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I was on fire. It was the middle of the night when I awoke to faint knocking at my window. I waited a second, it must be the wind; another knock came this time louder. I walked to my window, I didn't see the ash that covered my room or my transparent skin.
I open my window to see a man, no older than 20. Was he flying? He was dressed in dark forest green tunic with a cloak obscuring his face. He was adorned in silver jewelry that looked religious in nature. He was pale, unnaturally so. I thought nothing of it.
He grabbed my hand, without so much as a hello, flew up. He flew towards a bright star, the north star. I found that I wasn’t scared, that this mute stranger ment me no harm, that this was supposed to happen.
He flew us down to a small island; a group of children cheering, welcoming me. I was welcomed to Neverland. A girl with hazelnut hair told me that I could never leave. She gestured to my arm, I was translucent, a ghost, dead. I turn to the man, demanding that he take me back. He stared at me with a blank face and shook his head slowly, as if to say ‘you must stay here, you may never go back’. I stepped back from him and he flew away.