CHAPTER ONE: Kelly
My name is Kelly Pan, you know, like Peter Pan. In fact, that's how I came to be in this situation. Captain Hook loathed me by my last name, after I won his trust and affection. But my karma caught up with me and I was captured by the Lost Boys, taken prisoner by Peter Pan. That's when everything changed. Perhaps I should tell you the whole story, this is how it all began.
I appeared in Neverland almost one Never Year ago, which is not a year-for no one has grown up- but it is a long enough time for a handful of kids to cross the line into adulthood. It is a word adapted by the Never Folks, which is important for staying young.
That's when I appeared. You see, no one actually comes to Neverland, unless they are accompanied by Peter. They just seem to appear.
I was the first girl to ever appear, for the rest of them had always been invited. My place of birth, into the Neverland, took place behind the Nightdusk Mountain, near the outskirts of Forest Draco. I had been found by a young unicorn, for this was their land, the boundry between Draco and the mountain ranges gaurded by the fairies.
I had formed a good, trusting bond with these creatures. But was parted from them when I was in search of a lucious field, rich with berries, and I somehow strayed off the path, and never found the field. The sun was beginning to set and I tried to stay hidden while trying to find a path home. When night wraps its arms around this land it sheds light to the beasts and vicious animals, making even shadows seem like blood thirsty creatures. It was a childish fear that never loosened it's grip, even after I turned seventeen, just before I appeared.
I had tripped over a large stone, and lost my balance, falling down a steep hill. I barrelled down into sticks, leaves, animal bones, broken arrow heads, and other objects that made me want to cry out in pain. I tumbled down into the water fall, managing to hoist the upper half of my body onto a small floating log, before I lost conciousness.
It was the first time I had contact with a human since the infamous day of appearence. I awoke on a small dingy that floated amoung the water gently, as every bump was smoothed out just for it. The light of day pierced my eyes, almost as painful and the sting that ran down from my right shoulder and tingled through my pinky. I had seen two men, one on each side of me.
"Aye, she is alive! What will the Cap'n say?" asked the man to my right. He smelled like rotting fish that spent an eternity in old, sweaty gym socks. He had long ratted brown hair held back by a hat. A gold earring hung from his left ear, glinting in the suns light. He was desperatly in need of a shave. He sported a white ruffled shirt covered by a brown vest, which obviously had never been introduced to a bar of soap or a needle and thread. The oddest thing about him, however, was that one eye was brown and the other was yellow. I later learned that he had lost an eye at sea, and in an effort to see again, replaced the empty eye socket with a cats. He is rumored to have excellant night vision.
The other pirate did not respond but glanced in my direction and paddled the dingy to a much larger ship. He was short and stubby, and seemed to have a grin linger in the corner of his mouth. He had rusty red hair, that matched the color of his whiskers that were sloppily sprouting from his chin. His spectacles lingered on the tip of his nose and his blue eyes studied everything in front of him.
As we entered the cold shadow of the rakish looking craft no sound was heard but my own breathing. The sound of fish jumping out of the water, did not flow through my ears nor did I hear any beez buzzing, or sea gulls calling. Life seemed to stop when we entered the shadow. The skeleton of a mermaid hung from the front of the boat, and one of what looked like a young boy at the back. Men had been climbing the ropes and swung from end of the mast to the other. A rope ladder had been dropped from the boats side as I blacked out again.
My name is Kelly Pan, you know, like Peter Pan. In fact, that's how I came to be in this situation. Captain Hook loathed me by my last name, after I won his trust and affection. But my karma caught up with me and I was captured by the Lost Boys, taken prisoner by Peter Pan. That's when everything changed. Perhaps I should tell you the whole story, this is how it all began.
I appeared in Neverland almost one Never Year ago, which is not a year-for no one has grown up- but it is a long enough time for a handful of kids to cross the line into adulthood. It is a word adapted by the Never Folks, which is important for staying young.
That's when I appeared. You see, no one actually comes to Neverland, unless they are accompanied by Peter. They just seem to appear.
I was the first girl to ever appear, for the rest of them had always been invited. My place of birth, into the Neverland, took place behind the Nightdusk Mountain, near the outskirts of Forest Draco. I had been found by a young unicorn, for this was their land, the boundry between Draco and the mountain ranges gaurded by the fairies.
I had formed a good, trusting bond with these creatures. But was parted from them when I was in search of a lucious field, rich with berries, and I somehow strayed off the path, and never found the field. The sun was beginning to set and I tried to stay hidden while trying to find a path home. When night wraps its arms around this land it sheds light to the beasts and vicious animals, making even shadows seem like blood thirsty creatures. It was a childish fear that never loosened it's grip, even after I turned seventeen, just before I appeared.
I had tripped over a large stone, and lost my balance, falling down a steep hill. I barrelled down into sticks, leaves, animal bones, broken arrow heads, and other objects that made me want to cry out in pain. I tumbled down into the water fall, managing to hoist the upper half of my body onto a small floating log, before I lost conciousness.
It was the first time I had contact with a human since the infamous day of appearence. I awoke on a small dingy that floated amoung the water gently, as every bump was smoothed out just for it. The light of day pierced my eyes, almost as painful and the sting that ran down from my right shoulder and tingled through my pinky. I had seen two men, one on each side of me.
"Aye, she is alive! What will the Cap'n say?" asked the man to my right. He smelled like rotting fish that spent an eternity in old, sweaty gym socks. He had long ratted brown hair held back by a hat. A gold earring hung from his left ear, glinting in the suns light. He was desperatly in need of a shave. He sported a white ruffled shirt covered by a brown vest, which obviously had never been introduced to a bar of soap or a needle and thread. The oddest thing about him, however, was that one eye was brown and the other was yellow. I later learned that he had lost an eye at sea, and in an effort to see again, replaced the empty eye socket with a cats. He is rumored to have excellant night vision.
The other pirate did not respond but glanced in my direction and paddled the dingy to a much larger ship. He was short and stubby, and seemed to have a grin linger in the corner of his mouth. He had rusty red hair, that matched the color of his whiskers that were sloppily sprouting from his chin. His spectacles lingered on the tip of his nose and his blue eyes studied everything in front of him.
As we entered the cold shadow of the rakish looking craft no sound was heard but my own breathing. The sound of fish jumping out of the water, did not flow through my ears nor did I hear any beez buzzing, or sea gulls calling. Life seemed to stop when we entered the shadow. The skeleton of a mermaid hung from the front of the boat, and one of what looked like a young boy at the back. Men had been climbing the ropes and swung from end of the mast to the other. A rope ladder had been dropped from the boats side as I blacked out again.