Chapter One : The Beginning Of The End
" One day," peter pan promised his new friend grinning at her from the edge of her opened window. "I shall come back for you, and we will have another amazing adventure together." Nine-year-old Jane Darling gazed up at the floating boy in the air outside her own window, smiling down at her with his mossy green eyes and child like grimace. She did not know if he would truly return as he was promising her, but deep down in her heart, she knew that she would never see this magical, flying boy again.
"Peter!" She cried out to him. "Please, don't go! I am afraid I shall never see you again!"
Peter pan whirled around to look at the hopeful little girl with her big, expectant blue eyes one more time.
" I must leave you now, Jane. I must return to Never land, where I belong." He had once said this to a young girl before, the beautiful Wendy Darling that told wonderful stories of pirates, Cinderella, and sleeping beauty. Memories of her watching him whiz off with his faithful fairy, Tinker bell, crowded his memory now as he peered down at Wendy's own daughter who had joined him in the same journey to Never land hours before. Peter advanced back toward the window, landing silently on his two feet beside Jane in her nursery, once Wendy's.
" If you'd like, I will tuck you into your bed for the night," he offered her. Jane smiled. She scurried on over to her four-poster bed, waiting impatiently for peter to pick her up and lift her into the bed. Peter lifted Jane up by her underarms, lifted her into the sheets, and tucked her in gingerly. Suddenly, he had remembered. Around his quite unclean neck hung an acorn necklace he had given Wendy, which he would now give to her daughter. He removed the necklace from his neck and placed into gently into Jane's outstretched hands.
"Thank you," she whispered to him in his ears, before turning away and drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Peter was still stroking her pretty, dirty blonde hair, looking over her as if she were his own daughter. He didn't want to let go of her… he didn't want to loose her as he did with Wendy. But there was no time to waste now. Tinker bell was peeking in through the open window now, searching for peter still standing over the child asleep in her bed. With one last glance at her, peter turned away, tears swelling up in the corners of his eyes as he left the ground and soared out of the window and up into the heavens… second to the left, and then straight on till morning.