Chapter One
It had been just over two months since Wendy had last seen Peter. She thought of him often; her memories filled with regret. It was her fault that Peter aged into the one thing he swore he would never become: a man. Although some could argue that a teenage boy is not necessarily a man, the fact is that Peter had lost his innocence, and would never be the same again. If she hadn't been so persuasive that day in Neverland, Peter would still be young and happy, but she convinced him to return to London with her and the lost boys.
Living in London wasn't terrible for Peter at first. In fact, having his friends beside him in a new world full of new adventures was good fun for Peter, especially with Wendy by his side. That feeling of wonder soon left him, however, when adventure and fun were replaced by thoughts of the future and becoming a man. Peter would have gladly gone back to Neverland, but it was too late. The ability to fly had left him, and Tinker Bell was nowhere to be found. Without the ability to fly, Peter was stuck in London. For four years he continued growing until he was unrecognizable. No longer was he the little, cherub-cheeked boy he was in Neverland, but instead he had grown into a handsome, strapping young man, much to his displeasure.
It was a calm winter's night when Peter ran away. The Darling family along with Peter and the Lost boys were sat down to dinner when Mr. Darling mentioned an unpopular topic for conversation. Peter was around seventeen-years-old (approximately), and Mr. Darling had decided that it was time to start Peter's trade training towards becoming a filing clerk. Peter was not at all happy to hear the news, causing a great feeling of hostility around the table. In an attempt to calm the room, Peter excused himself from dinner. While the others continued their meals, Peter used the moment to leave the Darling's home once and for all.
The guilt that Wendy felt lied heavy on her conscience. She tried to imagine where Peter might be, if he was happy or not. She liked to believe that he was. They had been so close, but now she had no doubts in her mind that Peter hated her for what she had done. It killed her inside to accept that she would never see Peter again; that she would never get the chance to apologize for making him so unhappy. She turned away from her window and headed towards her bed. She heard the sound of Big Ben's 11 o' clock chime as she crawled underneath her duvet. Before the sounding of the eleventh chime, Wendy had fallen asleep.
