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CHAPTER ONE- INTO THE NIGHT

"Good-bye my angels, father and I will be home very late! Please look after the boys, Gwendolyn dear," Mother called up to the nursery. Her and father were planning on attending another one of their fancy parties where they almost always came home when the sun began to rise.

"Wendy, why does mommy call you Gwendolyn?" Little Michael asked me. I took my eyes off of the dark street below and turned to the little boy. Michael was already in bed, but John was seated on the floor reading a storybook.

"Gwendolyn is my full name, Michael. I do prefer Wendy though," I smiled at the little boy and turned back to the window. I was in desperate need to feel something and it didn't matter what, so I traced my fingers along the cool window until they found their way to the latch and I unlocked it. I gently pushed the window open and a cold slap of English air slapped my face.

"Wendy, it's cold!" John cried out from the corner of the room. He slammed his book so ferociously that it caused a tuft of his brown hair to bounce.

"Oh, John, it's not so bad. It's rather refreshing," I murmured back and left the windowsill. I ambled over to the corner of the nursery where the little boys were. Michael was only five and John was nine.

"Wendy, will you tell us a story?" John asked, seemingly forgetting how cold he was. He had scads of books scattered around the spot on the floor where he sat cross-legged.

"Yeah, Wendy! Tell us about Peter Pan!" Michael called from his bed. His eyes were wide open with excitement. John nodded eagerly in agreement.

Chuckling I said, "Well of course, boys. I would be happy to tell you about Peter Pan."

John climbed into bed next to Michael and I sat on the edge of the bed. I began to tell them a story about a boy that would never become an adult. He was able to fly and do whatever he wanted. He never had to worry about what his parents were doing or if they would come home. He was his own boy and he did as he pleased. He fought the evil Captain Hooke many times and always defeated him.

It felt like I had been telling the boys stories about the mythical boy for hours when Michael gasped. "P-Peter Pan! Look, there he is!" He jumped from under the covers and stood on the bed wildly pointing and bouncing on the bed. John's eyes slid over to where Michael was pointing and his too grew wide.

"Boys, you're taking the story far too seriously! I'm not going to fall prey to anymore of your jokes. Now, you two should get some rest. I can sing you a lullaby if you would like," I smiled at the boys as lovingly as I could. As much as I loved the boys I couldn't help but feel like mother should be the one singing to them and telling them bedtime stories.

"Wendy, turn around!" John hollered. To appease the boys I turned around.

"Oh!" I gasped. There was a silhouette standing in the open window. I scrambled backwards on the bed and curled my arms around the boys. The figure looked far too tall to be Peter Pan. This was not a wonderful flying boy at all. It had to be a criminal!

"Wait, don't be afraid!" The voice called out. It was buttery smooth like the touch of a new velvet dress. It was very pleasant sounding, not too high or too deep. The figure stepped off the windowsill and onto the nursery's floor.

The boy had a shock of red hair on the top of his head. It was a dark red, almost like a cherry. His skin was slightly tanned, a look that was hard to come by in England this time of year. He was tall like a man but had the smile and playful demeanor of a boy. He was dressed in fitted olive pants, a loose light green shirt, and he wore a brown cap on the top of his head. Something tiny glowed next to him.

"Get away!" I yelled and held the boys tighter. They tried to wriggle from my grasp.

"Wendy, that's Peter Pan!" They both insisted.

The boy's face immediately lit up, "So you do know me!" He smiled brightly and walked closer to the bed. I felt a tear drop down my face.

"Please don't hurt the boys," I whimpered. "Take me if you have to!"

The boys gave up fighting me, but I could tell that they were upset with how I was treating the intruder. I looked up at the boy and his face looked earnestly puzzled.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Why would I do a thing like that?" He asked.

"Why are you here then? Do you want to steal mother's jewelry or father's documents?"

"Can I prove to you that I'm not a criminal?" He turned around and I couldn't see his face when he asked the question. The light in the room almost felt dulled.

"Peter, will you fly?" Little Michael inquired. I looked down at him in shock, but it was hard to be angry at such a curious little boy.

"Yes! That's it!" The boy exclaimed and the little thing that glowed next to him shone brighter and it seemed like drops of sunshine dripped along the boy's shoulders. Almost instantaneously the boy began to levitate. He spun around in the air and faced us. A playful crooked smile was plastered to his face.

I blinked several times before I could even manage a sound. I was so paralyzed with fear that I hadn't even realized that the boys were jumping up and down on the bed and running towards the floating boy.

"Do you believe me now?" The boy asked as he soared around the room.

"We do! We do!" The boys shouted and tried to touch him as he flew past.

"I-I suppose that I do," I managed to say. I was still huddled on the bed when the boy flew over to me.

"Take my hand," he asserted and held it out to me. The glowing speck next to him wandered over to me and sunshine dripped from it again and suddenly I was floating too. I grabbed the boy's hand to try and gain some control.

"I guess you really are Peter Pan, aren't you?" I asked while we floated in the room.

"Of course I am!" He chuckled. Then he looked down at his shoulder at the glowing speck, which really wasn't a speck at all. It was the most beautiful, and tiny, girl that I had ever seen. She has lots of flowing blonde hair and the face of a doll. "Tink, go and sprinkle some fairy dust on the boys so that we can all go to Neverland!" The tiny girl nodded and promptly flew towards my younger brothers, and they began to float too.

They whooped with glee.

"Do you mean it?" I asked with sudden happiness. I had been telling John and Michael about Neverland for years, and now I knew that it truly existed and that I was getting the chance to go.

"Of course, I came here with a purpose! The Darling family has been telling my story for ages and it's about time that I met the next generation."

Had he met my parents or my grandparents? I thought. I shook the notion from my minds and broke free from Peter. I floated towards the boys and grabbed their hands. "Lead the way, Peter."

He smiled widely and his brown eyes lit up. He sped towards the window and flew out. We followed him into the night.