James

  The magic of Neverland is insidious. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it’s doing and where it is, as it’s both everywhere and nowhere.

  Neverland had favorites, unlike the fairies it liked both the brothers. And while James may have left many years ago, now that he was back it welcomed him eagerly.

  The same could not be said for his crew.

  James sighed for what must have been the hundredth time and turned around to glare at the vines that had grabbed onto the triplets and sent them tumbling to the ground.

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  “Captain,” Andrew groaned, “I don’t think I like this place.” James only knew that this was Andrew speaking as he wore a red bandanna tied to his right arm.

  Sam wore a green one, and Jonathan had a blue one. It had been their colors since childhood, after several miss-identifications. James had felt something like envy when they had explained the purpose of the bandannas, his parents had never put much effort into noticing any differences between him and his twin.

  “Right, that’s quite enough. You’ve caused enough trouble for today, clear the path.” He ordered loudly to the confusion of his crew.

  James felt a warm breeze ruffle his hair and knew his orders would be followed, at least for the next several paces.

  James remembered fondly that Neverland didn’t choose sides, especially when it came to his and Peter’s games.