A/N: Maggie, an orphan, has a strange and wonderful gift. Some say she has a wonderful gift of storytelling, but no one really knows how magical it is...except for a famous Mouse who needs her help in saving the worlds of Disney!

This is just something I'm trying out...if you like it, I will add the rest of what I've written so far!!
I do not own anything from Disney!!!

Now, sit back, relax...and enjoy The Storyteller! *hugs*

Once Upon a Time, in a place far away...

That's how all fairytales begin. Always somewhere far away, taking place in a castle with talking animals or moving clocks or a cottage with friendly animals or tiny men. Sometimes, fairytales would take you oceans far away, or to lands you never dreamed possible; that with happy thoughts, you could fly higher than the clouds. Other times, however, they would take you to places that would remind you of your worst nightmare. You would have to fight villains, save the world somehow, and even find out that you can go the distance, if you truly believe in yourself.

However, our story is somewhere else...the place where it all begins.

Maggie turned for what seemed like the hundredth time in her bed, unable to sleep. Even with the soft snores from the other orphan girls, she was far too nervous to sleep. Not even one of her fairytales could keep her mind distracted from the fact that Adoption Day was the next day. She sat up quietly in her bed, and fixed her long, light brown hair in a ponytail. Even though her bed was the farthest from the only door in the twelve-bedded room, she loved the fact that her small twin bed was the closest to the large window, complete with a cushioned bench to sit on. Reaching past the side of her bed, she felt around the hardwood floor until she felt her homemade compartment she cut out three years ago on her tenth birthday. Tomorrow would make it her thirteenth birthday, not that it really mattered to her that she wasn't the eldest of the girls. When she found her compartment in the dark, she pried it open and felt around for a box of matches and a candle. Having successfully finding both, she placed them on her bed, and opened the matchbox.

"Last match." she grumbled to herself, making a mental note to steal more matchboxes and small candlesticks from the kitchen. With great ease, she struck the match against the box, causing the match to burst into life, and shared its light with the candlestick. Blowing out the match, she closed her compartment and tiptoed toward the window, candlestick guiding the way. She sat on the padded bench, and looked at the cloudy sky. "Come on," she whispered hopefully, "I know you're there."

Sure enough, as she said that, the clouds started to move, revealing a small opening and a brilliantly shining star. Seeing the star, she closed her eyes and recited the popular poem:

Starlight, Star bright

First star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might,

Have the wish I wish tonight....

Before she could make her wish, she heard a familiar yawn, followed by the creaking of the wooden floor. Without turning around, she made room for Stacy, the eldest of the girls, and Maggie's only friend.

"Can't sleep?" Stacy muttered, sitting next to Maggie and placing her head on Maggie's shoulder.

Maggie shook her head. "I'm scared for tomorrow. What if we--?"

Stacy placed her hand over her friend's mouth. "Shh!! Don't say it! Just keep thinking it won't happen...Sister Maria wouldn't allow it!"

Maggie smirked. "She wouldn't allow me to swipe candles and matches from the kitchen, but I still do. Come on, Stace, it's not like everything I say comes true. Still," Maggie hugged her best friend. Her only friend. "What if we DO get separated? I don't know what I'd do if I lost you too." Tears formed in her crystal blue eyes. She would never let any of the girls see her cry, save for Stacy and Sister Maria, but only because Sister Maria would walk in and catch a tear running down her suntanned cheeks.

Stacy sighed and patted Maggie's back for comfort. "Just think positive. Remember what you'd say to baby Susie? If you believe in your dreams, anything can happen!" Stacy reassured Maggie. As if on cue, little Susie got out of bed and headed for the two girls by the window.

"Just because I'm only six and a half, doesn't make me a baby." Susie protested, standing behind Maggie. "Maggie, I can't sleep...can you tell me another bedtime story?"

"That's my cue," Stacy sighed, giving Maggie one last loving hug. "Everything will be okay, Mags...I promise." With that, Stacy left the bench and walked back to bed, falling asleep easily. Susie soon sat on the cushioned bench and laid down on her back, her head on Maggie's lap, her usual position.

"Tell me a Peter Pan story." Susie pleaded. "I like how he flies. Tell me how he flies again?"

Maggie let out a quiet, playful gasp. "You don't remember?" Susie shook her head, eyes widened with worry that she forgot. Maggie laughed softly. "It's alright. All you have to do, is think of a happy though. Mermaids, princesses..."

"Having a family?" Susie asked.

Maggie paused, and looked back up to the sky. "Yes. A family is a very happy thought. Now all you need is a happy thought, and pixie dust to fly. But Peter! He had his best friend, Tinkerbell...and he was never sad. He was always happy," she gazed down at Susie, whose eyes lit with wonder and curiosity, "Happy thoughts lift you up, that's why it's so easy for Peter to fly around all the time. When he wasn't with the Lost Boys--other boys who had no families and found their way to Neverland, he would spy on Captain Hook.

"You see, Captain Hook hated Peter Pan for cutting off his right hand and feeding it to the crocodile-"

"The one with the clock?"

"Yes, Susie. Ever since that day, the crocodile has followed Captain Hook, and Captain Hook has sworn to have his revenge on Peter Pan. One day, Peter Pan was floating high in the clouds, and was spying on Captain Hook's ship..."

"There he is! LOAD THE CANNONS!" Captain James Hook screamed at his crew, pointing to the sky with his right hook. Sure enough, behind a small cloud was Peter Pan, his dark eyes dazzling with delight as he flew downward to torment and torture the crazy minded Captain.

"Here I am, Captain Hook!" Peter laughed playfully, circling around The Jolly Rodger. Captain Hook followed his flying target with his gleaming hook, while the other men followed with the cannon. Just then, Peter got caught in one of the ship's nets! Panic striking him for the first time, he desperately tried reaching for his dagger in his belt loop with his fingertips. The crew realized they had a perfect shot of Peter Pan! The men were whooping with excitement and thought of how proud their Captain would be. Just as they got ready to light the fuse, Peter realized the dilemma.

He was an easy target when he wasn't flying....

A/n: What can I say? I'm a cliffhanger fan! What do you think so far? :)