Hullo! I normally write anime fanfics, but I LOVE Peter Pan, so I'm giving it a shot. The Peter Pan I'm basing this fanfic on is, the one with Jeremy Sumpter. Hope you guys like it!
Our story starts in England. And remember, all you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of fairy dust.
A strange boy, with leaves as pants, sat at a closed window, peering in. Inside of the window was a family. The husband had dark hair and blue eyes. The two sons looked like smaller versions of their father. Now, the wife. Oh, how she was beautiful. Her light, brown curls bounced, as her dazzling grey eyes smiled. The family danced around the room to a song of joy and laughter. The mood of this family contrasted the mood of the strange boy. In fact, he looked like he went through years of pain and sorrow. To tell the truth, he did, for that strange boy is Peter Pan.
Peter had always kept his promise; he never forgot about Wendy. He couldn't even if he had tried. And trust me, he had. He visited Wendy everyday, but she never opened the window.
Today was Christmas and the snowy night was amazing. But Peter wasn't happy at all. Christmas marked the twelfth year that Wendy has forgotten-. No, she hasn't. She's just been busy. He glanced back into the window, and longed for Wendy. Just to hold her, to dance with her, to give her a thimble. Just as Peter was thinking about it, Wendy gave her husband a thimble.
"Tink, this is it. It has finally happened. Wendy has forgotte-" Peter couldn't bring himself to say it. Unable to say more, Peter and Tink flew back to Neverland, in silence.
It's been 90 years since that dreaded day. Somewhere along those 90 years, Wendy passed away. Peter was devastated that his first love had died, and he couldn't have stopped it. For all of those years, Peter thought that if he could have kept Wendy in Neverland, she would still be alive. It was all his fault. He still took fresh flowers to Wendy's grave everyday and sat there, staring at her picture.
So, this is the ending of chapter one, R&R!