Prologue

The night Peter left Jane at her window, was one of the last times he came to the real world. Soon, Jane and her brother even grew up, Jane never forgetting her adventure with Peter Pan, but her brother seemed to grow out of Peter Pan stories. Soon, Jane got the house full of memories. Full of stories, whispered between the walls, of the one boy who had always came to take a special girl from the house, but always brought her back, never to return until the next generation came around.

But, unlike Wendy, who enjoyed the house very much and inspired her to tell more stories of the flying boy, it made Jane sad, remembering the time when she wished he would take her back to Neverland, but never came back. So, Jane put it up for sale. The very morning she put up the sign, she had tons of calls coming in, asking her about the house. But most didn't have children or their children were already grown, so Jane had to let them down.

Finally, one day, a call came. A call that would bring in two young girls to the house. The father had to move to England for his promotion and a more money opportunity, so buying a house that would fit his family made him very happy. Jane was also excited, thinking if Peter Pan ever did come back, then he would find children to play with in his adventures and games.

Wendy was not very happy with her daughter's choice, but was a bit excited when she was told that it was going to be sold to a family with children, that would fill the house with joy and pleasure once more. She always wanted to tell those children stories of the hero that visited the house many times. Wendy was now a very old women, her husband dead for 2 years now, after having a heart attack. Her children were all grown, and even her two brother's children were grown, except for the 16 year old son her brother Michael had. But, even though she was a very old and wise women, she still had a heart of a young kid, and that would never go away. She knew that and so did everyone else that was close to her.

Both Jane and Wendy counted the days of the new children that would soon fill the walls of this very old house. Jane, who was now a young women, was married, but had no kids. They had hoped of having children one day, but not now. But Jane knew that she wouldn't be able to stay in the house for much longer, the memory just made her too sad. And she knew that one day, if she stayed in the memory filled house, that she would one day see Peter again. And that would just be too sad for her.

Finally the day came where the family would be moving in. Jane was in the kitchen, taping on the counter, trying to pass the time by. Jane knew her mother was going to be here any minute, she wanted to meet the kids that would be moving into the house she grew up in and the house where her children had grown up in. When Jane saw the moving van pull up in the drive way, and then followed by another car, she knew the family was here. She quickly got up from her spot in the kitchen and walked swiftly to the door, greeting them. The first one she shook hands with was the father. To Jane, he seemed so full of energy, like a young boy. He was in a black suit, his hair a deep red, reminding Jane of a certain boy she knew and bright green eyes. He wore a sweet smile.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Jane. My kids are very excited to be living in such a nice and beautiful house," he smiled, staring around the house.

"It's nice to meet you as well, Mr. Preil," Jane smiled back.

"Please just call me Ron, and this is my wife, Jessy." Ron pulled his wife into his arms, facing her towards Jane. Jane put her hand out to shake her hand as well.

"Hello Jess-" Jane was cut off.

"Please, call me Mrs. Preil," Jessy gave her a sly smile, not lifting her hand. Jane put her hand down.

Mrs. Preil had bright blond hair, long and curled at the bottom. She was wearing a white summer dress with bright red flowers on it. She eyes were ice cold blue, almost like clear cystal. When she gazed up at Jane, it made a chill go down Jane's spine. Jane noticed a little girl right next to her, not looking over 5 years old. She was clinging the the bottom of her mother's dress, looking around, amazed at the sight she saw. Jane just had to smile at the young girl.

She looked so innocent, bringing back memories of her brother when he was very young. She wore a summer dress like her mom's, only it was bright blue with white clouds, just like the sky. Her golden brown hair was pulled into two braids. When the little girl finally moved her eyes across the room and on to Jane, her green eyes danced. She smiled, but tried to hide it with putting her thumb in her mouth. Jane smiled at the young little youth.

Ron's gaze followed Jane's, noticing she was staring at her youngest daughter, he smiled.

"This is my youngest daughter, Devon," He smiled down at his daughter. Then Jane realized that he had two girls. And then she shifted her eyes again, on to the young girl.

"And this is my eldest daughter, Larisa," Ron smiled at his other daughter now. Larisa, who was just a second ago was staring up into the sky, turned to look at her father, realizing that someone said her name. Then her eyes met Jane's and she put on a shy smile.

"Uh...Hi, I'm Larisa Preil," Larisa muttered, still staring into Jane's eyes. The girl looked about 12 or 13, a little older then she was when she met Peter Pan. She wore a dark blue blouse and a long skirt, which didn't seem to match her at all. Larisa shifted from foot to foot, feeling uncomfortable, like she had never worn a skirt before.

She wore light blue eyes, but nothing like her mother's. Her eyes seemed so light and full of joy, just like a kids. They seemed curious about the world around them, searching for something that would be adventures to do or something that would get her hurt or in trouble. Just like a kids. But there was also something else. Something sad. Like her eyes were trying to stop acting like this. Like she was trying to grow up, but she just couldn't. Jane's eyes shifted from her eyes to her hair. It was also golden brown, just like her sister's, but it was worn curly, reaching down to her back. Her bangs were tied in the front with blue ribbon, giving her a different look then what her outfit was. Jane knew right then, that this girl was going to meet Peter. And she felt relived. It seem to Jane that this girl need to meet Peter Pan, a boy that was also filled with joy and was always up for a good adventure. Maybe he would take that sadness out of her eyes, Jane thought.

Then she noticed that they all were still standing in the door way, leaving poor Larisa still outside.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please come in and take a look around." Jane put her hands out, leading them away from the door and into the room. And just in time too, because Wendy came through that door just second later, having a big plate of fresh cookies in her hand. Devon let go of her mother's dress and quickly ran over to Wendy, memorized by the cookies, her eyes almost pleading for one. Wendy smiled a sweet and gentle smile at Devon, handing her a cookie. Devon quickly munched on it, very happy.

"Hello miss," Mr. Preil smiled at the old lady kindly, unlike his wife, who gave her a annoyed look, but tried to hide it as soon as she saw Jane look at her.

"Hello, I'm Wendy Darling." Wendy went back to her last name after her husband died, she had always liked her last name anyway, plus having his made her sad, remembering his every time someone said her last name, so she just switch back to her maiden name. "Jane's mother. You are the family who will be buying the house, correct?" She asked.

"Oh, Jane's mother. It's such a pleasure meeting you. And yes, we're the family. I'm Ron, my wife Jessy, and my two daughters, Larisa and Devon." Wendy took a quick sweep with her eyes down through the family. When Wendy saw his wife, she knew she wouldn't like her, she seemed too grown up. She looked over at the little girl, Devon. She was so cute, nibbling on her cookie. Then she met eyes with Larisa. She thought the same thing Jane had, after all, Jane was her daughter. Wendy smiled sweet at Larisa, which Larisa gave a shy smile back.

Then Wendy felt a tonging at the bottom of her skirt. She looked down to find the young Devon at her legs.

"Mwis Wendy, may I have an other cookwie?" She asked, with pleading eyes. Wendy almost laughed. The girl was just so cute.

"Of course, sweetie, but please call me Aunt Wendy," Wendy said, smiling at the girl. Devon smiled back, nodding. Wendy gave her another cookie.

"Oh, Miss Wendy, please. No more cookies, it'll spoil her dinner," Jessy warned.

"Oh, come on, Jessy dear, we just moved, let the girl eat as much cookies as she wants!" Ron defended, then looked at his older daughter.

"You want one Larisa?" He asked, smiling at her.

Larisa's eyes danced, like they had been waiting forever to get asked that questioned. Her mouth slipped into a smile and she nodded, heading over to Wendy, taking a cookie only when Wendy offered one. She didn't notice the glare her mother was giving her..

"Excuse me, Wendy, but would you mind babysitting Devon a couple days a week. I'm not home most of the time during the day, and neither is my wife, and Devon never really likes going to day cares," Mr. Preil asked, picking up his cookie eating daughter, and put her on to his back.

"I would love too, just tell me the days," Wendy smiled.

Larisa smiled, but no one saw, just like she wanted. Except for Wendy. Larisa, not knowing why, was very happy that this sweet old lady was going to be around the house with them. It actually took away the sadness that she felt about leaving America and coming to England.