Finding Happiness: Returning Memories
Hi, I'm back, anyone miss me? So, this story will be set in the sequel to Peter Pan-Return to Neverland. Now here is one surprise I will give away, Maria will no longer have any ties to the living as she once did, but not to go straight to saying she's dead; if what you call her state deceased. And one other thing to give you readers a hint, remember what Mary pointed out at the end of the last story, about Freya having no shadow? I own nothing save for my OC's, may contain language and material, rated T for a reason. Happy reading.
Chapter One: Home is Where the Heart is
Mary coughed erratically in her bed, her old age getting the best of her. She was in her fifties now, she forgotten which year though. Last year, she suffered a horrid case of pneumonia and had been fighting it ever since, the cold damp weather of London doing nothing to help.
"Mother, are you alright?" Wendy, her daughter now a beautiful blooming flower in her eyes sat anxiously by the side of the bed, her little one popping her head through the door.
"Grandmamma, are you feeling poorly?" she asked, completely free of worry and knowledge of the world, a very curious, headstrong child, just like her.
"No Jane-dear. It's just a little stubborn cough is all, though I wouldn't stand too close, you're still puny in that dress."
"I happen to be a grown-up; I can tie my own shoe laces without mother's help."
"A quick one, she is." Mary coughed loudly and Wendy gave her a tissue to cough into. There was blood on the cloth.
"Get your father, I need to speak to him about something I just remembered, I think." Since the pneumonia, Mary had begun suffering from short-term memory-loss, almost to the point where she couldn't function how to walk without tripping all the time.
"Mary, you're going to pull though this, I will get every doctor in London if I have to-"
"George, I there's somewhere I need to be right now, someone I have to meet before I leave, but he's still over there…" Mary said in a small, raspy voice, her throat tired and sore from all the coughing.
"Mary, what are you-"
"You know there will always be a place for you in my heart, but I have to see him, I have to help him remember…" Mary coughed loudly, this time uncontrollably, blood getting on her clothes and the sheets. George called for Wendy to get a doctor sent right away.
"Wendy…remember the stories, of that boy who flies?"
Wendy nodded, not sure where this is going.
"What was his name?"
"You told me his name when I was little, it's Peter."
"Peter, I'll tell him to let you know I said hi."
"What are you-mother?!" Mary slumped in her bed, her eyes fixed on the window, looking at the night sky, towards the second star…
Three Years Later…
"Peter Pan…pixie dust…childish nonsense!" Jane stubbornly threw the doll of Peter Pan to the floor, completely infuriated. She was also sad, memories of her grandmother and her father flooding her mind, the pain to overwhelming for her little spirit. She could still remember her grandmother telling stories of the boy who flew and the dastardly codfish, Captain Hook. Her stories of them were always more origin-based, as if she had been there to see the duel between the good and evil.
Still, she was a grownup now, and those things were all make believe.
Jane shifted in her sleep, the memories from just a few hours ago still haunting the corners of her mind. She was only half aware of the creaking of her window and looked with a lazy eye to her room. There she saw it, a shadow that could make a war soldier cower in fear. Jane gasped, now fully awake and aware of her windows open all the way.
'It must've been the wind.' Jane thought rationally, closing them without even blinking an eye. Then she heard the floor creak behind her…
"Hello Wendy…" Captain Hook said cunningly, his crew behind him smiling evilly. Jane didn't even have time to register the first three syllables; a pirate gagged her from behind and stuffed into a bag then tossed around like a sack of potatoes.
"Cast off, ya mangy dogs!" Hook yelled, the siren alarms getting to him. With hast and rash acting, Hook fled for his life to maneuver around the flying contraptions and gunfire from below. For a fleeting moment, he was actually quite scared he was going to die, seeing these odd machines flying in the air, trying to hit the ship. Finally, they were high enough to be even followed y those odd death contraptions, and the Jolly Roger set sail for the second star.
"He he, I've got a little surprise for you, Peter Pan." Hook sneered, sheathing his sword, ready for his plan to finally avenge his honor. Meanwhile, the phony Wendy looked through a hole in the back, almost not believing where she was.
"Well well, so this is where you've been all this time. Well captain, you are in for a big surprise" a shadow behind the ship emerged, witnessing the display before her "I do think this will be a very interesting game for me, don't you agree, grandmother?"
"Yes, I think he'll be dying to see you." She said, holding a solid gold ring with a ruby on it, Hook's family ring.
And that's the first chapter, let me know what you think, but please be gentle. XD