Hi, this story has been nagging at me forever; I just had to write it! I know at times the plot may be a little confusing but bare with me because I have amazing things planned for the future! If you have any questions I will be happy to answer them.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm trying my best to catch them all. I do not own OUAT (although I wish I did).

I hope you enjoy!

- Third Person POV -

Peter seized up as Malcolm's consciousness finally left his mind. Yet again, his body had been forced to collect more lost boys. Peter hated Malcolm with a burning passion. It had been many years since Malcolm had forced Peter to Neverland. Malcolm was nice at first, treating him as a brother, showing him that he had magic and how to use it. Not long after that Malcolm cast a spell on him, a kind of contract that let Malcolm possess him, bind his magic, and use it for evil purposes. The only time he ever had to himself was at night while Malcolm slept and the few minuets where Malcolm had business he did not want Peter to hear. It was a troubling existence, Malcolm was weak and relied on Peter's magic to survive and keep looking for the Heart of the Truest Believer. Peter had tried to escape many times. Each attempt was stopped by the contract, teleporting him back every time he tried to run. Over the years he had discovered loopholes in the spell, occasionally leaving for a while but always returning to not get caught.

He was about to return to Neverland when a voice brought him out of his thoughts. Peter looked up to see a strange woman. She was dressed in rags. Ugly stiches covered her eye sockets; he wondered how her missing eyes have been removed.

"Peter Pan" The strange woman said, "I was wondering when I would get the pleasure of meeting you."

"Who are you?" Peter questioned in a skeptical manner.

"Who am I? I believe the question that you want to be asking me is when will you be free of Malcolm." The woman answered knowingly.

Her comment instantly sparked Peters interest, "How did you?-"

"I am the Seer, Peter Pan. I know all past, present and future."

"If you are who you say you are, then what is my future," Peter asked, a little bit afraid of what the answer might be.

"Yours my dear, has much sorrow and longing." She began, "That is, if don't find your soul mate."

He was quiet for a moment. Peter had never believed in things such as love, or soul mates but if it could let him be free of Malcolm he would try anything.

"Who is she? How can I find her?" Peter pleaded desperately.

"Take my hand and you shall see."

The Seer extended her hand to Peter. He was shocked to see one of her missing eyes was inside of her palm. Still confused, and a little bit grossed out, he placed his hand on the Seer's. Vibrant images flashed before his eyes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a white gown, late 1800's, her seventeenth birthday, Peter could perfectly see it all. This was the person he was destined to be with. He felt a strange ache in his chest at the sight of her.

"What is her name?"

"Whendy Daysaid." The Seer explained, "I hope you will use this knowledge to free yourself,"

"I will never forget this." Peter stated gratefully, "Thank you."

"I'm certain you won't." The Seer replied with a small smile. "Goodbye Peter Pan, I hope we meet again."

Just as quickly as she appeared, she left.

For many decades he spent any free time he was not possessed trying to find her. After seventy years with no luck, Peter finally found her. Whendy lived in a large manor in the center of England. Earth was the last realm he checked because of the low population of magical beings. When he first saw her he expected to see the girl that the Seer showed him but she was a child.

Seeing her getting tucked into bed by her father made Peter long for his own. His parents had disappeared without a trace when he was five. Brushing off the thought he focused on Whendy again, her noticed that her parent had left. Silently he opened her window and creped inside. Peter walked closer; trying to see her better, he sat on the edge of the bed. Looking down at her sleeping face made the ache in his chest go away. Maybe the Seer could be right.

"One day when you're old enough I'll find a way to come back to you." Peter spoke sweetly, "I love you Whendy, never forget that."

He was shocked by his own words. Never had he spoken them before but at this moment they felt right. The small girl stirred in her sleep, the corners of her mouth faced upwards. Peter stroked her face gently before getting up and leaving. After that night he visited anytime he could. Two years into his nightly escapades Malcolm caught him. For Whendy's safety he vowed never to go back. It wasn't until the night of her seventeenth birthday that he saw her again.

Yup, that's is!

Sidenote: I did not spell Wendy wrong, I wanted to create some separation between my character and the original so I decided to write it differently. Another thing I would like to clarify that Wendy Darling does not exist in my story. If you are wondering how the Baelfire plot works along with mine, he lived on the streets of England until he accidentally said, "I believe" in front of a window. Blabity blabity bla, he escaped, the story continues.

I had a really good time writing this prologue and I hope your enjoyed it too! I will be updating weekly, maybe sooner if I feel like it. Again, if you have any questions ask away!