about in her early teen years, was always a outsider for being different. Never knew her parents, never lived a normal life, always lived in isolation. She thought she could finally live a real life when she was adopted into a family. She could escape all the treatment she had been getting for being ‘paranormal’. But she was disappointed that her adopter is her ‘protector’. Whatever that meant because cleary she doesn’t need someone’s protection. She sat on the treetops sorting through all her overwhelming thoughts. She had a strange vision last night. It seems to be a prophecy that is yet to come. She could sense that it seems very close. The prophecy is:

       “Day and night the King will reign. No one pays attention to the King. He lives in loneliness and solitude. The King became ruthless and kills anyone he sees. Just so that people will pay attention to him. The King’s reign will end when Cephis plunges Curatana in his dark, evil heart.But Cephis will trapped as a black knight, dwelling in the heart of a innocent person. Cephis will not be released until he believes in the real King, who will help him realize his true self. 

       She knows who the King, Cephis, and Curatana is. But the prophecy wasn’t meant for her to know. She didn’t know what it meant for it was incomplete. Why was Cephis trapped when he destroyed the king? Was the king not destroyed? Was it that the plunge of the Curatana only weakens the king for a short period of time? Who is the real king? She didn’t know. It was meant for a certain person, chosen but doesn’t know it. The girl sighs and jumps off the redwood. She slowly floats to the ground, due to that she can levitate. She grinned when she landed harmlessly on the ground. 

      It isn’t a easy life being a Star Watcher. she thought.

A Word from a Agent

Message from J.U.S.S. Agent 99, Elysea Pan

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Fairytales and religion are false myths.

That used to be my own proclamation before ‘the incident’.

God is very,truly,unexplainable,awesomely true.

Fairytales dwell in the minds of each child as another world.

But what should you believe on?

I am telling you my story to answer this question.

Whether you like the results or not.

This is not some boring autobiography book with critical thinking questions at the end.

Then you will not be intrigued to read.

This is my life and how it truly was. 

No sugarcoating at all.

Because I want to redefine to EVERYONE what we call ‘eternal life’ really means.

                May God Bless You,

                                       Elysea Pan

He [Jesus] said to them,

“Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creatures.”

                                                                          Mark 16:15   

Believe Outline

I made this blog because I tried to make a fan fiction but it seriously did not work because it took to darn long to load.....so I am posting my story here on this blog. So it will be just chapters and such. Now I am going to tell you what this book is about.
DISCLAIMER
I DO NOT OWN PETER PAN,DISNEY LAND,STARCATCHERS,ETC.
(but I do own Junior Secret Service and the agents!) *mwahaha* (do I disclaim the Bible too?)

Fairytales and Religion are myths...right?
The United States Junior Secret Service's talented 12 year old agent, Elysea Pan, struggled on whether to believe or not.
Elysea is the kind of person who won't believe in anything that doesn't seem logical.
Her father, who is a Christian and active Starcatcher, is sent on a mission to save Neverland. But he never came back. Elysea could not except the truth . . . until God changed her mind.

Come and read of Elysea's story as she goes through trials and tribulations with her friends(normal or magical) and her newborn relationship with God.
She must know what to put her faith, trust, and belief on.....will you join her?

Genre: fantasy, religious, sci-fi, action