All children grow up except one…

Those were the words young Willow Edwards grew up with. The tales of her grandmother, Wendy, and mother, Jane, herself were often told during bedtime. She heard wonderful tales as a child but the stories of Peter Pan has always captured her attention. Every night, after Willow's bedtime story, Jane always left the window open as a habit.

"Mama, why do you leave the windows open?" asked young Willow after her bedtime story was told. Tonight was the story of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys, Willow's favourite.

"My dear, it's just a little habit I like to do." Jane sighed looking up at the sky, spotting the second star to the right. It twinkled and sent memories of her visit to Neverland running through her mind again. "Would you like it closed?" she asked looking away from the windows and into her daughter's deep blue eyes.

"No Mama, it's all right. It's quite warm anyways." Willow said as she lay down on her bed. "Could you tuck me in?". Jane smiled and left the window, gently and slowly, she pulled the covers onto Willow and kissed Willow's forehead, ruffling her hazel brown hair.

"Goodnight Willow." she murmured and switched off the lights. She slowly shut the door and walked towards her room.

"Has anyone told you how much you looked like Wendy?" That voice startled Jane and she turned around quickly, almost knocking over a vase. It was Peter but he seemed to have changed. A little taller, older perhaps, his arms looked stronger yet he still looked like the boy she travelled with to Neverland.

"My Peter, you startled me." Jane flushed tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"Missed me? Or have I been in your mind after all those years?" he teased and Jane rolled her eyes.

"You still are that cheeky, charismatic boy after years. But my, you've changed." Jane said as she eyed him up and down. Peter shrugged and sat crossed legged mid air.

"Grew up a little. Neverland has changed. You grow up but stop only at sixteen." Peter said. "I've got an idea! Why don't you come back to Neverland and be the boys mother?" he exclaimed, proud of his idea. Now it was Jane's turn to shrug.

"I can't Peter." she said softly and Peter fell down onto the floor with a loud thump.

"Why not?" he asked getting up. Jane sighed and sat down on a chair.

"I'm already a mother. I have a daughter, Willow." Jane said rubbing her forehead. Peter noticed she was rather distant in his visit back. Peter said nothing and rose up.

"Wait, you'll come back for Willow right? She needs it, every child deserves an adventure." asked Jane grabbing his wrist. Peter gave a small smile and said, "Of course.". Those were the last words of Peter Pan uttered to Jane before he left. He took a peep into Wendy's room. She was sitting in a rickety chair knitting and chuckling softly to herself. Wendy was no longer that young and beautiful women he saw when he brought back Jane. She looked old and frail in her baby blue nightgown. Her hair was no longer the light brown he remembered, it was white with a few brown strands here and there. She grew up and grew old. Peter sighed and flew out of Kensington Gardens and back to Neverland.

Years passed and Willow slowly grew up into young but sensible girl. She wasn't like her mother as a child, cynical and practical, but she was just like her late grandmother, a vivid imagination and enjoyed telling stories to her younger brother, Charles and baby sister, Alice. On the eve of her tenth birthday, while she was telling stories to Charles, she heard the window open and a little twinkling sound. She looked out but there was no one. But there was someone. It was Peter. He came back for her. Looking into her window, he saw that Jane really did nurture a beautiful young ten year old. Almost by accident, a breeze came and lightly pushed Peter into the window of her room, opening it. Scared of her reaction he quickly took off back to Neverland.

"How strange Charles. Did you see anyone?" she asked the young six year old Charles. Charles mumbled something about the wind and Willow continued her story just like always. Her mother always said that Peter Pan would come one day and knock on her window to take her on a visit to Neverland, but it never happened. Slowly, as Willow began to grew older, she longed for that one knock on her window. But she never did get that knock until…

~Neverland~

Peter had grown after the surprise visit to Jane. He remembered those blue eyes and hazel brown hair that never seem to have aged. She did, grew up to be a beautiful women just like her mother, Wendy. How Peter longed to have visited Wendy when he arrived in Kensington Gardens. It has already been six years since his visit to Jane and her daughter Willow, must've been grown up. He had never told anyone about his secret visit to Willow on the eve of her tenth birthday. Why didn't he stay? What was he so afraid of? But that secret visit changed him. He was no longer that charismatic, playful and funny boy people told stories of. He had changed. He took up an art of learning magic, dark magic, and somehow, he has became the villain everybody feared in fairytales. He had also grown up a little as well, to a young, devilish sixteen year old adolescent boy. The shadow Wendy had sewn on him was cut off, letting it fly freely. By learning magic, the Lost Boys also followed Peter's footsteps but they never practiced magic. Everything to Peter was just a mere game and everyone was just parts of a game.

Hook wasn't how people portrayed him in stories, that must've been his older brother, James, which was killed by Peter himself after a swordfight at the Jolly Roger. Hook indeed, just like Peter. A seventeen year old swashbuckling pirate who led the Jolly Roger. He was not like his brother, in fact, he was rather cheeky and charismatic. Although he was never like his brother, he rather keep his distance from Pan and tried to get out of every possible encounter with Pan.

"Slightly!" Peter called from the campfire one of the boys helped set up. Slightly walked over to Peter, ruffling his messy blonde hair. Slightly was the oldest of all the boys, seventeen years and better known as Felix. Claiming his spot as the Lost Boys leader, he led the boys whilst Peter was away

"Yes?" Felix asked, toying with the ends of his hood. Peter beckoned Felix to come closer and whispered into his ear.

"Use the shadow. Go to Kensington Gardens and take the girl whom they call Willow Darling." Peter whispered and Felix looked surprised.

"Jane Darling or now Edwards, has a daughter?" Felix asked. Peter nodded.

"She has already three children, Willow, Charles and Alice." Peter said softly and sent Felix off to find the shadow.

~Kensington Gardens~

"Mother! Come in here! The knock! It finally happened!" exclaimed Willow. Now all grown up as a sixteen year old girl, she still was a child at heart, telling stories to her younger siblings without fail every night. Hearing her daughter, Jane quickly rushed on her robe, tying her belt at the waist tightly. From rumours she heard, many told twisted the tale of Peter Pan; no matter how she refused to believe them, she still had that feeling that Peter may be not all he seemed years ago.

"Come with me to Neverland." Jane heard a voice say from her daughter's room. This wasn't the voice of Peter Pan. It was his shadow. Allured by its voice, Willow let the shadow lift her hand up slowly and led her slowly out into the window. Jane burst in right before the shadow took off, managing to see her daughter in her pale blue sweater over her nightgown standing at the window.

"Willow!" Jane cried out the window. Willow turned to face her mother snapping out of her trance.

"Mother!" Willow shouted back and her mother tried to take in all her daughter's last words before she broke down into a stream of tears. Willow saw a blurry figure of her father bursting into the room before collapsing down together with Jane and her siblings as well. Fighting back tears, she tried prying her eyes away from her family but she couldn't. All those years, she wanted that one knock that could give her the adventure of a lifetime but it never seemed to be what she always thought it would be.

"What do you want with me?" she choked out, still holding on to the shadow. The shadow didn't answer but instead it flew faster. She soon fell asleep holding on to the shadow.

The shadow looked down and saw its captive asleep and flew even quicker, hoping to please Pan. It soon arrived at Neverland.

'The whole island is a bloody trap.'

Neverland was not as it seems long ago. It was dark and more foliage. Poisonous plants soon grew uncontrollably in Neverland. It has became the place children visit in their nightmares, not dreams anymore. Pixie dust in Neverland was scarce and fairies have left. Tinkerbell on the other hand, was no longer Peter's right hand fairy. After being exiled by the Fairy Queen to Neverland for helping Peter, she left Pixie Hollow and lived in Neverland alone in her abode. She was no longer a bright green fairy anymore, she became human sized and her clothes were torn and no longer had their bright green glow anymore.

Once the shadow approached the camp, it threw Willow onto the camp floor. She landed with a loud thump which alerted the boys and Peter.

"Careful with her!" Peter shouted and picked Willow up slowly placing her on a log.

"What are we doing with her?" Felix asked. "I thought we stopped getting children from London four years ago.". Peter shrugged and stayed quiet.

"She's special." Peter said softly and Felix scoffed.

"That's what you said years ago and we brought in Wendy Darling! Who knows how old is she now." Felix said.

"Wendy Darling is dead." he said bitterly. When he visited Willow secretly four years ago, he tried looking for Wendy but she was not there anymore. He saw the photos of her and her family and bit back tears. He decided to look for John and Michael and found them in the countryside living together. John still had his black, rounded glasses but his hair was a nice salt and pepper colour. Michael on the other hand, got married and was looked in his late sixties. Peter smiled at the memories of them leading the Lost Boys for a day and flew back to Neverland smiling and reminiscing memories.

"What happened to her?" Felix asked snapping Peter out of his thoughts.

"She passed away of old age." Peter whispered and wiped away a stray tear that has fallen. He then jumped up, happy but not a good happy and whistled for the boys.

"Come on boys! Let's play a game!" Peter shouted and the boys cheered.

Hello readers! This is my second story and I'm really excited about it :D Don't worry, I will still be continuing my other story, Forbidden Love, check it out! So yeah. ILSM GAIS ;)