Peter Pan: Angel of Love Pt. 1
Description- Based on the 1953 Peter Pan movie. No story description; it's a surprise. Rated M for later chapters. (Italics= narrator)
Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan; heck, even if I did, I wouldn't be able to make the timeless classical tale of romance and adventure any more exciting than it already is.
Chapter 1- A girl named Wendy
It's a dark night in the city of London. The United States has just entered into World War Two against Germany. The first stars have just appeared in the midnight sky and if you were in the city at this time, you would think you have just seen a shooting star. You close your eyes and make a wish as the gentle night breeze sweeps over you, giving you an inner sense of peace and security.
The house was on the corner of Bloomsbury and Tenth Street. The house's exterior consisted mostly of bricks and a little cobblestone. Its interior consisted of four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a nursery where three children slept. There were two boys and one girl in the family besides the mother and father, with the girl being the oldest of the three children.
The two boys, Michael and John, had been listening to their sister Wendy tell wonderful stories to them since they were babies. The stories all centered on the same person- Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up. Their parents had kept telling them that Peter Pan was not real; but the boys and their sister believed that he existed anyway, which only served to tick off their parents.
Anyway, Michael and John were playing with wooden swords in the nursery. Michael was dressed in a UK Nightshirt and was obviously supportive of the British Army. John was completely different, dressed in a simple buttoned pajama top. Their mother walked in the door.
Mother tucked John and Michael into bed. "Mother!" Michael called out. "What is it dear?" Mother asked. "Buried treasure." Michael said, opening his palm to reveal a pair of golden earrings that he presumed belonged to Wendy. Michael dropped the earrings into Mother's hand. Mother kissed John and Michael good-night and closed the door. Mother and Father walked out of the house and down the street.
A shadowy figure watched as the parents made their way down the street. It jumped to the window and peered into the room. Wendy, John, and Michael were already asleep. The figure opened the window, still concealed in the night's shadow.
A light emitted from the figure and flew into the dog house on the floor. "Tink, is it there?" The figure now revealed to be a boy, asked. The pixie gave a nod in response. The boy cupped his chin with his hand. "It must be here somewhere." He said. He suddenly started rummaging through a toy treasure chest but didn't find anything.
"Tink, help me find my shadow. Shadow? Where are you?" The boy asked. A shadow appeared on the far wall. The boy leapt at it instantly and the shadow flew toward the window. The boy flew toward the shadow and tackled it to the ground, unintentionally crashing into a chest of drawers and sending its contents everywhere.
A girl in the room, dressed in a blue nightgown, sat up in bed, having been awakened by the crash. "Peter Pan!" She yelled, seeing the boy lying on the floor. "You know me?" Peter asked, getting to his feet.
The girl starred into Peter's green eyes. She reached out to him in an attempted kiss. The fairy sprang to life, shooting in front of both of them. "It's alright Tinkerbell… I think." Peter said.
"I'm so excited that you're here. I think I'll give you a kiss." The girl said. "What's a kiss?" Peter asked. "Let me show you what a kiss is" The girl said, bringing her lips to his own. Peter liked the feeling of it. "Who are you?" Peter asked when they broke apart. "Wendy Darling." Wendy said.
Peter gave Wendy a round object. "What's this?" Wendy asked, starring at the object in bewilderment. "It's a thimble. It will serve as a reminder of something." Peter said. "Like my love for you?" Wendy asked. "What's love?" Peter asked.
Wendy beamed, completely astonished that Peter had no idea what she was talking about. She put her hands on her hips, trying to come up with an answer. She couldn't find one.
"Your parents aren't the nicest people on Earth are they?" Peter asked. "No, they aren't. Mother and Father keep telling us to "Grow up." I never want to grow up." Wendy said. "Come away to Neverland. You will never grow up there; you can leave your parents behind and be youthful forever." Peter said.
"I'll come, on one condition." Wendy said after a moment of thought. "What?" Peter asked. "Let my brothers come as well." Wendy said. "Alright. Tink, do your magic." Peter said. The fairy flew over Wendy, John, and Michael, showering them with pixie dust. John and Michael were awake instantly and screamed as they flew into the air. Peter flew out the window, the three Darling children in pursuit.