Chapter 1: Prologue

AN: Well this is a new Peter PanOC story I've been working on! Yeah sorry guys. Hehehe... Not like I have 50 other things to write.

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3rd Person POV

We begin our story in the high skies of Earth.

All this has happened before and it will all happen again, but this time it happened in London. It happened in a quiet street in Bloomsbury. The corner house was the home of the Darling family and Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him. There was Mrs. Darling:

A tall woman with coffee-tinted hair in an elaborate bun hummed to herself, fixing her makeup in the vanity mirror. She called to her husband in the next room, "George, dear, do hurry. We mustn't be late for the party, you know."

Mrs. Darling believed that Peter Pan was the spirit of youth. But Mr. Darling...

A tall man with dark chocolate almost midnight black hair searched a chest of drawers, "Mary, unless I find my cuff links we don't go to the party. And if we don't go to the party I can never show my face in the office again. And if I can never show-" It was then that the man had bonked his head against one of the open drawers.

Mr. Darling was a practical man. The boys, however, John and Michael, believed Peter Pan was a real person and made him the hero of all their nursery games.

John swiped his wooden sword at his younger brother who stood atop the open chest of drawers, chestnut tufts of hair peeking out from under his red bandana, his eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses twinkling mischievously, "Blast you, Peter Pan!"

Michael swung his own wooden sword in retaliation, his dirty blonde hair swaying with his movements, eyes shining with mirth, "Take that! Give up, Captain Hook! Give up!"

John took the moment of distraction to hook the smaller boy's ankle with the coat hanger used as a hook and lowered him down into the drawer "Never!" He shouted, shaking his 'hooked' hand, "I'll teach you to cut off me hand!"

It was then that a young female walked in carrying a tray of dishes, chuckling, "Oh, no, John. It was the left hand." She finished tidying a few more dishes before disappearing back out the door.

John switched swords and hanger to opposite hands, "Oh, yes. Thank you, Wendy."

Wendy not only believed, she was the supreme authority on Peter Pan and all his marvellous adventures.

It was then that a taller female with the same ringlets as Wendy only of dark chocolate and pinned up with a crimson ribbon walked into the room with a basket, in a similar dress as the other's as well to match her ribbon, "John, Michael, where are your clothes? I'm doing the washing and I can't seem to find any of yours." She called over her shoulder, "Wendy, I need yours as well!"

You see, Josephine was the eldest. And as the eldest, she didn't reside in the nursery with her younger siblings. And she was to learn to be a woman because of her age. She refused to have anything to do with the silly idea of Peter Pan.

Wendy hurried back into the room, "Oh, of course Josephine!" The three younger rushed to gather loose articles of clothing. Josephine headed out the door, only stopping to let their nursemaid, Nana pass by, "Oh, Nana. Make sure they take their tonic tonight."

Soon, Josephine joined her family back in the nursery. She observed all were gathered around a fallen Nana against the wall and her father on the floor. She rushed to her lonesome father, "Father! Are you hurt? Goodness! You must be careful!"

He eyed her in a sense of pride before shaking his head and clearing his throat, hurrying to his feet, "This is the last straw! Out!" He jabbed his finger in the direction of the door, "Out I say!"

Michael tightened his grip around the dog's neck, tears in his eyes, "No, father, no!"

"Yes!" Mr. Darling exclaimed, forcing the canine from the boy's grip by the scruff of her neck, "There will be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!"

Mrs. Darling picked her son up and he clung to her, waving solemnly, "Goodbye, Nana..."

Mr. Darling turned to his oldest daughter, "You've been doing more than half of Nana's duties lately. It has fallen to you, Josephine. See that the children stay in bed while we are at the party."

She bowed her head once, "Yes, father."

Both Nana and Mr. Darling disappeared out the door. It was soon after that Mrs. Darling tucked her three youngest into bed as Josephine hurried around the room tidying up.

Wendy frowned up at her mother, "But, mother, I don't want to grow up."

Her mother pulled the blanket over her, "Now, dear. Don't worry about it anymore

tonight."

She stood next to John's bed next, taking his glasses off. John looked perplexed, "He called Peter Pan 'absolute poppycock'."

She pulled the bandana from his head, "I'm sure he didn't mean it, John. Father was just upset."

Mrs. Darling turned to Michael finally, who was sniffling in the direction of the window, "Poor Nana, out there all alone."

She kissed his forehead, pulling the blanket up, "No more tears, Michael. It's a warm night. She'll be alright."

As she took a few steps away, Michael called her back, handing her a few small gold trinkets, "Buried treasure."

Mrs. Darling headed towards the window, "Now, children, don't judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much."

She reached for the lock only to have Wendy stop her, "Oh, don't lock it, mother. He might come back."

Her mother faced her startled, "He?"

Wendy closed her eyes, laying her head on her pillow, "Yes. Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him."

"Oh, and what's that?" Mrs. Darling questioned cautiously.

Wendy yawned, "His shadow." Her mother repeated in question, "Mm-hmm. Nana had it, but I... I took it away."

"Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear." She followed Josephine out of the door, shutting off the light.

Josephine followed her mother to the front door where her father waited, "Have a wonderful time, mother and father."

Mr. Darling nodded curtly, "See to it that your brothers and sister stay in bed and Nana is alright outside."

She smiled ever-so-slightly before locking the door behind them. She headed up the stairs to her own bedroom down the hall from the nursery and curled into her own bed with a scoff at the silly idea of this Peter Pan and his missing shadow.