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Ren

One particularly cold summer evening, a girl of 14 (rather small for her age though) slept beneath a window. Her name was Ren, granddaughter of Jane and great granddaughter to Wendy Moira Angela Darling. As was said, Ren was small for her age with shoulder length brown hair and glasses. Not so long ago she had been listening to her mother tell stories. Not just any stories either. The tales of Peter Pan. After hearing the stories ending Ren had begun to cry uncontrollably. She felt so sorry for Peter! "That poor boy!" she cried, "He always ends up alone!" after much crying and consolation from her mother Ren fell into a trouble-free sleep. This all took place several years ago when the girl was about nine. It was the first time she had heard the story. And the last. After she had fallen asleep, she awoke to the sounds of her mother screaming. As she ran downstairs she heard the yells and cries of both her mother and elder sister Allie. As she skidded into the kitchen, she was greeted with a horrible sight. Her mother, covered in blood lying at her fathers feet. He held her sister Allie by her golden hair and laughed drunkenly out into the night. "STOP FATHER STOP PLEASE!!!!" she wailed as she ran at him. She had not seen the kitchen knife clutched in his fist. He swung at her, making a gash that ran from her stomach to her left shoulder. She screamed in pain. Though the wound was not deep enough to be fatal she felt as though her entire being was on fire. Her father swung the knife around again but did not hit Ren. Ren was showered in blood. But not hers. 'Who's?' she wondered sickened by the thought. She was not left in question for long. Her sisters body joined her mother's. Ren looked on in horror as the life left their bodies. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" she screamed. Even as she heard the sirens and saw her father flee she felt a part of her soul crumple and die along with her sister and mother. Apparently a neighbor had heard the ruckus and had called the cops. Her father, now in jail and her mother and sister dead, Ren was left quite alone. She was put in an orphanage called The Darling Home, her grandmother Jane had opened it soon after she turned 30. Ren's parents had run it after her grandmothers death. Her father soon after, took on another job. He had then began drinking when his boss pressured him. He became quite violent and mean afterwards. Finally he had gone too far. Ren had never thought she would become an orphan herself. After the ordeal, Ren had forgotten the stories of Peter Pan and had turned a deaf ear to all stories and fantasies. Or so she thought. Unconscious in her dreams, Ren flew and flew over mountains and valleys and over her town. She had visited many a place in her dreams. She had never quite stopped believing as Jane and her mother had, but she could not believe when she was awake as Wendy was able to.

Present

Ren, still in her everyday clothes ( a black tank top with dark blue skinny jeans and her black converse) (very modern I know, just work with me!) slept under a window. The window, though she did not know it, was the very same one that Wendy and Jane had slept under. She stirred in her sleep as a harsh breeze swirled about her. She awoke with a start and shivered from the cold. She got up and walked about the room. She saw the other children asleep in their beds. She walked to her own. There was an easel next to it. Sensing that she would not get any more sleep that evening, she picked up her brush.

A boy of 16 with reddish hair and fairy next to him crept down to a window sill he had not visited in many years. His eyes scanned the room and he was amazed to see many beds in the room. He saw many children sleeping, but a light in the room caught his ever observant eye. He saw a girl with brown hair and glasses doing something in front of a wooden board. Creeping inside, careful not to disturb her, he flew behind her and peered over her should. He could barely contain his gasp of delight. He saw a beautiful lake surrounded by green trees and in the background, purple mountains. He let out a great breath in wonder. Startled at hearing a great sigh behind her, Ren whirled around to find---Nothing? She supposed it was just her imagination. As the girl returned to her painting, the boy flew out of the window and landed on the rooftop of the house. "Tinkerbell," he whispered to the fairy, "we will return here." And they did. The boy watched the girl create magic with her hands night after night and in the morning flew back to Neverland to tell his lost boys about the beauty and magic in the images he had seen. Tootles, Nibs, Curly, Slightly, Cuddles, Happy, and The Twins, all requested to meet the girl for themselves. Peter had agreed whole heartedly and for once, so had Tinkerbell, for she too had been enchanted by Ren's paintings. So Peter and Tink planned for her capture.