Author's Note: I haven't submitted stories on here in a super long time! I wrote this on a trip with my family... on my phone... and I don't know if I should continue it or not! It's a different perspective on the Wendy/Peter Pan story, just for fun! Please R&R and let me know if you want to read more! :) Thanks.
Chapter One
"Come. Fly away with me."
Words whispered: a promise. The boy held his hand out to her, fearless, as he balanced precariously on the windowsill.
"I have a life here, boy. A family. Brothers." She glanced behind her at the sleeping forms of her two younger siblings. John, wearing his ever-present black top hat, in the top bed and Michael, his favorite teddy snuggled close to his body, asleep on the bottom. She tore her eyes from the peaceful scene, and once again visually breathed in the boy in front of her.
His appearance was one that piqued her curiosity. She didn't think she had ever seen a boy similar to him in all her ten years. Lush vines crawled across his chest - a natural, handmade vest. Leaves covered his legs like pants and on top of his messy blonde-haired head, he wore a simple green hat decorated with a single red feather.
"Just think of all the adventures you can experience with me," he whispered, his hand still beckoning. A smirk played at the edge of his lips and Wendy almost thought of all the daring journeys that she longed to experience.
But my brothers need me. I cannot leave them alone! She pushed his forbidden promises from her mind.
"I cannot, boy. Don't you see? My brothers are in need of me."
The boy's smile never faltered as he crossed his arms, backtracking away from her and towards the edge of the windowsill.
"Careful!" She shouted, too late, as the boy took one step too many and disappeared from sight. "No!"
Running towards the open window, she thrust her head out into the chilly, London air. Expecting the boy's lifeless body splayed out on the streets below and discovering nothing below but white, glittering snow, she looked out among the closely packed buildings. She saw no sign of him.
That's odd.
As Wendy gave up her cursory search and turned away from the window, a big gust of wind blew into her room causing the curtains to twist and turn wildly. Hopeful, she rushed back to the window and peered out. Though no boy appeared, Wendy could have sworn she heard a familiar voice, carried on the cold wind, whisper, "Come away. Come away with me to Neverland."