Author's Notes: Hello, everyone! I know it has been awhile, but I have been caught up with writing various other fan fictions and starting my own original book! Yikes! College has also been keeping me busy, so... anyway, now that I am finished with my other fan fictions (my original book is still very much ongoing), I thought I would come back and take a look at my first ever attempt at writing and... YIKES! I was cringing so much, so I decided to revise this story! Don't worry! To all those who have been loyal to this story so far, nothing major will change, I will just be rearranging and rewording and overall just making this better! The plot will still be the same with a few small adjustments, so don't feel like you have to go back and reread what I've edited! I will post the dates of when the chapter has been edited so you guys know which ones are new and which ones aren't! I know it's been awhile and I am so sorry for that! Hopefully you guys will stick it out with me!

Updated: February 11, 2021

London, 1914

The honk of an automobile horn could be heard outside the nursery window. The sun was beginning to rise as the bustling city awoke, ready to start yet another day of work. Within the nursery however, one would find no such movement. All three beds were motionless and all three children within were sleeping a deep sleep, dreams swirling around their heads. Dreams of scraggly pirates with hooks for hands. Of savage indians with beads in their hair. Beautiful mermaids with shimmering tails. These were truly the dreams of children.

To be young and innocent was a blessing. To be old and mature was a curse. There were bills to be paid, work to be done, responsibilities to be considered. Yes, to be grown up was awful. But such thoughts did not trouble the three children still nestled tightly amongst the bed sheets. They were in their own world of imagination, clinging on to whatever little time they had left before they were forced back into a reality filled with troubles.

A knock at the nursery door could be heard. The children did not stir as a large dog wearing a bonnet walked into the room. It was a curious thing-a dog knocking at a door-but the children did not bother questioning it.

The Newfoundland walked to the window and grabbed the curtains by its teeth, flinging the fabric out of the way to let the bright sunlight pour into the room, bathing everything in a golden glow. The children did not stir and the dog huffed to itself in a way of irritation.

It walked to the first bed, yanking the sheets away and exposing a small boy sleeping peacefully with a thumb firmly lodged between his teeth. The Newfoundland moved onto the second bed, this time finding an older boy curled around a wooden sword. The dog trotted to the last bed nestled in the corner where a beautiful young lady slept peacefully, no more than sixteen years of age.

As the sun rose higher into the sky, more light poured into the room, causing the inhabitants to awaken slowly. The two boys yawned and rubbed their eyes blearily while the girl, stretched her arms upwards, a smile gracing her lips at the warm sun now seeping into the nursery. She cast her gaze downwards at the large dog in front of her head.

"Hello Nana," she greeted pleasantly, her voice like the tinkling of bells.

The dog looked up at the beautiful young lady and huffed as her way of greeting before walking briskly out of the room to begin the chores for the day.

The young lady slid out of bed, fondly watching the Newfoundland leave as she moved about the room with an unnatural grace.

"Good morning, John. Good morning, Michael," she sang to her two brothers. Both were still in bed, having never been early risers themselves. "Good morning, Wendy," they both mumbled to her.

She smiled and hummed a simple tune to herself as she moved about, getting ready for the start of another beautiful day in the great city of London.

When she walked downstairs with her two brothers traipsing behind her, she was met with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of pleasant conversation. "Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Father." She greeted her parents like she did every morning-with a pleasant smile upon her face.

Wendy's mother turned from the stove and offered a similar greeting while her father looked up from his newspaper, and smiled brightly at his beautiful daughter before burying his head back into the paper, a small crinkle forming between his eyes.

Wendy took note of this. "Is something the matter, Father?"

George Darling was a family man, ensuring his children were protected from all the troubles of a troubling adult world. He didn't want them worrying over such adult issues, so he shook his and snapped the paper closed, whisking the headlines of war underneath the table and away from curious eyes. "Nothing to concern yourself with, my dear."

Wendy smiled brightly in response and began to assist her mother in cooking breakfast, oblivious of the shared look of concern and fear that passed between her parents.

When everyone sat down at the kitchen table, the daily routine of exchanging pleasantries and inquiring as to the well being of every family member began.

Wendy loved her family. Her father and mother ensured that she was well cared for, attending the most prestigious preparatory school for girls in London, despite the expenses. Her brothers never ceased to grow bored of listening to her stories of pirates and mermaids and indians, playing with her into the late hours of the night. She loved her family and if everyday was like this one, she would never have need to complain.

When the coffee had been drained and the eggs devoured, they went about getting ready for the day ahead of them. Wendy and her brothers prepared for school, while their father prepared for work. Mary Darling did not go to school nor work. She was a housewife of sorts, assisting Nana in the cleaning, cooking, and sewing that a dog simply could not do.

When it was time to leave, she sent her husband and her children off with a kiss on the forehead, unknowing that she would never see her family again.