The Boy Lost
Note before reading I feel it my duty to fill in a few small details which I think may help in your reading process. This particular story takes place before Peter meets Wendy. It is even before Peter cuts off Hook's hand.at least for a while it is. Yes, eventually you will hear the grand tale of how Hook lost his hand...aren't you lucky? I also will tell you this. For those of you who have read the book, I tried to write this somewhat in JM Barrie's style, to help keep the magic that he trapped within that book. I hope you like this, and don't think I'm stretching too far, by bringing in the character I have created. If you've seen Hook, or the new Pan movie you will understand where she comes from, though she's not exactly ever spoken of by Barrie. Now, without any further ado, and before you yourselves grow up, I give you The Boy Lost.
Prologue *the beginning*
All children grow up save one. Peter Pan. Now you may have heard his name before, an echo of laughter left over when the night is gone. It is he that is the heart of childhood, for he never grows up. He lives in the Neverland where dreams do lie, and he never has an unhappy thought except once.
He ran away from home as a small child because even then he knew he could never grow up, he wanted always to be a little boy and have fun. When he first went to the Neverland the fairies taught him to fly. Now, don't say what I know you are thinking for it is true, fairies do exist, and Peter is their friend. The boy who flies is he; he rides the back of the wind, and races the breeze. One night when he was younger than still he is, he flew home to his very own window. That window had long been closed to him, and as he floated unnoticed outside of the window a strange and sad sight befell his eyes. Not only was the window closed, but his parents had completely forgotten about him, or so it seemed. In the hands of his mother was a child, a small baby girl. Mother rocked her baby girl, and sang softly to her as Father watched on, a smile in his eyes. Peter's mouth hung open just a bit revealing the first teeth that he would always be blessed with. The realization quickly came to him that no matter how much he should have liked to feel his mother's touch one last time, it would never be his to have. So with the sad thoughts quickly fleeting his mind, Peter turned and flew far away from that window back to the Neverland, where he quickly forgot all about a mother, and father.
Chapter 1: Murky Waters
Well, Peter left the Neverland many times in his long youth, but never again returned to that window. Whether this was by choice or simply forgetfulness is only Peter's secret to tell. One night, the one on which our tale begins Peter was floating leisurely on his back high above London town, when a cry echoed in his ears.
"I don't care how old I am, I don't want to grow up!" Peter sat up in the air, and looked at TinkerBell, his fairy, and cocked an eyebrow. Then, rolling over, he followed the remnants of the voice to a window that had been left open.
The girl wasn't old, perhaps the same age as Peter, if he hadn't stopped growing.. He tilted his head, and watched the odd scene before him.
"Elizabeth, you are twelve years old, it is time for you to grow up." The words came from a tall, somewhat burly man, with a small mustache.
"I'm afraid your father is right. It is really time for you to start acting your age. You don't pay attention in school, and we're always getting letters from your teacher, this behavior is simply not acceptable." The girl's blue eyes flashed.
"I don't care!! Why can't I do things in my own time?" She flung her arms around like a ruffled goose, causing Peter to laugh. The father looked sharply at the window, but Peter had slid under the small balcony; just in time too for the mother had walked quietly over, and pulled the tall windows shut.
Peter glanced up at the woman as she lingered in the cool night air. Did he know that face? Surely not, but still it seemed all too familiar. He lifted lightly up to his previous position, and watched curiously. He seemed to know that woman's face, but it was impossible, he didn't know any grown ups.
"Elizabeth." The mother touched the girl's face gently. "We. your father and I, have already lost one child, only to be blessed with another. Please, do this for us, if not yourself." The girl finally broke, and began crying. Peter was outraged, they made her cry! That's why he didn't want parents. The parents glanced at each other and then left the room.
The girl sat alone for many minutes, then jumped up and ran toward the window. She flung the doors open hard, and yelled into the night, Peter listening now from above.
"Why?! Why did you leave little brother? Now they expect everything of me!! You've done me a great injustice, and if I ever." Her threat was cut short by a sudden scream. Peter had flown down from the room and was looking at her hard. Peter knew this face too! The eyes, why. they were his! The bedroom door burst open suddenly, and Peter dashed out of view yet again.
"What is it Elizabeth?" The mother was breathing hard, the father right behind her.
"What in the blazes is going on in here?" The girl looked back toward the window, her eyes wide, and then turned back to her parents.
"I-I thought I had a spider on me." Her eyes were quite innocent, and the parents were quite willing to believe. The father turned and stormed out of the room ranting about 'girls' and the mother gently touched her daughter's face.
"Elizabeth, we only want what's best for you." Elizabeth nodded, and glanced back toward the window. Had she been imagining things? No, the boys eyes...yes, they were far too real, too familiar. Her mother left the room, and after a few moments Elizabeth walked back to the window. The boy was gone. Elizabeth sighed, and turned to her bed. She lay down and dreamed many dreams. She was flying high above the air, and then the boy, the same boy was looking down at her in her sleep. No! She wasn't dreaming, it was real, she could hear him breathing. In one quick motion Elizabeth's eyes snapped open, and she grabbed the boy's wrist.
"Gottcha!" Peter pulled back, his feet lifting off the ground.
"So you can fly!" Elizabeth now had a dagger held under her throat.Peter could be quite jumpy sometimes..
"Yes. I can." He then sheathed the dagger, and Elizabeth let go of him. Peter looked at the girl for he was still quite puzzled by her resemblance to him. He had only seen his reflection a few times, but it was now fresh in his mind, as he peered into her looking glass upon entering the room. Elizabeth sat in her bed, and watched Peter's face. "What troubles you boy?" Peter lifted his head, and placed his hands firmly on his hips. Elizabeth laughed causing Peter to look down at himself, searchingly. "Why do you laugh, I could cut your throat." His threat only made the girl laugh all the harder. Peter's eyebrow was now stretched up in an awkward face of disbelief and confusion. At her continued mock Peter moved quickly, and again had the dagger at her throat. "You are a strange boy aren't you?" Peter looked again at her eyes, and put the dagger away. "I suppose, but then you are a strange girl. Not many people would laugh when faced with death. Why are your eyes like that?" Elizabeth touched her face self consciously. "Like what?" "Like mine." Elizabeth now looked hard at the boy, and then gasped. "You're right..our eyes are the same." Peter rolled his eyes, for he had known this all along. "I know they are the same, but why?" "I don't know. What is your name boy?" Peter stood straight taking his former stance, hands on hips. "Peter. Peter Pan." Elizabeth gasped, which startled Peter causing him to pull out his dagger. "Your name is Peter?" The boy nodded. "I had a brother named Peter.but he is no longer alive, or at least I guess he is not. He disappeared long before I was born. Peter looked at her eyes.those eyes, the mother's eyes, the window, it was all one very muddy picture, but Peter thought he knew what the picture was. The mother, her kind face that was the face of his own mother whom he abandoned all those years ago she was different now of course, but it was still his mother. And this girl, she was the baby in the window. Peter backed up quickly, the picture becoming clear. Home, he had flown home without even realizing it. No!! This was not his home, his home was with the lost boys, but still.. "My name is Elizabeth." "I know. I was listening to your parents." "Oh." Elizabeth looked at her feet. "Where do you live Peter?" "Second star to the right and straight on till morning." Elizabeth smiled. It all seemed so fantastical to her. "It must be wonderful to live in a star." "I don't live in a star, it's the Neverland." Peter was now rummaging about her room, pilfering in things he'd not seen before. Elizabeth was watching him, and biting her lip. "Take me there." Peter looked up, and smiled. Elizabeth stared, that smile was her own. Not only were their eyes the same, they could be twins if she didn't know better which of course she did. "Hmm, stand up. Let me see you." Peter liked this girl's attitude. She was a lot like him, only a girl. She was the same height as him, and had the same color of hair. "Ay, I shall take you if you wish. In Neverland, you'll never grow up." "Good." Elizabeth smiled, a smile that was somewhat sneaky and yet very honest if that makes any sense. Suddenly a ball of golden light burst through the window, and flew toward Elizabeth. Then the light stopped, in front of her face. Elizabeth's eyes opened wide. Why a fairy surprised her I do not know, for she was already making plans to fly away to a Neverland which is far more fantastic than the existence of fairies. The fairy darted toward Peter making the sound of small bells. Peter nodded, and then translated. "She says you look like me. She says we're twins, but I don't know what twins are, so that's impossible." The fairy pulled his hair, and jingled some more. "She says I've been to this window before.she says its my window too, but that's not possible either because I don't have a window." You see Peter had already begun to forget that he thought that the girl was the babe he had seen all those years ago. Peter never had a need for a memory, so he forgot things quite quickly. "I think your fairy friend is right Peter. My parents lost a child named Peter.and you do look so much like me.." TinkerBell flitted toward Elizabeth and pulled her hair, then looked into her eyes. A rapid jingling then resulted. Peter shook his head, and then smiled. "Alright Lizzy lady you shall come to the Neverland where you'll never have to grow up. You shall be my sister as Tink has decided you must be. I've never had a sister before. This shall be a tremendous game, I can feel it." After commanding Peter to turn around, Elizabeth quickly changed into the only pair of pants she owned, a brown pair which came to just under knees, and a loose white shirt, with huge sleeves. She often called it her pirate shirt. Once allowed to turn back around Peter sprinkled Elizabeth with fairy dust, and taught her to fly. "One happy thought will lift you off the ground." Elizabeth closed her eyes, and suddenly rose off the floor. "Amazing!" She then looked around cautiously. She hadn't realized the racket that Peter and her had been making. "Footsteps! Dash it all. Peter, lets go." Peter nodded, grabbing her hand, and then whisked her away into the night, the window nothing more than another memory lost in the winds that they flew upon.
Note before reading I feel it my duty to fill in a few small details which I think may help in your reading process. This particular story takes place before Peter meets Wendy. It is even before Peter cuts off Hook's hand.at least for a while it is. Yes, eventually you will hear the grand tale of how Hook lost his hand...aren't you lucky? I also will tell you this. For those of you who have read the book, I tried to write this somewhat in JM Barrie's style, to help keep the magic that he trapped within that book. I hope you like this, and don't think I'm stretching too far, by bringing in the character I have created. If you've seen Hook, or the new Pan movie you will understand where she comes from, though she's not exactly ever spoken of by Barrie. Now, without any further ado, and before you yourselves grow up, I give you The Boy Lost.
Prologue *the beginning*
All children grow up save one. Peter Pan. Now you may have heard his name before, an echo of laughter left over when the night is gone. It is he that is the heart of childhood, for he never grows up. He lives in the Neverland where dreams do lie, and he never has an unhappy thought except once.
He ran away from home as a small child because even then he knew he could never grow up, he wanted always to be a little boy and have fun. When he first went to the Neverland the fairies taught him to fly. Now, don't say what I know you are thinking for it is true, fairies do exist, and Peter is their friend. The boy who flies is he; he rides the back of the wind, and races the breeze. One night when he was younger than still he is, he flew home to his very own window. That window had long been closed to him, and as he floated unnoticed outside of the window a strange and sad sight befell his eyes. Not only was the window closed, but his parents had completely forgotten about him, or so it seemed. In the hands of his mother was a child, a small baby girl. Mother rocked her baby girl, and sang softly to her as Father watched on, a smile in his eyes. Peter's mouth hung open just a bit revealing the first teeth that he would always be blessed with. The realization quickly came to him that no matter how much he should have liked to feel his mother's touch one last time, it would never be his to have. So with the sad thoughts quickly fleeting his mind, Peter turned and flew far away from that window back to the Neverland, where he quickly forgot all about a mother, and father.
Chapter 1: Murky Waters
Well, Peter left the Neverland many times in his long youth, but never again returned to that window. Whether this was by choice or simply forgetfulness is only Peter's secret to tell. One night, the one on which our tale begins Peter was floating leisurely on his back high above London town, when a cry echoed in his ears.
"I don't care how old I am, I don't want to grow up!" Peter sat up in the air, and looked at TinkerBell, his fairy, and cocked an eyebrow. Then, rolling over, he followed the remnants of the voice to a window that had been left open.
The girl wasn't old, perhaps the same age as Peter, if he hadn't stopped growing.. He tilted his head, and watched the odd scene before him.
"Elizabeth, you are twelve years old, it is time for you to grow up." The words came from a tall, somewhat burly man, with a small mustache.
"I'm afraid your father is right. It is really time for you to start acting your age. You don't pay attention in school, and we're always getting letters from your teacher, this behavior is simply not acceptable." The girl's blue eyes flashed.
"I don't care!! Why can't I do things in my own time?" She flung her arms around like a ruffled goose, causing Peter to laugh. The father looked sharply at the window, but Peter had slid under the small balcony; just in time too for the mother had walked quietly over, and pulled the tall windows shut.
Peter glanced up at the woman as she lingered in the cool night air. Did he know that face? Surely not, but still it seemed all too familiar. He lifted lightly up to his previous position, and watched curiously. He seemed to know that woman's face, but it was impossible, he didn't know any grown ups.
"Elizabeth." The mother touched the girl's face gently. "We. your father and I, have already lost one child, only to be blessed with another. Please, do this for us, if not yourself." The girl finally broke, and began crying. Peter was outraged, they made her cry! That's why he didn't want parents. The parents glanced at each other and then left the room.
The girl sat alone for many minutes, then jumped up and ran toward the window. She flung the doors open hard, and yelled into the night, Peter listening now from above.
"Why?! Why did you leave little brother? Now they expect everything of me!! You've done me a great injustice, and if I ever." Her threat was cut short by a sudden scream. Peter had flown down from the room and was looking at her hard. Peter knew this face too! The eyes, why. they were his! The bedroom door burst open suddenly, and Peter dashed out of view yet again.
"What is it Elizabeth?" The mother was breathing hard, the father right behind her.
"What in the blazes is going on in here?" The girl looked back toward the window, her eyes wide, and then turned back to her parents.
"I-I thought I had a spider on me." Her eyes were quite innocent, and the parents were quite willing to believe. The father turned and stormed out of the room ranting about 'girls' and the mother gently touched her daughter's face.
"Elizabeth, we only want what's best for you." Elizabeth nodded, and glanced back toward the window. Had she been imagining things? No, the boys eyes...yes, they were far too real, too familiar. Her mother left the room, and after a few moments Elizabeth walked back to the window. The boy was gone. Elizabeth sighed, and turned to her bed. She lay down and dreamed many dreams. She was flying high above the air, and then the boy, the same boy was looking down at her in her sleep. No! She wasn't dreaming, it was real, she could hear him breathing. In one quick motion Elizabeth's eyes snapped open, and she grabbed the boy's wrist.
"Gottcha!" Peter pulled back, his feet lifting off the ground.
"So you can fly!" Elizabeth now had a dagger held under her throat.Peter could be quite jumpy sometimes..
"Yes. I can." He then sheathed the dagger, and Elizabeth let go of him. Peter looked at the girl for he was still quite puzzled by her resemblance to him. He had only seen his reflection a few times, but it was now fresh in his mind, as he peered into her looking glass upon entering the room. Elizabeth sat in her bed, and watched Peter's face. "What troubles you boy?" Peter lifted his head, and placed his hands firmly on his hips. Elizabeth laughed causing Peter to look down at himself, searchingly. "Why do you laugh, I could cut your throat." His threat only made the girl laugh all the harder. Peter's eyebrow was now stretched up in an awkward face of disbelief and confusion. At her continued mock Peter moved quickly, and again had the dagger at her throat. "You are a strange boy aren't you?" Peter looked again at her eyes, and put the dagger away. "I suppose, but then you are a strange girl. Not many people would laugh when faced with death. Why are your eyes like that?" Elizabeth touched her face self consciously. "Like what?" "Like mine." Elizabeth now looked hard at the boy, and then gasped. "You're right..our eyes are the same." Peter rolled his eyes, for he had known this all along. "I know they are the same, but why?" "I don't know. What is your name boy?" Peter stood straight taking his former stance, hands on hips. "Peter. Peter Pan." Elizabeth gasped, which startled Peter causing him to pull out his dagger. "Your name is Peter?" The boy nodded. "I had a brother named Peter.but he is no longer alive, or at least I guess he is not. He disappeared long before I was born. Peter looked at her eyes.those eyes, the mother's eyes, the window, it was all one very muddy picture, but Peter thought he knew what the picture was. The mother, her kind face that was the face of his own mother whom he abandoned all those years ago she was different now of course, but it was still his mother. And this girl, she was the baby in the window. Peter backed up quickly, the picture becoming clear. Home, he had flown home without even realizing it. No!! This was not his home, his home was with the lost boys, but still.. "My name is Elizabeth." "I know. I was listening to your parents." "Oh." Elizabeth looked at her feet. "Where do you live Peter?" "Second star to the right and straight on till morning." Elizabeth smiled. It all seemed so fantastical to her. "It must be wonderful to live in a star." "I don't live in a star, it's the Neverland." Peter was now rummaging about her room, pilfering in things he'd not seen before. Elizabeth was watching him, and biting her lip. "Take me there." Peter looked up, and smiled. Elizabeth stared, that smile was her own. Not only were their eyes the same, they could be twins if she didn't know better which of course she did. "Hmm, stand up. Let me see you." Peter liked this girl's attitude. She was a lot like him, only a girl. She was the same height as him, and had the same color of hair. "Ay, I shall take you if you wish. In Neverland, you'll never grow up." "Good." Elizabeth smiled, a smile that was somewhat sneaky and yet very honest if that makes any sense. Suddenly a ball of golden light burst through the window, and flew toward Elizabeth. Then the light stopped, in front of her face. Elizabeth's eyes opened wide. Why a fairy surprised her I do not know, for she was already making plans to fly away to a Neverland which is far more fantastic than the existence of fairies. The fairy darted toward Peter making the sound of small bells. Peter nodded, and then translated. "She says you look like me. She says we're twins, but I don't know what twins are, so that's impossible." The fairy pulled his hair, and jingled some more. "She says I've been to this window before.she says its my window too, but that's not possible either because I don't have a window." You see Peter had already begun to forget that he thought that the girl was the babe he had seen all those years ago. Peter never had a need for a memory, so he forgot things quite quickly. "I think your fairy friend is right Peter. My parents lost a child named Peter.and you do look so much like me.." TinkerBell flitted toward Elizabeth and pulled her hair, then looked into her eyes. A rapid jingling then resulted. Peter shook his head, and then smiled. "Alright Lizzy lady you shall come to the Neverland where you'll never have to grow up. You shall be my sister as Tink has decided you must be. I've never had a sister before. This shall be a tremendous game, I can feel it." After commanding Peter to turn around, Elizabeth quickly changed into the only pair of pants she owned, a brown pair which came to just under knees, and a loose white shirt, with huge sleeves. She often called it her pirate shirt. Once allowed to turn back around Peter sprinkled Elizabeth with fairy dust, and taught her to fly. "One happy thought will lift you off the ground." Elizabeth closed her eyes, and suddenly rose off the floor. "Amazing!" She then looked around cautiously. She hadn't realized the racket that Peter and her had been making. "Footsteps! Dash it all. Peter, lets go." Peter nodded, grabbing her hand, and then whisked her away into the night, the window nothing more than another memory lost in the winds that they flew upon.