The beat of the music filled Peter's ears as he stared at the neon sign of the Brooklyn club with a bored look. Yes, Brooklyn, as in New York City.

Now many may wonder, why in the hell was Peter Pan, the boy who never grew, in New York City? He should be in Neverland, playing with the lost boys and Tinkerbell. Even if he was going to be in the mortal world, he should be London, visiting the new generation of Darlings. Truth was, he was alone, even more so than normal.

The lost boys had caught a ship to go explore other lands in the Second Star. Tinkerbell had settled down with an old fairy friend of hers and moved back to Pixie Hollow for good. Wendy, John, Michael, Jane, and Danny were dead. Jane's daughter was a mother of her own. Said child had no interest in Neverland and him, that he was a figment of imagination, a story to tell children. She reminded him of Jane, though she was steadfast and absolutely sure of her belief unlike her grandmother who wanted to believe it didn't exist but knew the truth. Angela had no belief and he couldn't help a girl like that.

He let out a sigh. He needed to forget everything, even Wendy and Jane. Eventually they would fade into happy but distant memories, just as everything did for him. Time would do that but was it wrong to see if alcohol wouldn't speed the process along?

Another question people may have is how could Peter get into a bar in the first place? That was not of his doing but fate's. Every person has a soul mate. A pair of soul mates is known as a fated pair. You age at the rate of your soul mate. Just two or three years earlier Peter had started to age, causing him now to look about sixteen. He had a fake ID in case it was needed so he was able to get in the bar with no problem what so ever. He didn't come drinking often, just when needed and this was definitely a special circumstance.

Just as he was about to step in the door, he heard a muffled scream from the ally next to the building. His green eyes widened as shot off down the concrete to find an older man dressed in black holding a pretty girl up against the wall, copping a feel of her chest. Peter felt the rage build in his chest as he puffed out his chest and called out, "Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

The pervert turned to him and laughed. "Nothing of you concern, boy. Why don't you leave me and this sweet thing alone and I'll forget about you interrupting me?"

The girl looked at him, begging him with her light green eyes to help her. He glared at the monster before shaking his head.

The pig snorted. "Always gotta go with the hard way." As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the girl and slammed her against the wall, hard enough to knock her out. She slumped to the ground. He turned to Peter and gave him a snarl, before sending out a punch. He ducked, only to get another from the other fist in the ribs. The first hand swung, hitting him in the face. He was knocked back, with the bigger man coming towards him.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved pretty boy." He was about attack again before he was blasted into the wall of the club by some unknown energy. He hit the wall again several times till Peter heard a crack and the man collapsed on the ally floor.

He stared at the man before his eyes flittered around to see a blonde girl, about his age, crouched over the unconscious girl. From the little bit of her outfit, he could tell she had just left the club.

She stood up, but didn't turn in his direction. "What is the one and only Peter Pan doing in New York City?"

His eyes widened. She knew who he was. That was not something he expected. He looked her over again before he spoke. "I'd rather not say. Who are you?"

She let out a small chuckle. "You don't need to know. If you do, I'm sure you'll find out." She turned to see him and he froze. She was stunning. She was about 5'6, with long blonde curly hair that reached her mid back. Her skin was a beautiful creamy color with a tattoo on her upper left arm by her shoulder of a red rose wrapped around a silver sword. Her frame was dressed in a knee length dark blue dress, with black lace up around her neck and upper chest. A black leather purse is draped across her body and a small black leather belt wrapped around her waist. Two stacks of black bracelets were around each of her dainty wrists. Each of her ears hold an earring that looks like a black rose. Her shoes are black pumps, giving her a few extra inches in height. Her face is free of blemishes and scars. Her lips are a bright pink and curved into a small smile. Her eye makeup is light, showing off the most interesting colored eyes Peter has ever seen. They are a beautiful dark blue, indigo actually, with what seem to be silver stars sparkling in the dark depths. He had never seen anyone like her.

His eyes must have widened comically because she let out a small laugh. "Shocking I know. I'm a little different than normal people and stick out in a crowd like a sore thumb. Lucky for me, most people in there," she gestured to the club's back door that she must have come out of, "are either too stupid or too drunk or both to not pay attention to the fact that my eyes aren't normal." Her voice wraps around him like honey, making him nod in her assessment, not that it isn't true.

"You definitely aren't from here. I'm gonna guess Neverland, but how did you get through the border, much less go through space to get here?"

She smiled. "I can get through the border and come into the mortal world as easy as you Peter, and yes I am from Neverland, Romalia to be exact."

That made him raise an eyebrow. "Romalia. You people never leave the city, much less the island."

She glared. "As I said, I'm not most people. I leave the island and come into the mortal world even more often than you. The city can be quite boring and confining. I doubt most of the townsmen would not be able to come anywhere near New York, much less be able to come here, drink a little bit, and still kick that pervert's ass."

Her voice was practically a growl and it made him hold up his hands. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." His emerald gaze went to the pervert and the unnamed girl. "What's gonna happen to them?"

She followed his gaze. "Well he should probably have to stay in the hospital for a few weeks in a coma before getting sent to prison. I have a few friends at the NYPD who are on their way. The girl, Daphne Simms, is gonna go get checked out before heading home with her parents and siblings. I don't envy her the headache she is gonna have when she wakes up."

He let out a chuckle. "No, that won't be fun for her."

She smiled and their eyes met for a minute, him getting lost in the starry depths. All of a sudden, she turned her head to the door, as if she heard something he didn't. "Shit!" she cursed, before turning back to him. "I've gotta go. I came here with some friends and a few of my older brothers who are too protective for their own good. They are starting to look for me."

She turned back to the door and started to move forward. Not thinking, he reached out and grabbed her right wrist. "Wait!" he called, shocked at the spark that shot up his arm and struck his soul. 'Oh hell no! Don't tell me I'm fated to this beauty!' She must have felt it too as she looked at him in shock, confirming his thoughts. This was his soul mate. "Who are you?" he asked.

Her eyes flickered to the door, before back to him. "Call me Brynn. I'll tell you more next time we meet which I think is gonna be soon." She started to pull away, but stopped. She stared him a minute longer, contemplating something, before she shook her head, hastily kissed his cheek, before pulling her hand away and leaving. Just before she shut the door, she stopped and turned. "Peter!" she smiled. "It was enchanting to meet you." And with that she disappeared.

Brynn. That had to be short for something. He looked at the man on the concrete, thinking of the way she slammed him into the wall. He thought of her eyes, her golden hair, and the tattoo, everything he noticed about her till it hit him in the face.

Brynnalynn.

Princess Brynnalynn Natalia Agrigosa.

He was fated to the princess of Romalia and the heir of Calacari, the prophecy girl.

Oh shit! He was fated to Zac's cousin. That was not gonna go over very well. It was common knowledge that the royal family was overprotective of the blonde princess, Zac more than anyone. Peter considered the King of Corrifica a good friend. How the hell was he going to tell him he was fated to his cousin?

He shook his head. He just needed to do it, like ripping off a band aid. He started flying, lifting to about fifty feet above the club, looking down the street to see the cop cars and ambulance coming to take care of the pervert and the girl; Daphne Simms Brynn said was her name. He shook his head before sighing, and flew off the Second Star, preparing to talk to his friend about his soul mate.

Ok, so I changed it a little. But it was necessary. Brynn's POV is still going to be in the next chapter. I'm not changing that. I might add Zac and Peter to that one. Who knows?