Once upon a time there lived a girl name Wendy Darling. She was crying, crying because her father has deserted her in the middle of nowhere. Her father, George Darling was discussing with his wife, Mary Darling, that he wants Wendy to attend a boarding school far away from home. She utterly refused so with that he escorted her harshly to the woods and tied her to a tree.
"Father", Wendy cried, "Please don't leave me here! Please!" she pleaded for him to forgive her, but still he walked away.
After what seemed like hours; her teared face frozen from the severely col d temperature. She couldn't believe what her father had done to her. But suddenly she felt as if there was someone watching her.
"Hello?" She called, "Is someone there?" Still nothing but silence.
"You've certainly gotten yourself into a predicament," a voice announced. Suddenly a boy appeared in front her. He didn't look much older than 14 year old. He had short dark-blonde hair and gray-blue eyes that looked evil and mischievous. His clothes were dark green and brown and he had a belt with a small dagger on it.
"Hello there," He said, as a small smirk appeared on his face. He had a thick British accent. He took a few steps towards her without once taking his eyes off her. 'Who is this boy?' she thought. He went behind the tree and took out his knife. He cut the rope to set her free. Then he went back around, facing her.
"Thank you for cutting me free." He smirked at her, which made her nervous. She decided not to give him her name since she doesn't know if she trusts him or not.
"Is Pan after you too?" She looked puzzled.
"Who is Pan? And why is he after you?" she asked.
"Peter Pan is an evil person that you don't want to mess with."
He grabbed a vial containing some sort of dust that was hanging on a chain around his neck. "What's that?" she asked.
"Pixie dust. It's supposed to make you fly but it doesn't work."
"Do you believe?" she asked. He scoffed.
"Of course I don't believe. It's useless."
"You should get going, the Lost Boys are coming." There sounded an echo of howling and footsteps from several boys.
"Who are the Lost Boys?" She asked.
"They're Pan's servants."
"Are you a Lost Boy?" she asked.
"I was, until I took this pixie dust from him to try to get home." Footsteps were getting louder and louder.
"Come with me; I know where we can go to be safe!" He said. He grabbed her hand and they began running through the forest, tripping over branches, jumping over fallen logs. After what felt like hours but was really minutes they appeared at a cliff and below them was water.
"Let's leave the dust for them, we can surrender." He said.
"No! It doesn't work because you don't believe. But I do." She grabbed the vial and took it from his neck. She opened it and poured it on them. They made a running start and ran off the cliff. The green dust surrounded them as they started flying. The wind blew her long chestnut-amber curls out of her face. "We're flying!" She said happily. He smirked at her again. He pointed to an opening and they began to land in the clearing, making a soft landing. "Wow that was such a rush!" She cheered.
There were several trees surrounding the perimeter of the area and there was a massive tree in front of them.
"See, if you believe, anything's possible." She said smiling.
"You couldn't be more right, Wendy," he said.
"H-how'd you know my name? I never told you." She asked confused, "You lied to me, you are a Lost Boy, you work for Pan!"
"Not exactly. I…am Peter Pan" he whispered loud enough for her to hear. She stood shocked. The boy who helped her was really Peter Pan?
"Where am I?" she asked nervously.
"Neverland" he answered. He began pacing around her.
"When you took that Pixie dust, Wendy, and jumped off that cliff…you proved yourself. You are the lucky owner of something very special"
"What's that?" she asked confusedly.
"…the heart of the truest believer. And now you and it are mine." He said menacingly
. "Come on Boys!" he yelled. A group of boys came out of the shadows and from the tree and surrounded her.
"Let's Play," Peter announced.