A mother looks lovingly down at her two children. Her husband walks up and smiles at her.
"Aren't they beautiful darling?" the father nods and looks proudly at his kids.
"They will be the most sophisticated children in London. They will go to all the best schools and meet all the most famous scholars." The mother nods and sighs happily.
"And my beautiful son, he will be a master of the arts. Music and painting will be his passion..." The dad wrinkles his nose up and frowns.
"Music? For my son? Oh no... He will be civilized, no time for such foolery as music." The mother frowns.
"But surely you think that he should have some talent in the arts, look at his fingers, they are long, made for painting and playing instruments. And he has already started murmuring. He will be a singer for sure." The dad shakes his head sternly.
"No! No son of mine will associate with any nonsense as the arts. He will study hard and perhaps become a doctor or a lawyer, never a musician. Now Susan you must understand this. Our daughter can take up the arts if you wish but not my first born son." The mother sighs and looks at her sweet little son.
"Very well, Peter will not be a musician, but Florissa will be."
She walks out and the father follows her. The small baby boy in the silk cradle rustles. He looks up and frowns. He didn't understand everything his parents said but he knew that he didn't want to be anything they said he should be. Growing up sounded scary, and troublesome. Grown ups were always arguing and shouting. Being a kid seemed more fun. He saw older kids laughing and playing outside and he wanted to be like them forever. He scrambles up and clings onto his cradle to steady himself. He slowly lifts his stubby legs over the side and climbs down to the floor. He crawls toward the door, passing by his year old sister asleep in her cradle. He sighs and crawls up to the door. He looks up at the knob way up over his head. He frowns, wishing he was taller. Being two had its disadvantages, height being the worse. He crawls back towards his cradle, giving up. He passes by a window and notices a light. Curious, he crawls to the window. The light flickers and then hides behind a plant box. He giggles quietly and crawls onto the ledge by the window. The light peaks out from behind a tulip and watches him. He pokes at the window and giggles again as the light hides. He pushes on the door more and realizes it's unlocked. He smiles and opens it, then looks for the light. It flies up to his face, landing on his nose. He blinks and realizes it's a tiny girl. He smiles and speaks one of the only words he's learned so far.
"Ello...g-girl"
The girl laughs, making a sound like bells. She smiles at him and waves at him. He giggles and picks her up carefully by her wings. Then he blinks and realizes she has wings.
"G-girl go-ot weegs..."
The girl laughs again and escapes from his loose grasp. She nods to him and spins around in the air. He giggles and leans back to watch her. He leans back to far over the edge and slips off the window sill. He gasps and tries to hang onto something but he falls anyways. He starts crying but then stops falling. He looks around and realizes he is floating in the air. He looks up and finds the girl above him, a worried look on her face. He smiles and stands up in the air. He spins around and flies up to his window sill. The girl follows him and jingles again. This time he hears a small girlish voice.
"Oh thank goodness you are ok, I'm glad that worked, and I thought you were a goner... That was close..." He blinks and looks at her he points at her and gasps.
"Girl talk?" The girl looks at him confused.
"Wait, you understand me?" The boy nods and then the girl gasps. "I- I can't believe it, you understand me! That's so cool! My name is Tinker Bell, what's yours?" The boy points to himself and smiles.
"I Peta" The girl laughs and lands on his red shaggy hair.
"Peter? That's a nice name, so Peter, do you like flying?" the boy nods and floats a little higher into the air. The girl looks at him and then frowns. "Wait, I only gave you enough pixie dust to get you back to the window... How are you still flying?" The boy shrugs and does a somersault in the air happily. The girl blinks and then smiles. "I think you're special Peter... You can understand me, and you can fly... Without dust... Peter you should come with me... I know a place where you can fly all day long." The boy lands back on the window sill and frowns.
"But I don't want to... Want to... Go up!"
The girl sighs and then understands.
"Grow up? You don't grow up where I'm from. It's called Neverland... I at least haven't aged any, come on Peter, let me show you..."
She grabs his pinky and pulls, he follows her into the air and she flies up to a bright star. At the last second she turns to her right and into a smaller star. Peter blinks and when he opens his eyes finds himself among clouds. He flies through the clouds, following the light girl. He pops out of the clouds and looks below him. He smiles as he sees an island. The island has a huge waterfall in the middle and several coves and bays, a huge mountain rises up in the back and a skull shaped rock looms in the distance. He giggles and lands on a fluffy cloud. He smiles and the girl lands on his head again.
"Pretty isn't it? Let me show you around Peter..."
Peter knew this place was magical, and he couldn't wait to explore it...