PROLOGUE
Six Years Ago.
LONDON, ENGLAND DECEMBER 1898
".and there were pirates and fairies!" Michael exclaimed, as he danced a circle around his smiling parents.
"Yes!" John chimed, his cerulean orbs twinkling with excitement. "And we got to use swords and fight!"
The lad made a swashbuckling motion as his pretend cutlass sliced trough the air.
"Good heavens!" Mrs. Darling exclaimed placing a hand over her chest as he went on.
Mr. Darling turned towards the window, blinking as he did for, he could have sworn that a pair of mischievous green eyes were shining back at him. When he saw nothing at all with exception, of course to his own crisp blues, he sighed, retuning his attention to his children.
And, even though, he was being quite protective, he knew, something told him whatever he saw, even if it might have just been his imagination, he perceived that those eyes, mischievous as they were, were of no threat at all. In fact, they appeared somewhat familiar to him somehow.
"George, lets all go down to the drawing room and continue these adventures over some tea and crumpets. The children must be starving."
The man smiled sincerely, placing an arm around each of his boys.
"That sounds delightful Mary."
As they left the room, chartering lively, Wendy returned to the now closed window, quickly opening it. The crisp night air drifted in, leaving her skin covered in goose bumps.
As she stepped lightly at her balcony, a figure slowly floated from the tree nearest the house, before landing on the window seal.
Wendy smiled fondly at the handsome, youthful face, staring intently into his Loki eyes.
"You wont forget about us will you?" she asked seriously.
The youth smiled, causing his eyes to burn with an all to familiar fire that ignited her soul and brought her to life.
"Me forget?" he scoffed, placing his hands upon his hips in defiance. "Never."
For a moment there was a lengthy silence that haunted the air. Wendy finally found words after a moment of discomfort. They formed in the back of her throat yet, it was as if they had become attached, unwilling to let go but, she managed to pry them loose somehow.
Her eyes sparkled like liquid sapphire, as she smiled sadly.
"I'll never see you again will I, Peter Pan?" she asked almost rhetorically, as if making up his mind for him.
Peter stared down at his toes, covered with dried mud and stained with every sort of earth there was. His fire, that had always lit her path, seemed to fade to a mere apparition as something else took its place. If Wendy hadn't of known peter better, she would have placed it as regret.
Suddenly, a cocky grin formed his lips and he hovered into the nursery a moment, coming about two feet from her.
"I'll come back to listen to your wild tales of Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Then of course, there fare always the stories of Never, Never Land.and me."
Wendy smiled knowingly. She knew exactly what he was trying to say in his subliminal message to her. She took a bold step forwards, placing a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head from side to side.
"Don't worry peter, we're not going to forget you either.I promise." She grinned adding, "Besides, what would I tell about if I did?" she inquired matter-a-factly.
As if on impulse, the girl found herself leaning forwards, wrapping her arms tightly around the never boy's waist, in a deep embrace. After a few seconds of hesitation on his part, Peter returned the gesture slowly. He could feel Wendy's hot breath pulsing against his bare skin and her long curls tickling his bare as it flowed over his shoulder.
"I'll miss you Peter." She whispered softly into his tanned ear, her lips brushing, ever so lightly, against his lobe.
"Wendy? Aren't you coming down dear?" Her mother's voice called out.
She smiled, pecking Peter's cheek, before releasing him.
"Thank you."
She turned heading towards the exit of the room, biting her lip as she walked away. She didn't expect him to call out her name, just blow away like a tumble weed in the wind, like the free spirit he was and just leave it all behind, but that's not what happened. He did call out to her, and she in turn, glanced back, meeting the emerald ocean pools that yearned for adventure and the distant, open horizon.
"Wendy," he began, then paused, as if brooding deeply over a deeply rooted thought that was like a raw nerve, it seemed almost if he was trying to decide whether to say it or not.
After a long moment, he gazed at her, his usually playfully eyes now bleeding with soberness.
"Will you always keep the window unlocked for me?"
She nodded. "Always."
Peter bowed deeply, grinning widely.
"Until." He stated simply before adding in a softer tone that was uncharacteristic of Peter. "Good-bye, Wendy lady."
Her eyes stung as she forced the surreal words past her tongue and into the chilling air of reality.
"Good-bye Peter."
And with a leap and a wink, he was gone.never to return. And as a crisp wind whispered her name as it blew through her chestnut curls, a fleeting though pulsed deeply through her mind as the moon played across a trial of liquid glass gliding down her cheek as if dancing to a lament.
'Never is an awfully long time.'
Six Years Ago.
LONDON, ENGLAND DECEMBER 1898
".and there were pirates and fairies!" Michael exclaimed, as he danced a circle around his smiling parents.
"Yes!" John chimed, his cerulean orbs twinkling with excitement. "And we got to use swords and fight!"
The lad made a swashbuckling motion as his pretend cutlass sliced trough the air.
"Good heavens!" Mrs. Darling exclaimed placing a hand over her chest as he went on.
Mr. Darling turned towards the window, blinking as he did for, he could have sworn that a pair of mischievous green eyes were shining back at him. When he saw nothing at all with exception, of course to his own crisp blues, he sighed, retuning his attention to his children.
And, even though, he was being quite protective, he knew, something told him whatever he saw, even if it might have just been his imagination, he perceived that those eyes, mischievous as they were, were of no threat at all. In fact, they appeared somewhat familiar to him somehow.
"George, lets all go down to the drawing room and continue these adventures over some tea and crumpets. The children must be starving."
The man smiled sincerely, placing an arm around each of his boys.
"That sounds delightful Mary."
As they left the room, chartering lively, Wendy returned to the now closed window, quickly opening it. The crisp night air drifted in, leaving her skin covered in goose bumps.
As she stepped lightly at her balcony, a figure slowly floated from the tree nearest the house, before landing on the window seal.
Wendy smiled fondly at the handsome, youthful face, staring intently into his Loki eyes.
"You wont forget about us will you?" she asked seriously.
The youth smiled, causing his eyes to burn with an all to familiar fire that ignited her soul and brought her to life.
"Me forget?" he scoffed, placing his hands upon his hips in defiance. "Never."
For a moment there was a lengthy silence that haunted the air. Wendy finally found words after a moment of discomfort. They formed in the back of her throat yet, it was as if they had become attached, unwilling to let go but, she managed to pry them loose somehow.
Her eyes sparkled like liquid sapphire, as she smiled sadly.
"I'll never see you again will I, Peter Pan?" she asked almost rhetorically, as if making up his mind for him.
Peter stared down at his toes, covered with dried mud and stained with every sort of earth there was. His fire, that had always lit her path, seemed to fade to a mere apparition as something else took its place. If Wendy hadn't of known peter better, she would have placed it as regret.
Suddenly, a cocky grin formed his lips and he hovered into the nursery a moment, coming about two feet from her.
"I'll come back to listen to your wild tales of Cinderella, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty. Then of course, there fare always the stories of Never, Never Land.and me."
Wendy smiled knowingly. She knew exactly what he was trying to say in his subliminal message to her. She took a bold step forwards, placing a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head from side to side.
"Don't worry peter, we're not going to forget you either.I promise." She grinned adding, "Besides, what would I tell about if I did?" she inquired matter-a-factly.
As if on impulse, the girl found herself leaning forwards, wrapping her arms tightly around the never boy's waist, in a deep embrace. After a few seconds of hesitation on his part, Peter returned the gesture slowly. He could feel Wendy's hot breath pulsing against his bare skin and her long curls tickling his bare as it flowed over his shoulder.
"I'll miss you Peter." She whispered softly into his tanned ear, her lips brushing, ever so lightly, against his lobe.
"Wendy? Aren't you coming down dear?" Her mother's voice called out.
She smiled, pecking Peter's cheek, before releasing him.
"Thank you."
She turned heading towards the exit of the room, biting her lip as she walked away. She didn't expect him to call out her name, just blow away like a tumble weed in the wind, like the free spirit he was and just leave it all behind, but that's not what happened. He did call out to her, and she in turn, glanced back, meeting the emerald ocean pools that yearned for adventure and the distant, open horizon.
"Wendy," he began, then paused, as if brooding deeply over a deeply rooted thought that was like a raw nerve, it seemed almost if he was trying to decide whether to say it or not.
After a long moment, he gazed at her, his usually playfully eyes now bleeding with soberness.
"Will you always keep the window unlocked for me?"
She nodded. "Always."
Peter bowed deeply, grinning widely.
"Until." He stated simply before adding in a softer tone that was uncharacteristic of Peter. "Good-bye, Wendy lady."
Her eyes stung as she forced the surreal words past her tongue and into the chilling air of reality.
"Good-bye Peter."
And with a leap and a wink, he was gone.never to return. And as a crisp wind whispered her name as it blew through her chestnut curls, a fleeting though pulsed deeply through her mind as the moon played across a trial of liquid glass gliding down her cheek as if dancing to a lament.
'Never is an awfully long time.'