A/N: Ok so this is my first story (for Fan Fiction) I hope you guys like it and please review it and help me in any way that you can. Tell me about my grammar mistakes and if the description is too much/little (i put too many descriptive words sometimes haha) I'll update it as much as I can. I know it's a bit short but I promise the actual chapters will be much longer. Thanks! Enjoy!~
Prologue
The wood became uncofortably scratchy underneath the golden haired boy, clad in green. His thick furrowed brows were knitted together, lines of worry creasing his forehead which was covered in cold sweat.
His lips were pressed together into a thin line. The boy's waterfall blue eyes were clouded with worry. He rubbed his smooth chin with his pale hand.
His mind was cluttered with thoughts, it gave him a huge headache. The boy's troubled eyes wandered warily around the massive hideout, there was a hole, which was home to a dim yellow light, the fairy, also his tiny loyal partner, Tinker Bell.
There was a makeshift curtain made with leaves, leading to the Lost Boys' snoring bodies, covered in animal skins. The boy, also the leader of the Lost Boys smirked at the thought of their numerous adventures together.
At the thought of them, a new wave of depression washed over the green, leaf covered boy. His now murky grey eyes drifted to the 'window.' The glowing, arched moon glared down on him, casting an eerie light on his thin, pale face.
The boy stood up then, grabbing a small, shiny dagger and putting it in its sheath. He then grabbed a tattered, crumpled piece of paper that was sitting at the side of his wooden "throne."
The boy quickly leapt out of the hideout and flew away, without a second glance at his beloved home tree.
Fighting back tears, he looked down at the yellowed piece of paper in his hand,
Dear Pan,
Do you wonder why I have taken my valuable time out of my pirating life to write to you? Guess who is on my ship, tied to the stern, ready to be fed to the hungry crocodile you had so generously fed my hand to. Wendy Angela Moira Darling. I do hope you want to see her again for she seems to want to see you. She is so very annoying, shouting out your name over and over. If you want to save her, I shall see you at her world at the strike of midnight, not a second before or after. See you soon, Peter Pan.
Sincerely,
Captain James Hook
Anger welled up inside of Peter, his hand shaking violently. It was close to midnight as he quickly dashed right out of the second star to the right, Never Land.