HI PEOPLE! Oops, sorry I had my caps on. Anyway this is based off the Peter Pan that used real people instead of animation. Hope you like it! Send me suggestions via reviews!

Chapter 1

A girl cried as she was dragged away from her parents. "NO! LET ME GO! THEY NEED ME! THEY NEED ME!" She screamed. The house was in ashes; the parents as black as night.

"It's okay dear. We're here to help." A woman told the girl. The girl calmed down and allowed herself to be dragged away from her parents.

As soon as they were outside the girl bit the woman's hand and ran as fast as she could. She could hear the woman's cries follow her around the corner. "Jan, please! We want to help you! Jan! Jan!" The girl kept on running until she found the ocean. Before she could think about her actions she jumped into the freezing water and swam as fast as she could away from the shore.

I woke up with a start. I lay on beach, my brown hair dripping wet, the remains of my nightgown were shreds, and I could hardly move. I saw a beautiful ship far away, sailing at least 60 miles an hour. I stood up and looked at my surroundings. There was a jungle near the beach with unknown horrors inside. I could see a mountain far away, but then a noticed the smoke due west from it. People. They could help me and tell me where I was. I was just about to walk into the jungle when I was knocked out.

I woke up, again, tied to a giant stake. There was this huge man in front of me wearing Indian clothing. "What strange girl name?" He boomed. I blinked.

"Are you talking about me?" I asked. He nodded.

"What strange girl name?" He asked again. I sighed.

"I'm Jan. Jan Jeter. Who are you?"

"Big Chief. Why Jan come to Neverland?"

"Where?"

"Neverland. Place where no one grow up. Place with fairy and mermaid. Home of Red Men and Peter Pan. Why Jan come to Neverland?"

"I was running away from these people. I washed up on the shore and was going to see if I could find any people to help me." I was about to say more when I coughed, then puked. The Chief walked around my puke and put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"Jan very sick." He stated. "Jan must stay with tribe until strength returns. Red Men will go find plants to help Jan." I was untied from the pole and taken into one of the many tepees. Some of the women Indians dressed me in some extra Indian clothes, and then I was laid on a mat and given a horrible herbal brew to drink.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked an elderly woman. She had beautiful brown eyes and her skin was the color of copper. Her hair was grey and she wore a huge cloak and a necklace made from bear teeth. She gently lay her hand on my stomach and smiled. Her teeth were white, but she was missing a few.

"Big Chief wants to help Jan because Big Chief want Jan to help tribe. Jan will teach us how to light homes without fire and show us how to make clothes quickly." Oh boy. These people wanted me to create electricity and sew without any machines or metal.

"I'll try my best." I mumbled. The woman patted my arm, helped me sit up, and began to braid my long hair.

"My name Lion Rose." She said. "Where your parents?" I began to cry. Memories flooded my mind quickly.

"They're dead. Our house was burned down by these men who hated my father. I came home early from day camp and found my parents' remains. These people were trying to take me to an orphanage, but I ran away to the sea and swam as far as I could." Lion Rose turned me around and embraced me. I hugged her back and cried into her rough cloak.

"It is now okay child. Lion Rose here to protect Jan. Lion Rose will take care of Jan." I looked up into her kind eyes.

"You're going to adopt me?" I said quietly. Lion Rose nodded.

"You are my child now. Call me Mother Lion Rose. I will teach Jan the ways of my people." Mother Lion Rose finished braiding my hair, stuck a feather in it at the top of my head, and carefully took me to a nearby pond. She gave me a bowl of water that I drank gratefully, then I looked at my reflection in the pond.

Mother Lion Rose had braided my hair and draped it over my left shoulder. She and woven tons of little beads into my hair, making it beautiful. My green eyes were still a bit puffy from crying, and my skin had begun to tan ever so slightly. Mother Lion Rose tapped my shoulder and showed me an assortment of paints. "It family tradition." She said. I closed my eyes and allowed her to paint my face and arms. "Your Red Men name Honey Moon. It mean you sweet and mysterious." Mother Lion Rose told me.

"Thank you Mother Lion Rose." After an hour Mother Lion Rose allowed me to see my reflection again. My arms were painted so they had vines and flowers growing on them, my lips had been painted blood red, and there were two crescent moons on my cheeks. I smiled.

"Honey Moon like?" Mother Lion Rose asked.

"Yes, Honey Moon likes it very much. Thank you." I hugged her again. It felt amazing to have a mother again.