Hi everyone! I'm so excited to publish my very first fanfiction here! I've been obsessed with Peter Pan lately as he has been a very important part of my childhood. I also have to admit the way Once Upon a Time rewrote his personality is absolutely fascinating. It made me want to write again hihihi!

First of all I'd like to say English is not my first language (I'm French) but I really am trying my hardest to make everything coherent and nice to read. So please tell me if you find any mistake (grammar or else).

Second, don't be scared to leave a review! But if you don't feel like it, obviously don't, we're here to enjoy ourselves, aren't we?

Third of all, this story is going to be quite dark as I will totally crush the fairytale like version of Neverland and its inhabitants, based upon the (amazing) season 3 of the show. If you're into that stuff, read on!

Thank you for clicking on my story! I'll try my best not to disappoint you!

"Will you tell me a story ?"

Rachel smiled.

"Make it adventurous! I want pirates and heroic fights!"

She sat by her little brother on the carpet.

"It's the story of a boy, the very unique and one boy who would never grow up."

"Peter Pan!"

"Exactly! You're a clever one Ben. On that night, Peter was feeling bored and so, he decided to take a walk. The air, as always when he was around, was cool, just chilly enough to make you want to go on marvellous adventures and never return. Peter climbed the highest mountain of Neverland and once he reached the top, he admired his island."

"Why didn't he just fly there, Rachel ?"

"Well you see, once every year Peter lost his ability of wind rider."

"Why's that? Isn't it dangerous to climb a mountain then?"

"It is indeed quite dangerous but because he couldn't fly on that particular night, Peter always felt the need to go up somewhere high, never minding the dangers. But he was never afraid of falling. Also, the reason Peter had to keep feet on land was that for one night every year, long before he even came to Neverland, the forest and its inhabitants would tear each other apart. On that one night, the redskins would set the forest on fire, and the forest would fight back with poison gas from its plants and send off its cruelest fighters to rip the Natives's throats with their claws. Neverland would become absolute madness."

"What about the fairies?"

"The fairies being magical creatures were spared the curse and would hide and lock themselves in a dark and cold cave until sunrise. This is mainly why they later all suffered from claustrophobia. Then, the next morning, they would fly up upon their homeland and treat the warrior's wounds. But one day, the fairy Queen understood that nothing could end the nightmare they had been enduring since the island was born and so, out of despair, she sent her best fighter to our world in search of a solution. Tinkerbell looked over Earth for days and days, trying to see a spark of magic in someone's eyes that would tell her she could talk to them."

"Because if you don't believe in fairies, you can never see them wandering about!"

"That's exactly it Ben, good job! After trying to make herself seen by adults, she gave up on them and tried talking to children. She almost succeeded. But by the time she convinced them to help her world out, their parents would come in to teach them to grow up. So she left, fearing she would never make it back in time to save her people. But one day, after another failure, she adventured in a park and saw a young boy sleeping on the grass, under a tree. As it was nightfall, Tinkerbell approached him. The boy could have been twelve and had wet messy hair, probably due to the rain that had fallen earlier in the evening. Tinkerbell landed next to him, trying not to wake him up but the boy suddenly sat up, breathing heavily, eyes wide open. The fairy understood he had had a bad dream. Because it was dark, the dark blond boy saw her almost immediately and stared at her in shock."

"Mama told me fairies glow because they're the purest of all living creatures!"

"Well mama's right! Tinkerbell was so relieved to have found someone finally willing to listen to her she explained everything to him in no time! Immediately after she'd finished, Peter stood up and said « I'll help everyone! » making Tinkerbell's heart jump in her chest. They immediately set off to Neverland, and the fairy quickly understood she had found the right boy because he had learnt flying very fast. He was a natural."

"But Rachel, why was he sleeping outside? It must have been very cold!"

"Peter had run away from his parents who had started his education on that same day. He simply did not feel the need to grow up and having to wear a tight tie around his neck, pretending to like people he hated in order to live. Where would all the fun be? So when Tinkerbell asked for his help, he decided there was no other place he could be safer from the police's investigation. He was a clever boy indeed. The pair flew until morning, and landed safely onshore where a crowd of flying fairies was waiting for them. Queen Hilda flew to meet them and agreed the boy named Peter definitely had something in him that made him perfect to receive the Gift. She approached him, so near Peter had to squint. Placing her tiny hand on the top of his nose, she said a few sentences in fairy language, that the blond boy later learnt and gave a name to. When she finally ended her ode, Queen Hilda led Peter only to a cave called Echo Cave. There, she made him swim in a pool of cold water she said was magical. When the boy walked out of it he felt a bit lightheaded and struggled to walk straight back to the fairy."

"Wasn't he freezing?"

"Of course he was, but braveness being a massive part of his personality there was no way he would have admitted it. He looked deep into Hilda's eyes and announced : « The name's Pan. » The Queen gave him her blessing. Peter Pan had just been born, an eternal and powerful child, owning the island of dreams for the rest of forever."

"What's next?!"

Rachel smirked at her ten year old brother.

"Next is you going to bed, it's past bedtime." she announced, provoking an angry trait on the face of her beloved sibling.

"I'm not sleepy at all! I want to know more about Peter Pan!"

"And if mama and papa find you still awake when they get back home they will never allow me to tell you stories again."

Ben looked pensive.

"Are you offering a deal ?"

"I wouldn't know, Captain Ben, am I?"

"What I know is that you two are going to be grounded until the end of the year if you do not go to bed in the next second." suddenly said their mom's voice out of nowhere.

The two children looked behind their backs just to find Lucy, their mother, laying against the wall. She had probably been there for a few minutes already and was smiling at them, with the smile a loving and caring mother only could give.

"Hurry up and go back to your room Rachel. Tomorrow's a very important day and you need to be fully rested."

"You're right mama. Goodnight. "

The sixteen year old girl went back to her bedroom, her almost adult mind still running Neverland, following Peter on his adventures.

Growing up indeed is no fun, she thought.

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Rachel suddenly woke up, rapidly breathing. She had heard a loud noise near her. With wariness, she took a look around her but saw nothing... Until she spotted her old doll house broken on the floor across her room.

"Oh no... " she cried, a tear falling from her left eye.

She got out of bed and went to the window to try to save what could be spared, but she soon realised the house was completely crushed. The bright moonlight allowed her to see very clearly. Rachel stayed sat there, mourning the loss of the last remaining souvenir from her childhood. Oh how many times had she opened that house and played with the dolls, how many times had she travelled to breathtaking places with her characters, how many fights had she won? All of it was now down, unfixable on the harsh floor.

Something moved behind her. Rachel turned around but once again saw nothing. Who could possibly be hidden in an enlightened room? she wondered. Soon enough, as everything was staying still, Rachel shook her head and picked the remains of her house to sort them. Maybe would she have the chance to fix everything up later. This is when she realised one of the dolls was missing. The girl frowned. It had been her favourite since she was little, the doll she had made based upon the young boy of her stories. Where could it be? She searched for it all over her room, messing with her things like never before but she just couldn't find it. It had disappeared. She sighed out of despair. But then, she felt something touch her right shoulder. The girl jumped and would have screamed if a cold hand hadn't shut her up. She couldn't see her opponent, she couldn't even feel their breath behind her head. It was as if only a hand blocking her from screaming was there. Terrifying. A billion black dots started dancing before her eyes. Rachel tried to yell out for help. Everything went black.

It's me again! Thanks for reading until the end. I unfortunately am unable to give you an update schedule as I don't know it either yet. However, I can promise I'll update as soon as I write a chapter, which will be quite often for the rest of the week since I'm still on holiday! I'll get back to you next Monday or Tuesday for more details. See ya!