So this is a prequel/sequel to my first fan-fic A Struggle for Neverland.
Please, as always, read and review.
A baby's cry echoed throughout the small shack. The dark-haired father wept over his wire's limp body. The strain of childbirth had been too much and she had died seconds after their son had been born.
Unable to cope with his grief, the father wrote the baby's name on a slip of paper, folded the sheets of his wife's still face and crept out of the house holding his son.
Taking one last look back, the father ran into the forest and stopped only when he had neared the first village.
The father wiped the dusty tears from his face and tucked the piece of paper with the name on it into the folds of the blanket surrounding the baby.
After placing his son in the middle of the clearing, he straightened up and turned back towards the way he had come. The father never looked back once.
Life in the Enchanted forest would be hard on the newborn, but the boy had an immense amount of magic inside him, locked away to be used when the time was right. The father was confident that the boy would survive.
Ten Years Later
A small red-haired boy extracted himself from the small knothole he had curled up in the night before. He tied a stolen cloak around his shoulders, struggling with the bulk of it, but enjoying the warmth, and walked through a dense thicket of trees before emerging on the outskirts of a village.
He ducked his head and shuffled towards the throng of people flowing in and out of the villages' central market square. Word had quickly circulated about a young boy living in the forest many years ago and since then most people gave him a wide berth.
The boy rarely needed or wanted to go into town, but for his tenth summer he decided to risk the shame and fine the one person who could decipher the strange piece of paper he'd carried for as long as he could remember.
Avoiding the glares of villagers, the boy ducked into a back alley and knocked on a wooden door. He used a special patter that only he and the shopkeepers knew: two knocks, one knock, two knocks.
A small woman, barely taller than the growing boy, opened the door. Her wrinkled face brightened into a warm smile that made her look years younger.
"My son."
Sorry if it's a little short, later chapters will be longer I promise. Please leave any reviews and/or comments for me! Any guesses on who the boy is? :-) A lot of description in this chapter but there will be a lot more action going on in later chapters.
Thanks!