First and foremost I do not own Peter Pan…any version…or it's characters.
However, the characters of which I have thought up on my own are mine,
so please…please ask me before using them! Thanks!! Oh yeah, this is my
first full fledge fan-fiction and I'm not too old so I would appreciate
as many reviews as I can get! Thanks!! With out further ado… I present…
Reminiscent Destinies: A Peter Pan Tale
Chapter One
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I was a mere twelve years of age when I first met Peter Pan. Although, not a normal twelve year old in any case. I had lost my childhood much earlier in life. After all, my life hadn't been the easiest to live. After losing my mother and father, Jane and Ralph Bennet, to a horrible car accident in the year of '66, I was sent to live with my grandmother Gwendelyn. It wasn't easy being an only child and moving from my home in America -- the place where I had been born and the place I had learned to love -- to the foreign lands, of England.
Upon my arrival, I found the land to be very cold, and chilling to the bone with little sunlight, however, it went unnoticed for the most part. I had become cold myself, wanting nothing to do with anything or anyone. My once soft and joyous heart had started to freeze over with a tarnished, icy chill from the horrific memories of my parent's accident.
Though dreading the moment, I was soon found by my grandmother and her housekeeper and quickly bustled into a car. The ride seemed an eternity though Grandmother had not yet spoken a word, however, her housekeeper kept nit-picking my mind with annoying questions and statements. After many refusals of answer she finally gave up her pursuit of twenty questions and turned to my grandmother.
"Gwendelyn, I don't believe I 'ave ever seen a child s' young…that looked quite s' old!" With that I rolled my eyes and was able, to at the very least, tolerate the rest of the journey in peace.
After what seemed like hours we arrived at our destination, a moderately sized home in the nicer area of London. There were two large bay windows that which for some reason intrigued me, though I couldn't recall why. As I gazed at the looming windowpanes memories of stories before bed, and of my mother and father flooded into my mind, though I quickly dismissed them not wanting them to flow freely ever again.
Finally I regained my senses and picked up my two bags. Slowly, as not to fall, I started up the small steps leading into the comfortable home. Once inside I quietly looked around, inspecting my new surroundings. I was after all doomed to stay in this place for the rest of my life. After deciding it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I followed Grandmother's housekeeper up the stairs to my new room.
" 'ere 'tis my dear, the nursery all to your wee little self!" I smiled sarcastically and the annoying woman huffed out of the room.
Finally, alone I looked around. The room was definitely made for children, that of which I no longer was, though I did like the blue and purple coloring covering the walls.
I started unpacking my things, quietly finding a spot for all of which I had brought. After the task of finding room for all of my clothing I pulled out a framed picture of my family. Gazing at it I began to feel tears burning the rims at the rims of my eyes, though quickly realized such feelings and actions were childish and wiped all the small droplets away. After setting the picture down on an almost perfectly sized nightstand I silently laid back onto my new bed and stared at the ceiling trying to figure out why my life had turned out in such a way, although the thoughts quickly filtered away and I was left with the soft soothing blackness of sleep.
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After waking sometime later I found the sky had started to darken a bit. After wondering how long I had been asleep, I decided to take a small journey down the corridor and explore, though my intentions were soon faltered by a somewhat frail, though at the same time beautiful and strongly accented voice.
"Come here, my child. I want to have a look at you." I quickly complied with the voice's request, following the faint light to a room adjacent of my own. Upon entering the room I found my grandmother sitting in a beautifully carved rocking chair, her hair let down and hanging in wonderful golden gray curls and her bright blue eyes shining like sapphires in the light. "My dearest granddaughter, you look so much like you mother." With that she paused, "What is your name child, your full name?"
I looked at her with the utmost respect and finally stated it for her, "Olivia Doira Jane Bennet, Miss Gwendelyn."
"Oh dearest please, just Wendy would be fine." I nodded efficiently and she smiled a smile that could be none other then that of an angel.
"If you wish Miss Gwen…I mean Wendy, you may call me Livvy. Mother and Father always did." I smiled back though not fully and tried to hide this from her, though she quickly took notice to it.
"My child, you mustn't always mourn the past," looking up I gazed into her eyes, "good will come again, you'll see. I can sense your mother's spirit inside of you, my dear Livvy, she would want you to be happy. Now, have a seat and I shall tell you a story child."
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Once done with her story she gently bid me to bed with a kiss and hug, and I quietly left her room retreating to my own pondering the strange yet familiar story she had told. With that I shut my door and flipped off the lights laying myself down for a most needed night's rest.
Reminiscent Destinies: A Peter Pan Tale
Chapter One
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I was a mere twelve years of age when I first met Peter Pan. Although, not a normal twelve year old in any case. I had lost my childhood much earlier in life. After all, my life hadn't been the easiest to live. After losing my mother and father, Jane and Ralph Bennet, to a horrible car accident in the year of '66, I was sent to live with my grandmother Gwendelyn. It wasn't easy being an only child and moving from my home in America -- the place where I had been born and the place I had learned to love -- to the foreign lands, of England.
Upon my arrival, I found the land to be very cold, and chilling to the bone with little sunlight, however, it went unnoticed for the most part. I had become cold myself, wanting nothing to do with anything or anyone. My once soft and joyous heart had started to freeze over with a tarnished, icy chill from the horrific memories of my parent's accident.
Though dreading the moment, I was soon found by my grandmother and her housekeeper and quickly bustled into a car. The ride seemed an eternity though Grandmother had not yet spoken a word, however, her housekeeper kept nit-picking my mind with annoying questions and statements. After many refusals of answer she finally gave up her pursuit of twenty questions and turned to my grandmother.
"Gwendelyn, I don't believe I 'ave ever seen a child s' young…that looked quite s' old!" With that I rolled my eyes and was able, to at the very least, tolerate the rest of the journey in peace.
After what seemed like hours we arrived at our destination, a moderately sized home in the nicer area of London. There were two large bay windows that which for some reason intrigued me, though I couldn't recall why. As I gazed at the looming windowpanes memories of stories before bed, and of my mother and father flooded into my mind, though I quickly dismissed them not wanting them to flow freely ever again.
Finally I regained my senses and picked up my two bags. Slowly, as not to fall, I started up the small steps leading into the comfortable home. Once inside I quietly looked around, inspecting my new surroundings. I was after all doomed to stay in this place for the rest of my life. After deciding it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I followed Grandmother's housekeeper up the stairs to my new room.
" 'ere 'tis my dear, the nursery all to your wee little self!" I smiled sarcastically and the annoying woman huffed out of the room.
Finally, alone I looked around. The room was definitely made for children, that of which I no longer was, though I did like the blue and purple coloring covering the walls.
I started unpacking my things, quietly finding a spot for all of which I had brought. After the task of finding room for all of my clothing I pulled out a framed picture of my family. Gazing at it I began to feel tears burning the rims at the rims of my eyes, though quickly realized such feelings and actions were childish and wiped all the small droplets away. After setting the picture down on an almost perfectly sized nightstand I silently laid back onto my new bed and stared at the ceiling trying to figure out why my life had turned out in such a way, although the thoughts quickly filtered away and I was left with the soft soothing blackness of sleep.
~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#~#
After waking sometime later I found the sky had started to darken a bit. After wondering how long I had been asleep, I decided to take a small journey down the corridor and explore, though my intentions were soon faltered by a somewhat frail, though at the same time beautiful and strongly accented voice.
"Come here, my child. I want to have a look at you." I quickly complied with the voice's request, following the faint light to a room adjacent of my own. Upon entering the room I found my grandmother sitting in a beautifully carved rocking chair, her hair let down and hanging in wonderful golden gray curls and her bright blue eyes shining like sapphires in the light. "My dearest granddaughter, you look so much like you mother." With that she paused, "What is your name child, your full name?"
I looked at her with the utmost respect and finally stated it for her, "Olivia Doira Jane Bennet, Miss Gwendelyn."
"Oh dearest please, just Wendy would be fine." I nodded efficiently and she smiled a smile that could be none other then that of an angel.
"If you wish Miss Gwen…I mean Wendy, you may call me Livvy. Mother and Father always did." I smiled back though not fully and tried to hide this from her, though she quickly took notice to it.
"My child, you mustn't always mourn the past," looking up I gazed into her eyes, "good will come again, you'll see. I can sense your mother's spirit inside of you, my dear Livvy, she would want you to be happy. Now, have a seat and I shall tell you a story child."
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Once done with her story she gently bid me to bed with a kiss and hug, and I quietly left her room retreating to my own pondering the strange yet familiar story she had told. With that I shut my door and flipped off the lights laying myself down for a most needed night's rest.