Authors note: Hey guys, this is my first Peter Pan story so don't blame me if it sucks. Basically, to continue the story I need a minimum of 10 reviews. They don't have to be long and detailed I just want to know what you guys think. Anyways I hope you enjoy.

~Young Hitomi~

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Peter Pan. Kudos to Jim Barrie and the producers of Peter Pan for such a great story and movie!

It was a dark and stormy night in London, England. A young lady sat in the nursery of a proper English house staring out into the night. "Peter," she pleaded, fresh tears rolling down her pale cheeks. "Why haven't you come back?" "I've waited all this time." "I haven't changed at all, just for you."

It was true. Wendy Moira Angela Darling was still the spinning image of the thirteen. The only change had been in her mind and eyes. Her eyes, once periwinkle, now matched the crying clouds. Her mind, once full of happy, carefree times, was now that of a woman's. Perhaps the only reason she had stayed thirteen these long four years was because in the back of her mind, she still was a child.

Wendy no longer attended the all girls' school as she did before. Now she was home-schooled to spare her the shame. Which brings us to her brothers. The lost boys were no longer wild and heartless. They had grown into quiet, young gentlemen who spent there free time courting the ladies. Michael and John had also grown up.

All the boys told Wendy at least once a day that she should let go of her feelings for Peter and once she did, she would become a woman. Wendy would then cry 'no' and run to her room. There she would spend hours at a time thinking about Neverland so she would be ready to go once Peter came for her. He never did come, and Wendy was left to cry herself to sleep.

Tonight, Wendy thought once again. Tonight he will come. We will fly off to Neverland and spend the rest of our days there. Wendy was right, a 'he' would come but one very different from the one she was praying for.

Wendy was lying on the floor next to the window, when suddenly a strong wind blew the window open. Wendy was awake and starred frightfully at the window. A dark, ruffled figure stepped in through the window. "You!" Wendy cried.

Author's note: Sorry so short but it's just a prologue. The later chapters, if there are any, will be much longer. Please review!

~Young Hitomi