So… First Peter Pan fic… this is kind of an epilogue first and then catches up to where I want Peter to be when I start my story. It might be a little confusing at first, but I think it's okay(: Just give it a shot and I promise to update regularly and pretty quickly(:

Peter Brown wasn't as free as he thought he was. He was never free from anyone, much less himself. Weak lungs. Weak body. He would never be able to do highly physical things. Couldn't run far or lift heavy things. He would always be weak. His mother, filled with guilt, entertained the thought that he would find academics fulfilling. She had his whole life planned out for him. The best school. The best college. Work at a good company. Get promoted. Do something noble and get appointed a knight. Soon he would be flying in the highlife, despite his weak body. Little did she know that wasn't the kind of flying he would be doing at all.

Little Peter Brown was not going to go to school, or college, or get a job. Little Peter Brown wasn't even going to grow up. He wasn't even going to ever be called Peter Brown. Peter Pan would be his one and only name.

All in all, it would be the fairies doings that changed his fate. They weren't being courteous at all though, by bringing him to Neverland. In fact, it was a big risk for him. But his spirit won out in the end.

Neverland was dying. It had been for a long time. The trees faded. The waters blew away. Animals went to sleep. The air stopped moving because no dreams ever ventured there anymore.

Fairies were in charge of the little island and they didn't want to lose it. If a child said that they didn't believe in fairies, a single fairy died. If Neverland died, all the fairies would cease to exist as well. So they did the only thing that would save their island and themselves.

Twenty different fairies were sent to the Mainland to find a child, preferably a male that would be easy to control. A small little fairy named Tinker Bell happened upon the baby whose stroller had rolled away from Mrs. Brown. She called upon the other fairies and together they carried little Peter away from his life and to Neverland.

Dark magic was done to the child so that he would be linked to Neverland. If the child lived, then Neverland lived. If the child died, Neverland died.

But Tinker Bell couldn't have stolen a worse child, for Peter was too frail to stay alive much longer. More Dark Magic was soon done on the boy so that he would begin to heal. But he was so sick that he could barely walk, even with the magic coursing through his veins, making him stronger every day. Neverland was about to collapse in a couple of hours.

The fairies poured every ounce of magic they had into Peter. Enough magic to make him fly. But they forgot that Peter was linked to Neverland in so many ways. If Peter was well, Neverland was well. If Peter was hurt, Neverland was hurt. If Peter flew, then Neverland did too. The first flight Peter took made the little island pop out of the ocean and straight into the sky, where it stays even to this day.

The child responded to the magic well and Neverland thrived, young and alive once more. To prevent Neverland from growing old, the fairies ensured that Peter never grew either. But their magic only works in Neverland, so a fairy guardian was ordered to make sure Peter never left Neverland. Tinker Bell became his fairy and Peter became her companion, unaware that she had stolen his life from him forever.

For decades they flew around Neverland, exploring the new forests and contemplating the addition of Indians that Peter wished into existence when he missed his toys. The head fairies were mildly interested until he remembered about pirates, and then it became a problem. They couldn't have just anything Peter thought of popping up in Neverland. Dark Magic was put to use on Peter again to erase his memory of anything from his old world. For such a small child, he had so much magic in him. The air in Neverland was full of it and it started to drive him crazy. Tinker Bell took pity on him one time and showed him the way down to the mainland so that he could calm down for a little while. The effect was unexpected. As soon as the air cleared, Peter started to grow again. Before he had left Neverland, he was the equivalent of four years old and Neverland was full of pink skies and shallow pools, but when he returned, the skies began to darken a little, the pools were deeper, and the trees were taller. By looking at the rings on a tree trunk, Peter discovered that he was now seven years of age. The other fairies found out that he had been allowed to leave and punished Tinker Bell by taking away her voice. They put more magic on Peter to freeze him at seven years and wiped his memory of the mainland again.

But now Tinker Bell and Peter were furious with the other fairies. They continued to make trips to Neverland, trying to break the spells on Peter. Even if the fairies found out, they could do Peter no harm without destroying their home.

Eventually the spells binding Peter at seven years began to loosen their hold on him. Slowly, he began to age until he was the equivalent of fourteen years of age. That was when the mermaids came to Neverland. Peter will always blame that mistake on hormones. The fairies noticed the half fish women swimming around though, and Peter was frozen again, this time at fourteen, a horrible age to be stuck at for all eternity.

The council considered Peter lonely, so they allowed him to bring back other boys to Neverland if he promised to never leave for more than a few hours at a time. Peter called them the Lost Boys. He liked to believe that they were his brothers, that they would never leave him, but it only took one girl to undo all of that.

Wendy, another hormonal mistake, according to Peter. He enchanted her into coming to Neverland with him and then she left, taking all of the boys with her, leaving Peter heartbroken and lonelier than before.

That was the turning point. Peter refused to be controlled by the fairies that had bound him at fourteen for one-hundred years. After crying for hours, Peter escaped through the Neverland rain that was his own tears back to his home.

He learned his real name, Peter Brown, was written on his old baby clothes that he'd been found in. Soon he tracked down his mother's worn grave and found that she'd had three children after him. He was mentioned as forever missing. A note beside his name stated that even though he was really the oldest, his mother always thought of him as her little baby and called him that frequently. Peter found this ironic as he was unable to properly grow up. He found his siblings graves next to hers and their children's' next to theirs. After several rows of deceased Brown's, he came across the most recent grave. It read:

Here lies Christian Dare, child of Margret Brown and William Dare.

The Date of Birth and Date of Death were the same. He apparently died during his first day. Peter felt sorry for this child and lingered at his grave.

Two women soon came into the graveyard and Peter flew into a tree directly above him to hide from them. One of them, dressed fancily, cried over the grave endlessly. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, yet she cried "my baby," over and over again. Her face was beautiful, but ruined with tears. Her blonde hair was curly, but not intentionally.

The other woman was no older than thirteen, Peter could tell. Her brown hair was straight and thick and her face was worried. She went to the grave next to the baby's, one Peter didn't notice before. The name on it was William Dare. Peter could read that the death date was shortly before the baby's and was military related. It must have been the father. The survivors on his grave were listed as wife Margret, child, and sister. Peter assumed the sister was the one with dark hair.

After a while, the little one put her hand on the blonde's back, "Margret," she whispered, "we must go now." The blonde nodded dutifully and composed herself. She knelt by her husband's grave for a few minutes in silence, tears slowly falling. She followed the younger one away from the graveyard and away from Peter, who had come out of the tree.

He was related to Margret; she was his great-great-great-lot of great's-great niece. Peter wanted to comfort her like a great-great-great-lot of great's-great uncle would do. She was how he wanted his mother to have been. Beautiful and filled with immense love for her lost child.

Peter was torn. He wanted to meet her and possibly any other family he might have had. But he also didn't want to scare the young widow. Before he had time to decide, two shrieks filled the air from the direction the women had gone. Peter had no choice now. He followed.

Okay, how was that for first chapter? Review please!