This has been in my head and get random hits of inspiration where I feel like I have to write this out and then nothing. No inspiration, so forgive the slow updates. I hope you enjoy the story but be forewarned that it has hints of a controlling, overprotective Peter and an abused OC (by her past not Peter).
Amelia's POV:
There were many people who claimed they knew the story of Peter Pan and the lost boys. That Wendy was the first lost girl to ever come to Neverland. There are however two versions that are told to the children on the mainland, the Disney version and the one that The Savior now spreads about. There is, however, another version of the story. The true version.
You see the first lost girl was actually me and I had only been brought here because the shadow couldn't fight my cries off even if he wanted to. My past is not a pleasant one it was filled with remorse and terror. Terror that initially led me to being terrified of Peter, who back then I would only dare to call Sir for fear of what would happened to call him by such a friendly name.
Back then there were only a few of us and Pan did everything he could to take care of me. I didn't know it then, but he had always been looking for me. The one who cried so loud for him that he could hear the voice clearly even in the echoing caves in Neverland.
Enough about that though, it will only confuse you. The best place to start is the very beginning. When it all began… the night Pan's Shadow came for me.
I hope you enjoyed it. I hope to continue the first chapter sometime within this week. Thank you for even taking the time to read this small section. I appreciate every read I get and especially those who follow the stories I create.