Hi guys, this is a first chapter of my new story. I know I've already written a story in a same category, but I decided to take this into a new direction. I'll still be updating 'The New Adventure' though. I don't own Peter Pan, I only own my OC!

The wind was blowing around me, playing with my waist length hair. I didn't care though, so I let him do that. When I was outside, I felt so free. This night, like the others, was no exception, calm and peaceful. I was standing on a balcony outside a room, looking at the London sky.

The sky was clear as usual, and stars were shining. However, what stood out the most were two of the stars. They were the brightest stars in the sky, and I could never get tired of looking at them. Probably because I knew a story behind them.

"You'll pay for this, you lousy brat!" I heard my cousins' shouting from the inside of the room. Looking at the two stars for one more time, I entered the room. It was incredibly big, but then again, four of us were sharing it.

The part where I was right now was John and Michael's. They were sharing it together. A bit higher was my cousin Wendy, while I was at a top, near our attic. All of us had a balcony. My part of the room was usual for teenagers. I was actually fifteen, just so you know.

There was a blue bed, a shelf, a huge lilac wardrobe and a desk. I saw John and Michael sword fighting with their wooden swords. "You're going to regret the day you've met me, Peter Pan!" John shouted with the sword in his right hand and a hook in his left hand.

"John, it's the right hand." I reminded my cousin, letting out a smile. "I know, but this way's easier. Thanks anyway, Liz!" John responded. "Oh no, I won't!" Michael then shouted, the two boys continuing their fight. "I won!" John shouted. "Please, you didn't touch at me at all!"

"Take that, and that!" Michael fake stabbed John, the latter falling on the floor, losing the fight. I giggled. "Good one guys!" a voice came from upstairs. Wendy joined us. "But you know these are just stories? Peter Pan doesn't exist!" I frowned at that.

I knew the story very well. It was about a boy, the boy who would never grow up. I've heard the story so many times that I now knew every detail! It's been my favorite ever since was six, and that story was never boring to me. However, sometimes, a question was on my mind. Was Peter Pan real?

"Well, there's supposed to be a proof in our great, great, great grandmother's diary!" I stated. Our great, great, great grandmother was the original Wendy as Grandma used to tell us when we were little. She was the first one who got to go to Neverland along with her brothers. Here in the 21st century, everyone knew about our family background, and some people considered us weird. I didn't care though, I was proud to be a Darling, and no one was going to change that. "A fan girl talking." Wendy commented, making John and Michael chuckle. I didn't consider myself one though. 'John, Michael, Elizabeth, listen, Peter Pan is not for real!" But there must be some proof!

"Come on, it's time for sleep." Wendy told us. Even though I was the oldest, Wendy was the one in charge of us. Besides, I lived here only because my parents were always busy and had no time to take care of me, so my aunt offered them to send me here, so, here I was.

My father was actually a brother of Wendy, John and Michael's mother. His name was John Darling. Nearly everyone in this family was named Wendy, John and Michael. My parents decided to break that tradition though, naming me Elizabeth instead.

That would make Wendy, John, Michael and me cousins, but we were nothing alike when it came to our looks. Wendy and John had brown eyes, like their uncle, Michael had amber eyes, but I had dark blue eyes, unlike my aunt but probably like others before her and my father, my Grandma being one of those people.

Wendy and John's hair was sandy brown; Michael's was black while my hair was light brown with a blonde streak on a right side. I usually put it behind my ear. Anyway, I didn't mind living with my cousins, because it was really fun!

I was closer with John and Michael though, which was odd, considering Wendy was only two years younger than me! As for the said girl and me, we got along fine, but not as well as me with the boys. However, I had to admit I was sometimes jealous of her.

When I did something bad, Aunt would ask me why I couldn't be more like Wendy. She was practically everything I wasn't. I know, it was bad to be jealous, but sometimes, I couldn't help it! Wendy was one of the most popular girls in her class, had nearly the best grades, whereas I was one of the most awkward people in the class, I had okay grades, but of course, Aunt would usually ask me why I couldn't be more like Wendy. She preferred watching clips on YouTube and chatting, but I preferred drawing and sketching.

We were also opposite when it came to our appearances. My cousin was usually dressed in a pink shirt, blue jeans and pink sneakers, her hair was pretty short. I, on the other hand wore a purple shirt with pink polka dots on it. I also wore a blue jeans vest, dark blue skirt with a black waist part before it, green and black stripe knee-length socks with purple and black shoes.

Wendy was putting Michael in his bed. "Peter Pan is made up!" "Really?" Michael asked in disappointment. "Yes, really." His sister responded. Suddenly, it was all dark. What happened? "Liz, could you please go to the attic on your way up?" Wendy then asked me.

I just nodded, going upstairs. Next to my bed was the attic's door. I never really went inside, but I wasn't scared either. Oh, it was way darker here than downstairs! Looking for a switch, I hit into something which fell on the floor. I really had to watch where I was walking!

Finally, I found the switch and turned on the light. Looking at the floor, there was a box with an old book, panpipes and some other things. Kneeling down, I picked them up. Oh, I couldn't believe we had the panpipes! Deciding it wouldn't hurt if I did it, I played the panpipes. They were actually working! It was really a lovely sound to hear.

I then looked at the old book, opening it on one page. "Dear diary, I know mother would never believe me if I told her about that boy. His name's Peter, Peter Pan." My eyes widened at reading that part. "He's the funniest person I've ever met!" Wow, so Peter Pan was real after all! Now we had the proof! I jumped up in triumph, pumping my fist in the air. "Yes!"

Deciding to read the diary a bit more, I took it and the panpipes in my hands before leaving the attic and jumping on my bed. I was reading the diary for a while. The more I read, the more it amazed me. It was incredible! The Never Tree, the Lost Kids, Captain Hook, Tinker Bell, everyone was in this diary!

I brought out my sketchbook where I was drawing what I dreamed of and other things that usually came to my mind. Suddenly, I heard tapping on my window. Letting out a small shriek in fear, I jumped off my bed. The tapping didn't stop. In fact, I think it was only getting louder.

Calm down Elizabeth, since when were you such a coward? Letting out a sigh, I slowly got closer to the window, opening it before letting out a gasp.

Staring at me and standing on my balcony with hands on his hips, was a boy who seemed to be around my age! He had brown hair and those brown eyes which were right now staring through my dark blue ones.

The boy was wearing a green shirt which appeared to be made of leaves and it had them on the shirt's short sleeves. He was wearing a brown belt tied around it with a dagger on the belt, along with brown tights and boots. The description from the story matched!

I looked at a sketch in my notebook, and I noticed it and the boy were quite similar. He smiled when he saw me. "Wendy!" he exclaimed in an American accent.

I was confused though and I didn't know what to say. "She's new!" a fairy on the boy's left laughed. "I… I'm not Wendy, I'm…." I started, but heard someone's footsteps. "Liz, what's…" my cousins who ran to me, let out a gasp.

"So, you're real!" Wendy said incredulously. Peter Pan let out a laugh as if he was asking her whether she was kidding. Ever since that day, my life has been anything but usual...

A newer version of the prologue because I redesigned Liz's look and some things so here it is!