Ok. I'm not sure I'll get that many reviews for this, but here it is!
My first Peter Pan story. I know, this will probably be a bit different from it, but I always imagined what it would be like for Peter Pan to finally decide to grow up.
Please don't get mad.
Oh, if you like, please review? I've always wanted to do a Peter Pan story. :]
"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Chapter 1: Prologue
Don't walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend."
- Albert Camus (also attributed to Maimonidies).
The voice in his head continuously asked why he had left his home; the voice that always chided him when he had done things without thinking. He just couldn't help it though. Home wasn't home any more. The rain never stopped when she had left. It was like Heaven was crying. He had lost his glimmer. The boys could see it, Tinker Bell could see it and so could Captain Hook. It was as if the boy had become nothing but a hollow shell. He was the spirit of Neverland; the joy and pride of it, as everyone believed. If he was happy then Neverland was a magical place, but when he was broken... then it was as if you were abandoned on a haunted Island. He thought he would be fine when she left, because what was she to him? Love was an adult emotion - which he knew. He shouldn't have ever experienced it, because then it wouldn't have put him in this kind of situation. Once again, he thought he would have been fine when she left him. He would have acted as if everything were normal again. It may have been a year there in her world, but in his it felt like centuries.
He constantly wondered if she were thinking about him. You know, the boy with the strange bronze colored hair, muddy brown eyes and a dimple on his face that indicated years of content, and happiness. After she left, there was no smile and there had been no dimple. There was nothing. The Lost Boys would ask Tinkerbell questions about what was wrong, and she knew too, for she had a look of sadness on her face that the Lost Boy's couldn't get rid of. She knew what he had been considering at the time, and she also knew nothing could stop him. What was Neverland anyway, when it had a leader that was so broken? No one could pick up the pieces like Wendy was able to. What was so special about her anyway? She, compared to him, had never lived so many years yet she was still older than him. Why did she mean so much to him?
Oh, the rain. It had been steady and merciless ever since she had left Neverland - him. Captain Hook, though once took pleasure in the boy's sorrow, now found that he couldn't live without an annoying boy who constantly bickered and fought with him. Life wasn't so interesting any more when Peter Pan was sadden by memories. The Lost Boy's wanted their leader back. One day they had decided to take him back to the accursed place that held his dear Wendy. It wasn't a struggle, though, to bring Peter Pan to Britain. He didn't put up a fight. Tinkerbell went willingly along this time, hoping that the glimmer would appear in Peter Pan's eyes again. They had taken him to the Park; the park was a beautiful place, like it was a Neverland on Earth. Fireflies lit the night like bright lanterns, frogs' croaked music and even the crickets joined in. There was a stream, too, that flowed softly across the ground, whispering words of solace to those in need. The motherly moon shined brightly on the stream, as if offering Peter Pan welcoming arms in her silvery grasp. All in all, the place was filled with magic. But he couldn't feel anything because he knew, somehow, that Wendy had once been here. Tinkerbell had given up hope then, when he sighed softly to the moon with his disheveled hair sprawled across his forehead.
It so happened, though, that at that very moment there was a boy, watching them curiously from the bushes. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the bright fairy at Peter's side, and the oddly dressed children that danced around the stream, splashes of water flying every where. He was so enticed that he didn't even notice one of the Lost Boy's announced his presence.
"Who are you?" Peter said softly, his muddy brown eyes taking in the battered young child. He looked the same age as Peter, and though it seemed impossible, he looked slightly like him too. No, his hair wasn't the same and neither was his eyes, but that smile that tugged on the corner of the boy's lips caught Tinkerbell's and the Lost Boy's attention. There was a glimmer so familiar that they had almost forgotten their own personal sorrows. Quietly, the boy lifted his bright green eyes to Peter's brown ones, a look of pure awe on his face boyish features.
"Who are you?" It was a soft voice of a young, adventurous boy that made Tinkerbell smile and the Lost Boy's stare.
"I am Peter Pan," said he, watching as a look of excitement crossed the boy's face.
"My name is Jack Wolfe!" The boy said proudly, announcing his name as if it were some great thing. Peter Pan had once said his name like that. What had happened to him? Perhaps his soul had vanished with Wendy she had left.
Jack Wolfe was a wonderful boy with a heart of gold and noble intentions. They had taken him back to Neverland that night. The boy was a joy to have around, and though Peter wished Wendy was here to meet him, he had felt a slight joy and comfort that he got from the boy. But it didn't last long...
That's why, when the moon was full, they all traveled up to a great hill where they watched the stars twinkle like crystals, their hearts saddened by the thought of what was to come.
It was told, by every fairy in Neverland, that when Peter Pan had found his equal, and a boy was found, then there would be no more Peter Pan. They all knew why now. Jack Wolfe was no ordinary boy. He could fly so easily that he could match Peter Pan; he was so mischievous that he even caught the attention of Captain Hook. Jack Wolfe had become "Jack Star", for he'd be here on this hill every night to watch those bright stars shine.
Not tonight, though, for tonight was a farewell. Jack Star was a happy boy, even though his past was no so great. Like Peter, his family had planned his feature, his marriage, his job - even what he would do when he had children of his own. Jack didn't like that. He wanted to stay a child, and if he had to run away then that's what he'd do. Peter Pan had come to a decision then, too, when he noticed some traits of himself in Jack. It was a decision that broke everyone's heart. But they knew this had to happen, because how could Neverland live if it didn't find its happiness soon?
Jack was a clear sign for Peter to leave. Everyone had their time to grow up, even Peter. Now was just the time. They said their good byes quietly; Peter had even lectured Jack on how to take care of his home, his family and his friends. Everything was there for Peter Pan, but he did not feel it. He felt the tug in his heart as he thought of this one girl he always had to save. Wendy.
Now, you probably know what Peter had decided he would do. It was obvious in the features of his face, and the emotions that spilled from his eyes like waterfalls. He was leaving. He was going to grow up. He was going to find Wendy, and he'd never let her go. Not like last time.
You ask me why he did such a thing, and I'd tell you it was because of love. Now... Peter wouldn't allow me to say such 'silly' things, because he believes it wasn't true. But how could someone forget their home, a place where they had lived for more than a lifetime, for a girl?
You tell me.
How's that? XD
Please don't get mad if you didn't want Peter to leave like that. But I promise you that this will be a wonderful