Wendy awoke and looked around. She was in her little house that had been made for her when she first arrived in Neverland. She stood up and quickly scurried through to Peter's tree. She slipped through the entrance and landed soundly on the floor of his home.
He was sleeping.
"Oh, Peter." She whispered. Deciding no to wake him, she went back outside and began to wonder around the woods. It was wonderful to see the trees, the flowers, the fairies and smell the sweet scent of beauty all around her. It was peaceful serenity, something you never found in London.
She had what seemed hours of adventure, running through the thick shrubbery; the sort of fun that she hadn't experienced in years.
She skipped home with a chain of flowers hanging around her neck, her hair flowing wildly down her back and a grin the size of Big Ben stamped across her face. Wendy slid down into the tree and almost ran into Peter.
"Sorry Peter!" she gasped. Giggling and trying to catch her breath at the same time. "I didn't mean to run into you!"
"Where were you?" he asked, a stern look on his face. Wendy looked at him, confused.
"I was um, in the forest. I was just having some fun. An adventure!" Peter crossed his arms and stared at her. "Peter, stop mucking around." He started to laugh and then another serious look took its place.
"Wendy? Can, can I ask you a question?"
"Certainly!" They both moved towards the bed. Peter sat cross – legged on the floor and Wendy sat on the bed.
"Wendy. Why have I grown?" Wendy looked at the pals of her hand, searching for an answer.
"To be honest Peter" his eyes widened in hope, "I really do not know!" Peter let out a deep sigh.
Wendy placed her hand in his and he looked up. Their eyes connected and then she spoke.
"Peter, you must grow up, we don't know why you started and we don't know how to make you
stop!" she paused again. "But you are growing and you need to realize that!" Peter nodded and the solemn frown on his face turned into a little smirk.
"Wendy, come with me! I want to show you something!" He grabbed her hand and whisked her into the forest.
"Peter! Slow down!" she called. He ignored her screams and calls and kept zooming at full pace. Wendy closed her eyes and inhaled slowly, it had been so long since she had flown at such speed. Peter started to slow down and Wendy peeked slightly through one eye. She had never been here before. She opened both eyes and they landed softly on the ground.
"Peter? Where are - " he put his finger to his lips. Peter ushered Wendy a few steps forward and Wendy let out a meek squeal. She was standing face over a cliff. Trying to remain confident, Wendy lifted up her chin and then she saw it; the most beautiful sunset with splashes of pinks, purples and oranges. The sun was deep red and surrounded by a shimmering glow of gold. It was still quite warm and a light ocean breeze swept through Wendy's hair forcing it to cascade across her back and onto her shoulder. She smiled and watched Peter take in the wonderful colours.
"Peter, you have grown" he frowned and she continued, "on the inside. You have matured. The Peter Pan I met a few years ago would have never come here to watch this beautiful sunset." They both laughed and decided to go home.
The journey home seemed much quicker and they were back at the tree house in no time at all. Wendy ran up to the front of the tree and waited for Peter. Peter came along and pulled the vine which hung directly in front of the tree. The bark door swung up and the two walked in. The slid down the slide and landed with a bump on the floor of the house. Wendy was laughing as well as Peter. A sudden silence fell over the room and Wendy stood up, dusting off her dress.
"Oh. Who are you?" she looked at the person standing in front of her. "How rude of me! I am Wendy Moira Angela Darling" and she curtsied. The girl in front of her was about 15 years old with blonde hair reaching just below her shoulder blades. She had beautiful blue eyes and was wearing a night gown – similar to Wendy's. The girl smiled revealing her shiny white teeth.
"Very nice to meet you Wendy. You must tell me of your adventures." She nodded enthusiastically "I am Catherine Maria Doyle." Wendy smiled back and then looked over to Peter who was standing nervously next to her.
"Guess what Peter!" Catherine didn't wait for Peter to answer but instead ran over to Peter's bed and pulled up the covers. Four boys ranging from about 9 – 14 were hiding beneath the quilts. Catherine beamed and ushered them over to Peter. Wendy looked confused and looked at the boys.
"John? Michael? Slightly? Tootles? My brothers! What are you doing here?"
