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Chapter 1

Stories of Neverland

Wendy Darling swooped low to pick up one of Michael's toys. She sighed to herself and thought of how brilliant it would be to just get away

for a while. Now that she would be turning fifteen, her mother and father were constantly fussing over her. "Oh my darling Wendy," Mrs.

Darling would say. "What a beautiful young woman you have become! Soon you shall be married and have a home and family of your

own." Mrs. Darling would then look away forlornly and dab at her eyes with a handkerchief. Wendy would then go to her mothers side to

comfort her by saying she would visit often. Deep down inside Wendy didn't even want a husband, nor a house, nor a family of her own. All

she wanted was to stay young. "Oh what a bothersome thing to grow old." She said aloud as she looked out the nursery window. She could

remember a time when she was very young and had said the exact opposite. "Oh what a bothersome thing to be young!" She had said to

her mother and father. Mrs. Darling had smiled at her sweetly from her rocking chair and Mr. Darling had swept her up in his arms and

kissed her. "My dear Wendy," he said looking her in the eyes, "I would love very much for you to stay young forever." Oh if only she could

have listed. Then she could have fun always and never have to worry about taking care of a house and family. "Wendy!" Said a voice

behind her. Wendy turned to see Michael standing behind her in his nightgown. "Yes Michael?"

"Would you tell me a story?"

"Yes, but first you must get in bed." Michael ran and jumped into his bed pulling the covers around him. Wendy walked over and sat on

the side of his bed.

"Once upon a time," she began.

"There was a land far away. It was called Neverland. It was called that because it was the only place where little children could go and never

have to grow up. They could stay young forever and always have fun."

"They never grow up?" Michael asked in astonishment.

"Nope. They stayed young forever. It was an amazing place to be! There were mermaids, fairies, and pirates!"

"Pirates?" Michael nearly jumped out of his bed with excitement. "Yes, pirates. And there was one pirate in particular that was the meanest

and most frightening of all! He had only one hand and in place of his other hand, there was a hook. Sharp and shiny, ready to slit the

throat of any unwanted guests on his ship. His name was Captain Hook." Michaels eyes were wide open, staring at Wendy with

excitement.

"Hook was a very unhappy man. He was unhappy because of one boy. This boys name was Peter Pan. Hook hated Peter Pan because he

was able to stay young forever but Hook couldn't. Hook tried and tried to get Peter to tell him how to stay young forever, but Peter refused

to do so. Peter wasn't doing this to be mean, but because he was a little boy and he thought it funny that a big man like hook would come

whining to a young boy for anything at all. Peter had planned on telling hook his secret after his fun was over, but before he could, hook

did something awful!"

"What'd he do, Wendy? What'd he do?" Michael asked impatiently.

"Well hook thought that if he took something from Peter that he cared about, Peter would have to tell him his secret. So he took the one

thing he could think of. This thing was named Tinker Belle . Tinker Belle was Peter's fairy and his only true friend. Hook thought for certain

that Peter would tell him how to stay young forever. But Peter outsmarted him by sneaking on his ship and taking Tinker Belle back. But

before he could leave the ship, Hook found him and pulled his sword from his sheath and pointing it at Peter's neck, demanded that he

tell him how to stay young forever. Peter was hurt. He had always thought of hook as a friend and this war only a game between them.

Peter drew his own sword and demanded a duel. They raised their swords up and the duel begun. Peter delivered the first strike but hook

blocked it with his sword. Then hook went for Peter's legs but Peter jumped quickly out of the way. There was the sound of clashing swords

and roaring pirates for almost thirty minutes straight. And then Peter struck hard at hook, cutting his left hand clean off!"

Michael was now sitting straight up in his bed, eyes wide open, and a look of horror on his face. "And that," Wendy continued. "Was the

day that captain Richard became Captain Hook. And that is also the day that the true war began between Captain Hook and Peter Pan."

"Well, what happened next?"

"That I cannot tell you. At least not tonight."

"Oh please Wendy! Please!"

"Now, now, Michael. You must get some sleep. But I can tell you this..." Wendy leaned close and whispered in his ear, "any child can go to

Neverland in their dreams."

"Really? Even me?"

"Yes, even you." Wendy pulled the blankets over him and kisses his forehead. "Goodnight Michael."

"Goodnight Wendy"