"Magic, is a dangerous thing. It all may seem fun and cool to use, but it's more like a curse. "

"A curse? "

"Unfortunately, " A sad smile, "Magic dwells on your soul. The more powerful magic is, the more in danger your soul is in. "

"Do you perhaps have a bad memory with magic? "

Soon a pity laugh, "Maybe I have, maybe I don't. "

A pout, "Well can you tell me where you came from? "

"Teehee, that's for you to find out! " Blue diamond like eyes, "Well perhaps I could give you a hint. "

"A hint? "

"Do you know the story of Peter Pan? "

A nod.

"The place, the place in the second star to the right, " he pointed.

"Neverland?! You came from Neverland?! "

"Dunno. "

"Ehhh?? "

"I said I'll give you a hint, not answer the question! You gotta find the answer yourself! "

"Not fair! "

"Yes fair! "

The girl pouted and the boy just laughed.

A/N : Watch me fail this story too.