Forever

Chapter One

The old fairie King Theseus regarded the leaf clad youth with tired blue eyes,

"Neverland is in trouble my dear boy and you can save it"

The boy looked up at the king with a serious expression hardening his features, his fairie companion Tinkerbell hovered behind him nervously chattering away in her tinkling voice.

"However you will not succeed on your own, you must find and retrieve the one who possesses the power of the Hidden." Queen Titania finished for him her raven black hair shimmering in the light emanating from her wings.

"Why can't I save Neverland myself?" the boy inquired with his hands on his hips, "Aren't I enough?"

"Alas, you are not. You must go to the human world Earth and retrieve the chosen one" the king replied with a sharp voice, "despite your gifts, you alone are not enough to stop the darkness from engulfing the Never." He reached across and put his hand on his wife's and squeezed it as he stated this.

Blowing his fringe off his face in an annoyed manner, the young adolescent demanded "But how will I find this person? Earth is a big place…" A slim hand halted his tirade.

"You will know my child," Titania replied softly "You will know."

The boy raised an eyebrow but he knew better than to antagonize the fairie court. He raised his head and grinned,

"I will do it" And with that he took off into the starry sky without a backwards glance, laughing as he did so.

"I'm sure you will," the king smiled at his wife as they stood and waved at the distant figure. "Peter Pan."

"Wendy Darling you are a disgrace to St Mortimer's School for Young Ladies!"

A spray of spittle hit Wendy in the face; she flinched inwardly, tightening her fists to stop her from wiping the offending substance off her face.

"What would your father say?" cried Miss Landly, "hasn't he suffered enough, oh your poor mother…"

Wendy flushed at this, for her mother had died a year earlier, giving birth to her twin brothers (who had also failed to survive.) Her mother's death sent her father spiralling into a depression. It had come to the extent that he could not bear to even look at Wendy, as she had inherited her mother's periwinkle eyes and soft brown hair. It was moments like this when Wendy hated her father, for being so weak and sending her away to this hellish boarding school.

"What do you have to say for yourself young lady?" Miss Landly's face was flushed with rage, her eyes grey and gleaming, there was a tuft of spinach in her yellow teeth (but Wendy would never tell her of course). The girl remained silent, fighting tears, but couldn't help a small sniff when she replied,

"I am sorry Miss Landly, it won't happen again" keeping her eyes downcast as the older woman lectured about the "disgusting ignorance of today's young ladies" and how "in her day if a student was caught sleeping in lessons they'd receive ten lashings and no supper". Finally, after being given another stern warning and 500 lines of "I will never again sleep in class", Wendy was free to go.

As she trudged back to her dorm room she fumed over the unfairness of it all. Her mother and brothers deaths, her father's depression, her loneliness at this blasted school and the horrible Miss Landly. Whilst these thoughts were swirling around her head she remembered why she was sleeping during her history lesson anyway. She had been woken up in the middle of the night by a young adolescent boy, around her age, floating above her head. Wendy shook her head, of course there was no boy, it was just another of her dreams but why was it so vivid? She could still see his scruffy blonde hair, inquisitive green eyes and earthy scent. She laughed to herself don't be so silly Wendy; your stories are getting to your head…again.

Reaching her room she dumped her satchel and looked around, her books took up two bookcases and her tiny wardrobe held her clothes, but that was it. Usually Wendy prided herself on not owning much, despite her family's wealth, but today she felt miserably depressed at the sight of it. And with that thought, she flopped on her bed for a restless sleep. However outside her window, unbeknownst to the sleeping girl, a pair of emerald eyes looked in on her.