Peter Pan POV:
1675 Yorkshire, England
I walked down the narrow dirt road from town towards the grand forest. The forest was filled with file smelling plants, horribly colored flowers, and an abrupt sound of creature's footsteps.
After my long stride, I arrived at my destination. There was a small one bedroom cottage at the very back of the woods. The cottage was covered in overgrown vines and hidden behind several willow trees.
I was about to knock on the door until it opened suddenly.
"What took you so long?" The blonde fair skinned, bright eyed young woman replied.
She stood in the doorway wearing a long light green dress, a pair of dark brown boots, and a red cloak. Jewels shined in her thick blond curls.
"Is that how you greet someone who willingly ran an errand for you?" I said brushing past her.
"You do not willing do anything. Besides you benefit from this as well." She said shutting the door.
The cottage was the size of one bedroom. On the right side was an area for washing, cooking, eating dinner, and cleaning. On the left side was her bed, and a bed sheet was spread out on the floor across from her bed. The bed sheet was supposed to be considered my bed. There was an area at the back of the room were we keep our clothes, and next to it was a place for us to change clothes in private.
The cottage was less than inviting.
"Do I?" I said turning around to face her.
"Yes, we made a deal. I told you what you are, and you promised me that if I revealed my secret, you would help me."
"Of course, and I gain nothing in return." I said sitting at the dinner table in the kitchen area.
"I taught you everything I know, is that not enough?" She said folding her arms across her chest.
I shrugged. "That maybe everything you know, but I am sure there is more to learn."
"You will not be satisfied into you have the world at your feet." She said shaking her head.
"I would not go that far."
"I'm sure, hand it over." She said holding out her hand.
I placed my hand in my pants pocket. "Here." I said giving her the vial of pixie dust.
"Is this it?" She said with wide eyes.
I nodded. "I think pixie dust is becoming scarcer, especially since more townspeople are being accused of practicing witch craft. All of the pervious witches or enchantresses decided to go into hiding. The seer that gave me the pixie dust said that her sister was executed just the other day."
She sighed. "Well I do not mean to sound selfish, but you have to go back into town. I need more pixie dust if we want to get anything accomplished."
"No, I am not going to risk my life again for something that I do not want to be involved in."
"Peter, listen to me. After all I done for you, you owe me this. I just need more pixie dust that's all I ask."
I grunted. "Fine Tinkerbell, but this better be worth it." I said storming out of that God forsaken cottage.
AN: Hello . This is my first Peter Pan story without Wendy included. This story is sort of like a prequel. This is what could have happened before Pan made it to Neverland. This story will be a little different though since Pan is eighteen years old, and he is not evil yet. Rumplestilskin is not Pan's son in this story, and Pan's name is not Malcom. Also, please take it easy on me because I have never really watched a full episode of Ouat.
I need feedback for this or otherwise this will be deleted. Thanks for reading! .