It is a well known fact that Peter Pan is forever youth. For him it is a blessing; for the Neverland, a curse. Even if it's king stayed the same, his magical kingdom aged around him. While he maintained his infant laughter, the trees grew tall around him. As the sparkle of youth grew even brighter in his eyes, fairies were born and died. When Peter had grand adventures, redskins aged, died, and were reborn.
But Peter was oblivious to all changes- oblivious to all things except the quest for the next great adventure. He barely blinked the day Tink flew to him, her light fading. She confessed her undying love for him and he was appalled. She died on his shoulder and he merely flicked her off. It was not out of cruelty though. To Peter, it was a grand new game at first. You see, Tink had been with him forever and would remain with him forever more. After those initial thoughts…he had no more.
Peter was infamous for his bad memory. Tink's death seemed not to affect him, not because he was heartless but because he had forgotten the sad event before her winged body had hit the ground. Occasionally he would fly about calling for her. It didn't phase him when she didn't fly to him though.
Tink was not forgotten by the Neverland. They shared a special bond, Tink and Peter. And through that bond, Neverland benefited. Tink unknowingly sent out bits of Peter's youth throughout Neverland. Without her, there was no youthful essence for the island. It's growth sped up without the immortality of Peter's youth.
It yearned greatly for its younger days. The wind whispered sadly of days past and the trees now tall, brushing the sky swayed in nostalgia. The mermaids lamented the loss of their youth. The redskins held fewer celebrations and more funeral feasts. Slowly, the Neverland began to blame Peter for its lack of beauty and youth.
It got angry with Peter… and then it formed a plan. Peter had been out adventure hunting on the north side of the island. When the wind craftily whispered of adventure near the heart of the island, Peter was quickly off towards the center of the Neverland. He flew to the oldest and largest tree in all of Neverland. Its gnarled roots were said to have been the basis of the great island it is today. Slowly, he circled the tree searching out the promised challenge. He was so wrapped up in searching he didn't notice the vines until they were already wrapped around him.
Before the Great Pan could so much as struggle, he was wrapped tightly to the trunk of the tree. The bark scraped at his flesh. The vines began to glow and suck the essence from Peter, for when one is desperate one adapts. The brighter the vines glowed the more Peter slumped, until finely the King of Neverland was unconscious in his bonds.
Slowly, changes began to appear all over the island. However, it wasn't the change Neverland expected. Peter's youth in large quantities was harmful and easily twisted. The island took on an evil, haunted look. The trees bent and twisted, darkening the ground below them. The fairies lights grew dark and the fairies began to delight in tormenting. The redskins waged war on one another.
Only two groups remained untouched on the island: the mermaids, who were naturally inclined towards evil, and the outer lying groups of trees. The trees that surrounded the island watched as the island grew dark and terrible and they feared their fate. They were the closest to the 'real' world and were never overly concerned with aging. Whatever their reason for not being affected, they all eagerly awaited a saviour. A star had proclaimed the arrival of a saviour and the trees wit their infinite wisdom eagerly awaited her arrival.