Prologue –
"She was leaving you Pan! Your Wendy was leaving you... why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are... incomplete! She'd rather grow up than stay here with you!"
Looking down to the deck of the mahogany ship that lay beneath him, he saw her. Fighting her way through the masses of pirates that if given the chance, would willingly slit her throat. No matter what happened in this battle, she would still be leaving. Either ascending into the heavens by death or descending back down to the real world where she would grow up and he would never be able to see her again. Whichever way it happened, she would slip away and forget him. He'd given her everything he had, and she was still going back.
"Let us now take a peep into the future. What's this I see? It is the fair Wendy. She's in the nursery. The window is closed"
"I'll open it!" he yelled flying forward and lashing out. Wendy would never close his window.
"I'm afraid the window's bared,"
"I'll call out her name!"
"I'm afraid she can't hear you,"
"No!"
"She can't see you,"
"Wendy!"
"She's forgotten all about you."
"Stop! Please stop it!"
He could feel the words weighing him down, dragging his young body closer to the deck of the ship that was now the only obstacle that lay between him and the thundering ocean.
"And what is this I see? There is another in your place..."
Looking up into the cold, blue, merciless eyes of his opponent he tried to brace himself for what was coming next, though no amount of preparation could have readied him for the final words:
"He is called Husband!"
This was all too much for him to handle. He wanted to cry out in pain, but couldn't seem to summon the strength. Unable to call forth one singular happy thought, his body plummeted back to earth and with it, he felt the sudden pain of colliding with the cold, hard, wooden deck.
"AAAHHH!" yelled Peter, waking up with a fright and whacking his head of the low ceiling that was raised only a few feet above his bed. Rubbing his bruised cranium, Peter arose from his fur covered, timber bed and walked over to his large oak table.
Peter often dreamt of his final battle with Captain James Hook. There was a truth behind Hook's final word that deeply disturbed him and Peter hated him even more for it. Hook had planted a seed of doubt in his mind that could not be destroyed, not even by the kiss Wendy had bestowed upon him before she had left him to go and grow up... just as Hook said she would.
It had now been three weeks since she had left Neverland and as much as he wanted to despise Wendy for leaving him, Peter could not bring himself to do it. He had attempted to stay away from the nursery, and failed miserably. At first he tried to tell himself that he was merely checking up on the lost boys, but deep down he knew why he kept returning. Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
Peter had been so lonely without her. He didn't even have the lost boys to distract him anymore. Not only that, but he could not longer fight pirates as they had all disappeared after Captain Hook's untimely death. They now lived in fear that he, the legendary Peter Pan, would come to finish them off in a similar way to which he had executed Hook.
With his sever lack of love for life, Neverland was becoming an uninhabitable barren wasteland, but Peter did not care. For the first time in his life, Peter Pan felt Neverland was inadequate. The mermaids, the Indians, the fairies... even flying had lost its excitement. No, what Peter craved more than anything else was the one thing Neverland could not provide. No, the thing he yearned for more than anything else could only be found in one place... London. And his time was running out...
"She was leaving you Pan! Your Wendy was leaving you... why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are... incomplete! She'd rather grow up than stay here with you!"
Looking down to the deck of the mahogany ship that lay beneath him, he saw her. Fighting her way through the masses of pirates that if given the chance, would willingly slit her throat. No matter what happened in this battle, she would still be leaving. Either ascending into the heavens by death or descending back down to the real world where she would grow up and he would never be able to see her again. Whichever way it happened, she would slip away and forget him. He'd given her everything he had, and she was still going back.
"Let us now take a peep into the future. What's this I see? It is the fair Wendy. She's in the nursery. The window is closed"
"I'll open it!" he yelled flying forward and lashing out. Wendy would never close his window.
"I'm afraid the window's bared,"
"I'll call out her name!"
"I'm afraid she can't hear you,"
"No!"
"She can't see you,"
"Wendy!"
"She's forgotten all about you."
"Stop! Please stop it!"
He could feel the words weighing him down, dragging his young body closer to the deck of the ship that was now the only obstacle that lay between him and the thundering ocean.
"And what is this I see? There is another in your place..."
Looking up into the cold, blue, merciless eyes of his opponent he tried to brace himself for what was coming next, though no amount of preparation could have readied him for the final words:
"He is called Husband!"
This was all too much for him to handle. He wanted to cry out in pain, but couldn't seem to summon the strength. Unable to call forth one singular happy thought, his body plummeted back to earth and with it, he felt the sudden pain of colliding with the cold, hard, wooden deck.
"AAAHHH!" yelled Peter, waking up with a fright and whacking his head of the low ceiling that was raised only a few feet above his bed. Rubbing his bruised cranium, Peter arose from his fur covered, timber bed and walked over to his large oak table.
Peter often dreamt of his final battle with Captain James Hook. There was a truth behind Hook's final word that deeply disturbed him and Peter hated him even more for it. Hook had planted a seed of doubt in his mind that could not be destroyed, not even by the kiss Wendy had bestowed upon him before she had left him to go and grow up... just as Hook said she would.
It had now been three weeks since she had left Neverland and as much as he wanted to despise Wendy for leaving him, Peter could not bring himself to do it. He had attempted to stay away from the nursery, and failed miserably. At first he tried to tell himself that he was merely checking up on the lost boys, but deep down he knew why he kept returning. Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
Peter had been so lonely without her. He didn't even have the lost boys to distract him anymore. Not only that, but he could not longer fight pirates as they had all disappeared after Captain Hook's untimely death. They now lived in fear that he, the legendary Peter Pan, would come to finish them off in a similar way to which he had executed Hook.
With his sever lack of love for life, Neverland was becoming an uninhabitable barren wasteland, but Peter did not care. For the first time in his life, Peter Pan felt Neverland was inadequate. The mermaids, the Indians, the fairies... even flying had lost its excitement. No, what Peter craved more than anything else was the one thing Neverland could not provide. No, the thing he yearned for more than anything else could only be found in one place... London. And his time was running out...