Authors Note To The Wonderful People Of Fanfiction: Hello my fellow writers. Just wanted to say that the only characters I own in this story is Robyn and Hawky. This is representing the Peter Pan that came out on Christmas...with Jeremy Sumpter and stuff. Also, I made up my own plots, and some of my own characters and explanations to some stuff. It is my fic after all :) So I hope you enjoy it, and please review. Thank you!
Before the story starts...
I have dreams. Everyone has dreams. Even though I'm a young boy, who's hair is dirty, fingernails ragged, and underarms that could stop a lion dead in its tracks, I dream. When I lay at night in my bed made of grass and sticks in the hollow of a huge oak tree, snoring so loud that The Lost Boys plug my nose every night, I dream. In the morning, right before the sun rises, I always take time to review my dreams. See, my dreams are kind of like a hidden power, only, its not hidden, because I know about it. Anyway, my dreams are sort of like a message on who or what to bring to my home, called Neverland. It's a large, beautiful island that is more like a fantasyland. Here, pirates roam the open seas on old, wooden boats, while mermaids swim underneath. The Lost Boys and I live on the island, in a separate section of the forest. I'm the leader, since I'm the one who basically created everything. I brought all the lost boys here because my dreams told me too. When they came here, they forgot their old lives, mainly because they didn't want to remember. They don't remember their mother, or their father, or any sibling or pet. Here, on Neverland, they don't have to grow up. They stay young forever. And that's exactly why I love it here.
How the pirates got here, I'm not entirely sure. I know I sure didn't bring them here. The pirates are the only grown ups on the island, even though they don't grow any older. Me, I'm 15, and I think I've been 15 for a long time now. I ran away when I was a child because I overheard my parents talking about me being a man. I didn't want to be a man because being a boy was fun, exciting, and free. I met Tinkerbell in the park near my old house. She's a fairy and my best friend. Tink is so small, she just about fits in the palm of my hand. She's the one who taught me how to fly. Together, we flew to Neverland, and created a lifestyle of our own.
I was on the island for a while, when I started having these dreams. See, the dreams would be clear and exact, and when I would wake up, I remember everything. The first one I had showed me a little boy in his room. He was about 10, with black, shaggy hair and tears in his gray eyes. He was in his bed, which consisted barely of a mattress, a torn pillow, and a faded yellow blanket. Then I heard him say clearly in between his snuffles, "I wish I was never born,"
All at once I woke up, and I started crying. I felt pity for the boy, and I wondered who and where he was. I had this dream for one week straight, and on the seventh night I knew it was some sort of sign. Tink and I flew back to the modern day world and search for this boy. I knew the boy had to be in England, since his voice was English, but finding one boy in a whole country was nearly impossible, I thought. It took Tink and I 4 months to find him, and when we did, we brought him to Neverland.
The dreams became more rapid, and clearer, with more clues on where to find the boys, The Lost Boys, as I call them. Tink and I brought a total of 15 boys to Neverland, and as soon as the 15th one came, the dreams stopped, and I didn't dream of bringing anyone else to the island in almost a year.
The Lost Boys and I, we're all like brothers. Like I said earlier, they don't remember their families, because they didn't want to. All of them lived hectic lives that they wished to get away from, and I fulfilled that wish for them. I like to think of myself as a hero, and that's why I am leader of Neverland.
Let's talk more about the island before I get into my next adventure. The mermaids are amazing creatures. Everyone knows what mermaids are, and everyone thinks about these delicate fish-like things that have pretty scaly tails and barely anything covering their boobs, right? Well, on Neverland, picture that pretty creature pulling anyone who came close to their water under and drowning them before they had the chance to realize that they were dying. Luckily, they don't have anything against me, because they all love me, literally, but The Lost Boys are terrified of them.
There's also this humongous alligator that The Lost Boys fear too. He lives in a cave by a small stream, and he has the worst attitude ever. Fortunately, it's not that hard to know he's coming because he swallowed a clock and he ticks. No really, he ticks. See, Mr. Smee, one of the pirates, threw a clock in his mouth because he tried to eat Captain Hooks' hand. Although he succeeded in eating the hand of my worst enemy, he also ate a clock. Hook, as guessed, is the leader of the Jolly Roger, the only ship that floats in the waters of Neverland. He's my worst enemy, and well, I chopped the hand off of Hook, and that's why the alligator ate it. Hook and I, we've been enemies ever since those pirates got here. He's an old man with long curly black hair and a swerved mustache. Hook is a skilled swordsman, but he has a hook in replace of the right hand that I cut off. So, it's kind of double on the skills, if you know what I mean. We constantly fight, constantly trying to kill each other. He doesn't get that I could kill him at any given chance because he's always off guard, and when I say always, I mean always. He also can't fly, so that gives me the advantage when fighting him. Oh yeah, and The Lost Boys can't fly either. Only me.
So basically, Neverland is a magnificent island with freedom to do whatever is wished, with the fear of only pirates, mermaids and an alligator that ticks. Neverland doesn't let anyone grow up, and it seriously damages your memory of the life previously lived.
Sound like fun? I could go on and on about every adventure I've had so far on this island, but that would take too long. However, there is one adventure that just might interest you. On Neverland, feelings are something that is rarely felt. Pain of a knife slitting across your arm, or despair of one of The Lost Boys being attacked by the Indians (Yes, there are Indians too...I knew I forgot something), or the feeling of victory when I have yet again won a battle against Hook are feelings that are natural, and I guess Neverland lets you feel them. Love is a feeling that Neverland doesn't allow, and when in love, it betrays you, horribly. Believe me, I know.
Anyway, my story skills are semi-off, since Wendy was our original storyteller. Who's Wendy? Well, that's another adventure that might take me forever to explain. Just think of the love betraying you thing I just talked about, and well, figure it out yourself.