Prologue
In my story, Peter has a new set of lost boys: norrison, lester, skippy, bear, and the twins. so if you see their names mentioned later on in the story, thats who they are :)
The calming winds of Neverland drip along the sky, entwining around the startled stars who were on that night looming in piles over the island, alert and on guard.
They were waiting and watching for Peter to return from his late night frolicking.
When he flew out on nights where the stars hanging in the Neverland sky couldn't reach him, they would gather amongst themselves to mumble, worrying that one evening, he might not return home.
When one star would mention of what peril the island would be in, the others surrounding him would shiver all at once, thus creating an astonishing effect if you were to stand on the shore and scan the empty space.
You'd search it thoroughly, wishing for some kind of miracle, and then, right there, if you watched the exact spot where the stars had gathered, you could spot it- an effulgence of bright lights, tinkling like bells and rattling their tips one after the other in a chain of lovely light.
A truly mezmerising sight.
"Why does Peter adore the London so?" a young star piped from beside her mother one breezy eve.
"Dear child! dont you know? he flies to the London to see that Wendy of his! Oh I'm sure its awefully tiring without a girl for company on the Island," she explained dearly.
The others all nodded their tips in agreement.
A well known fact that was between every friendly star.
Except for the littlest ones.
They were still quite young, and had much to learn about the ways of the world.
"Is he in love with the Wendy?" the little star asked another floating by her side.
The star who replied did not have any children of her own, so she anwsered as gently as a feather.
She possesed that sort of innocence, the kind when you didnt know how hard it actually was to raise a child in the rightest way.
"Yes, young one. With all the love in his heart he does."
"But, however can you tell?"
"When all of the stars are asleep, and i bid my farewells to Peter as he makes for the barrier to the London, i see a quick flash of his face when he passes. His grin is wide, as if he had just killed a pirate, and his eyes glow so brightly that they alone could light up this entire sky."
Childless star sighed dreamily at her recollections. She held the sincere admiration of all the stars with the stories she would tell. She would shasre them on nights when they all confirmed that every inch of the Island was safe and all who resided upon it were fast asleep in their own seperate pieces of land.
"I can see that he is overly fond of that little girl. Perhaps enough to leave us and stay with her untill he grows old."
This could be done ofcourse, by Peter's own wishes, but all the Island in it's entirety would cease to exist.
The lovely fairies would not dance again, Tiger Lily and her tribe would never feel the glory of hunting flesh, and lastly but most depressively, the stars would fade away into nothing or could choose to move themselves into the real world.
The London.
But what of Peter?
He would grow to be an old man, with a mediocre wife, strangely boring children who could not fly like he once had, and a tint old house, which was nothing compared to the fine home under the ground.
"Sometimes i wonder," an elderly star reckoned, "If Peter will indeed stay, like the wise star says. Tis a foul place, that smoky aired London!"
"Tis not foul!" a littlun reported somewhere in the cluster.
"I have been there!"
His mother was in a complete state of shock.
"How on earth did you manage to get there?" she cried.
" Peter was sweet enough a boy to let me ride upon his back once as he flew to listen to stories!"
That littlun must have been the luckiest star in the bunch, for Peter had never taken with him a star to London. Ever.
It was not quite in a stubborn brute's nature to be so kind as that.
And it is ever so safe to call Peter this name, for most of the time, he was stubborn.
But let us just leave it at that and let the littlun bask greedily in her luck.
As this was all taking place in the sky, on the far, far side of the Island near the Mermaid Lagoon, a tradgedy was being borne.
Everyone knows quite well that the fiend Captain Hook now lay useless and with no hope at the bottom of a giant croc's belly, but he meant to change all that with time.
Hook was planning his escape.
And now it was his time, so he took careful measures.
It was a sickening plan he knew, but it would work well enough to escape out of the croc's mouth and out into open sea.
As Hook worked out his plan, he wondered a bit if his servant Smee had survived and was roaming around the island at the moment.
Perhaps he was, perhaps he wasnt.
It was only for Smee to tell you what was really right.
Hook doubted that any of his other sea rats had escaped the bitter battle two days ago, so he never minded it and continued to work his crafty hands.
What a sly dog he was!
He dripped leftover poison he had used to kill Peter with upon the blade of his silver knife and let it spread evenly so that each piercing would take its toll.
"Let's see how well you take this up for size!" he said, chuckling stiffly as he finished the deed.
The death instrument was ready.
With great presicion, the hopeless man got down on all fours and crawled up the crocodile's front so as to not disturb it as it swam.
He had the animal now, right in the palm of his hand!
The other hand, was occupied with a hook.
In truth, he hadnt felt this powerful since the days before Pan's wrath, the days before a mysterious, cocky child had broken through the young barrier with electrifying eyes that frightened and ambitions to rule the entire Island at first arrival.
He took his new power to his advantage.
Hook crawled all the way up near the croc's jaw, kneeling right above it's upper pallot so he could strike well.
He tried with all the heart he possesed to be a man.
Something he knew that Peter Pan would never be.
But at a time like this, he could only help but to shiver in his own skin.
His work would be grueling.
"Ok, on the count of three, you'll stab him bloody, untill he cant stand the pain."
He looked up, rather worried, poisoned knife clenched in his free hand.
It would be impossible to grip a knife with his measly old hook.
Hook began counting.
3... his hook began trembling tremulously 2... his pupils turned a bloody red, as legand described...1... was when that knife damned the poor croc, penetrating it's pallot and making it wail in terrible pain.
Hook had no mercy for the animal, so he pushed it deeper into the bleeding crevice, hoping that the beast would open it's mouth from the agony.
It did.
As soon as the mouth began to stretch, Hook made for the opening and went crashing right into the water's blue.
The knife was still stuck inside of the croc's pallot, and you could just imagine how much it wanted to rip that thing straight out, but there was nothing the poor creature could do.
It floated there helplessly, blood escaping from it's innards as it died, while the devil popped his head up from beneath the water's surface.
He looked like a helpless pup, the way he paddled for the island's shore, but the beauty of freedom suddenly hit him as he lay drying out in the sand above the moon.
He was a free man again.
The summer like air was sticky and sweet, smelling of freshly picked strawberries and adventure, which was sweeter than sweet to Hook.
It was heavenly.
Hook knew that he was destined to diminish Pan, so he forgot about the Island's beauty and stood up, licking his dried lips like an animal desiring flesh.
He knew what he had to do.
Peter had just flown back from listening to Wendy telling the story Snow White, so he was in a jolly good mood as he descended to the stars.
"Hallo, star!" he yelled as he zipped past the youngun who had ridden on his back.
Peter gurgled like the child he was and swirved in and out of the clouds for some fun and excersise.
"Whahoooooooooo!" he screamed rapturously, forgetting that some of the stars near him were trying to sleep.
The London was an adventure, but he knew that home was much too much fun to just sit around and stand still.
At once the island bloomed into life as he cooed and floated here, there, and everywhere amongst the clouds.
He was smiling so much that he nearly forgot where he just had been.
Peter always forgot what he had been doing the day or even minute before.
There was so much else going on that it was hard to keep it all in mind.
As peter descended downward in a spiraling motion, he slowed down, realizing that something was not right.
He was such a funny sight, halting to a stop in mid air in a spiraled twist, upside down, turning his head left and right with a suspicious look upon his face.
He knew that something was wrong, but he didnt know exactly what.
As he scratched his chin and pretending that he was a man, he forgot that he was still floating so he fell out of the air and landed with a "plop!" face first into the sand.
"Oh codswallop!" Peter whined, rubbing his head now from his crash landing.
He had heard that word once while he was squatting on a little girl's window as her mother was telling her a story.
Peter wanted to mess with the mother, so he stuck one of his feet out and tapped the closed window harshly to see what she would do.
The mother heard this noise and said "Oh codswallop! must be the birds again!"
Hearing this Peter said "Huh?... what is that supposed to mean? oh how odd mothers are!"
After awhile Peter thought this word rather funny, so he adopted it as his own and danced around in a jigg like a savage yelling "Codswallop! Codswallop! Codswallop!"
Ofcourse, Peter forgot about where he had picked up this funny word from, so he assumed that he had made it up.
"Oh, how clever i am!" he told Skippy one evening as they hunted.
Peter's head was feeling better now.
He immediately sprung back to life and jumped up from the sand with his hands propped on his hips.
He looked out into the glittering sea wondorously.
"Oh, what a wonder!" he cooed at the water, and turned to scamper off into the jungle.
The night was still young, so Hook made good time as he wandered off into the jungle to find the two fairies that would assist him with his idea.
He tried dearly to remember where the two fairies lived, but as he walked past a familiar hollowed hole in a tree, his gait slowed.
This hole, was where pixie and rue once lived.
Hook was hoping that they weren't dead, because he would be out of ideas.
He knocked gently on the side of the tree, and at once, two blue haired creatures popped up together at the hole and were now grinning at Hook.
"We thought you were dead lad!" Pixi, the female fairy squeaked up at him.
"Indeed!" said Rue, who was skating around on thin air around his fairy companion.
Hook was more than pleased.
"Listen you two, i have a small favor to ask you," Hook lied.
Asking for a remedy strong enough to kill Pan was more then a small favor.
Pixi looked pleased and inquired as to the occasion.
Hook's eyes squinted to slivers, his pupils flashing a deadly red.
"Peter Pan," he anwsered.
"You must help me kill him."
"Will do my friend, will do!"
Rue had stopped circling around Pixie and wanted in on the plan.
The three friends spent nearly two hours brewing up the perfect spell to inflict damage upon Peter.
Funny they were carrying this out in the forest, for Peter was out at night too, searching for Wendy's pet wolf to bring to her on his next visit.
"She will be so pleased with me!" he assured himself excitedly as he searched through the huge leaves for the animal.
Hook began to grow impatient with the two miniature fairies as they worked around their cauldron, dropping things in every five minutes to finalize the spell.
"But will this kill him?" Hook asked, keeping a close eye on the fairies as they buzzed about.
Pixie knew that Hook would ask this, and she knew that he would come to find the spell incomplete.
"It will not kill him at once, but it will bring him to death sooner or later," she piped.
Hook's eyes fixed on the crackling fire now, watching the flames blow up under the cauldron.
He was deep in thought.
"Then what shall it do to him?"
Rue anwsered this time.
"It is better than instant death, you see."
Hook didn't believe in that line, but he listened to Rue anyways.
"You must take the potion when it is done brewing, and replace it with Peter's drink."
Hook listened attentively now.
"Once Peter drinks this potion, a spell will fall over him almost at once. He will grow vicious. He will loose all of his happy thoughts, but he will still be able to fly. He will not be the joyous youth that he once was."
"Delicious," Hook thought to himself, grinning.
"Peter will also have the desire to kill any who gets in his way. He will be unmercifal, so will have to keep a reasonable distance if you decide to go near him. Once the entire island sees that he has changed, they will rebel against him, and will kill him all by themselves."
What a beautiful plan!
But there was a way to break the spell.
"The only way the spell will be broken if Peter should fall in love," Pixie said from her place beside the cauldron.
Only one name came to mind when Hook thought if Peter falling in love.
Wendy.
Now we shall move along and see how Hook carries out with the dreadful poison given to him by Pixi and Rue.
It wouldnt take him long, because he still remembered where the home under the ground was hidden, so he moved along, pushing giant patches of leaves out of his way untill he finally came across the openings.
The home looked lovely under moonlight, with golden lights from inside peeking out of all 7 entrance holes.
Hook grunted and pushed on.
He wondered if those little rats, what did Peter always call them? oh yes! lost boys! He wondered if the lost boys were inside the home at the time, so he inched closer to the holes to see if he could hear anything.
"Where in codswallop is Peter?" Norrison cried from inside the home.
Obviously, Peter had taught them all his favorite word too.
The twins were sitting together on the rug lain across the dirt floor.
"Hey twin, where do you think Peter has gone?" Twin one asked Twin two.
"I dont know where Peter has gone! hey Lester, where do you think Peter has gone off?"
Lester, who was peeking his head out from one of the holes shook his head.
"No twin! Bear, do you know where Peter has gone?"
"Why no Lester! hey Norrison, do you-"
"Oh would you stop putting words into eachothers mouths and sit still? Peter told us before he left with Skippy that he was going out to hunt! You all are so dreadfuly ignorant!" he scolded.
Lester looked the boys over with one eye and shook his head with dissatisfaction.
He was the most collected of all the boys, and looked like an intellectual with the tiny glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose.
He wouldn't stand for any nonsense while the captain was away.
The nonsense was Peter's job. Not theirs.
Before anyone could protest, however, two pairs of running feet flew past the home under the ground, accompanied by howls and terrifying screams.
One of the voices seemed to be egging the other along, yelling "I'll get you you proud and insolent slug! you cant escape me you little rat! get back HERE!"
The boys suddenly realized who was passing them outside.
Hook was tantilizing Peter, keeping hot on his trail as he dashed through the darkened jungle and away to safety.
Hook went fast enough, and just as Peter was about to take off into the air, Hook dropped to the floor, potion carefully tucked away in his sash, seizing Peter by the ankle.
"Arghhhh!" Peter screamed helplessly and tried to wriggle out of the pirate's grip, but he was stuck on the jungle floor by Hook's hand.
Justice would finally be seen in the eyes of the captain.
Hook laughed at the pleasure of having Pan under his grip, laughing so heavily that the entire jungle around them shook.
He reached for Peter's hair and tugged him upright by his curls so that he was looking up into the stars, his two hands now behind his back.
They were all watching from above, petrified, yelling "Get up Peter, Get up!", but it was all over now.
Peter forgot about struggling in his foe's grip and relaxed.
He would not let himself die afraid, but proud.
He gazed up into the stars for what he thought would be the last time, biting his lower lip, and smiled at them with teary stung eyes.
As he was doing so, he felt pressure on his head.
He screamed in pain.
Hook pulled his curls up closer to his face and lifted his head up higher to the sky.
"Do not fret, little one," Hook taunted Peter as he went to slip the potion out of his sash.
Peter had never cried in his entire life, except for when he had bad dreams, but now he could feel wet tears parading down his cheeks from the thought of never seeing the world again.
Hook popped the cork from the potion, grinning as widely as he could, and let the vile liquid drain down Peter's throat.
Tears were spilling from his eyes and making rivers down his cheeks and he drank to his doom, his hands still held tightly behind his back.
You cannot expect Peter to be brave while this happens, for he is only just a boy.
If he were older, he would take it like a man, but there was nothing manly running through his veins.
Peter was just a child. So he has the right in my eyes, to cry.
The potion had been drunk by Peter, but he did not die.
He was still alive, as promised by Pixie and Rue.
Hook felt the sudden strength gathering in Peter's arms, so he let him go, got up quickly, and took off running into the night.
Peter Pan has arisen.