Emere and the little dreamer boy..
...Peter sat at the foot of the tree, softly playing his flute as not to disturb Emere up in the treehouse. She wound out of the treehouse and her feet slipped over the little wood boards that had been stuck to the tree with rusty nails, and she landed next to Peter.
"You've got stars in your eyes, air in your head and your heart is floating on a cloud. You're trying to reach out to something that's not there, but in your naivety, you still make yourself believe it's there. You're the dreamer, Peter, and that's why you left home, because you were seeking something that never existed, or never ceased to exist, in your mind at least." she said quietly.
"Then what are you? You're sly, deceptive, beautiful and quick witted, you're a theif that appears only as an empty shadow in the night. You're the Darkling..." Peter smiled...
An excerpt from a new story I'm writing called Darkling. I'm pretty happy with it, it's got more of a formed idea than most of my stories :)