It's just something I've been working on... to say a couple things: Peter is around 16 years old, and the story is set in modern-ish times. It'll all be explained later.


This is it.

Peter stood, unbearably frustrated, on the white sands just outside Mermaid's Lagoon, and watched glumly as the steady waves rose to the sky and crashed back down to the beach, almost- but not quite- reaching his toes before falling back and being reclaimed by the sea. He likes to come here to collect his thoughts sometimes: the beauty of his beloved Neverland was always the distraction he needed to set himself straight when he was having a bad day. But not this time.

At this very moment, a pair of dark, brooding eyes were watching him from just inside the forest that stood behind him, the boy who wore them probably unaware that peter already knew he was there. It was Henry, of course, a former Lost Boy. He had felt his cold glare on his back for a while now, but was still trying to see if there was a chance he could avoid this war. He had never thought it would have come to that- friend turned against friend- or at least, not yet. Peter did not want to fight. He knew that this time, he would not win. Most of the other Lost Boys had joined Henry in his scheme to overthrow him, and the last who remained were ordered to stay hidden for their own safety. The Indians had been captured, the handful of pirates left on Neverland after Hook's downfall long ago had teamed up with the traitors and were keeping the fairies in check, and the mermaids were nowhere to be seen. He had nothing left. It was the beginning of the end.

Or was it?

He had promised he would never go back. Too much had changed the last time he had gone, and too much was lost. It was the reason Neverland was at the brink of chaos in the first place. But he was running out of options.

There was a sharp crack behind him as though a rock had been thrown at tree- Henry's less than subtle attempt at making his presence known as his small, thin form appeared from behind the shadows, dagger at the ready. Peter sighed reluctantly, pretending to ignore him. He didn't seem to be left with much of a choice, did he? He knew the boy would follow him, and wouldn't return until he was found. With Henry gone, Neverland would be safe from his reign. There was no other way.

Peter took a step forward, than another, and another, all the while watching Henry approach him from the corner of his eye. The boy charged as realization hit, but Peter was too fast; with one swift kick into the air he flew out or reach, and in a few short moments he was lost in the stars.