Prologue: Neverland Eternal
There is a place where dreams reside, where the impossible is possible, and hope is one's greatest weapon. It's an island far away not to be reached by mortal means of transportation, it's not of this world nor the next, it in itself is eternal. The island has had many names and qualities bestowed upon it; the Greeks may have come the closest with the thought of the Elysian Fields, an eternal paradise, yet one cannot reach the island through death and good deeds alone. The island as we know it is called Neverland, it's not just a location but an entity with varied emotions that change like the movements of the tides.
Neverland allows many people to reside within it, as the island has formed attachments to their presence and the emotions they emit. Neverland loves all it's inhabitants but select few hold a special place in the island's eternal soul: Peter Pan the immortal boy, Tinkerbell, Pan's fierce temperamental fairy, Tiger Lilly and the Piccaninny tribe, and even the black-hearted pirate, Captain James Hook. Neverland loves these residents the most because they give the island life and mythical lore, yet there was one person that Neverland would never forget, it's prize storyteller, Wendy Darling. When Neverland first felt the presence of Wendy on the island it was filled with excitement, a new adventure was brewing beneath it's surface. Neverland knew that Wendy Darling would return to the mortal world and Neverland also knew how she would find her way back to the island, her true home. Not by the hand of her girlhood crush Peter, but by the steel hook of a pirate captain.
Wendy had been but a sapling during her first trip to the island, so young as to attribute her feelings towards the Captain as fear alone, along with the briefest amount of girlish curiosity; Neverland laughed, the Captain however was more in tune with the vibrations that wrought the island. Rage had filled his once forget-me-not blue eyes and changed them into a scarlet red, when his story teller had betrayed him; though he knew she was but a child he couldn't help but wonder if there was or would ever be something more between them than fear and anger, he felt the potential but ignored it as men tend to do. Yet, Neverland knew, Neverland would always know, and so our story begins.
