Chapter 2
Peter had spent the days following Wendy's departure combing the islands for his next adventure. He had riled with Tiger Lily and splashed around with the mermaids. He had even crossed a few swords with the remaining pirates now under the command of Captain Smee.
It had taken him a little less than four days to realize his adventure in Neverland was tragically over. He had spent that night in his hollow tree before descending on the fairy council asking for their help.
They had been more than surprised by his request.
"What is it you desire young, Peter," the queen had asked.
"I believe my time in Neverland is over," Peter had said gaining numerous gasps from the crowd, "I feel my time as a never aging boy has ended."
"You're certain?"
"Yes, your majesty, I can no longer find happiness in things I've always relished. I find them tiresome and childish." Again a gasp from the crowd.
"Peter, you understand once you leave a new child will be brought in to take your place?" This from the king.
"Yes, I understand."
"Peter Pan you are a brave and selfless boy. I hope you find happiness in this new path you wish to pursue and know that we will always be watching you and at any time you wish to return all you need to do is ask. You will always have a home here."
He had left with a heavy heart and made his final journey from Neverland to London. He had landed in Kensington Gardens where he had left almost 200 years prior. He had no money, nowhere to stay and very little knowledge of the world he had just become part of.
Not knowing where else to go he had walked into the street in search of shelter. His shelter had finally been made of a discarded box and a few newspapers for bedding. This is where he slept for days. On the fourth day he was waken by a gentle voice whispering dear in his dirty ear.
Startled he leapt to his feet to defend himself pulling out his small dagger. The woman was startled at the quickness of the boy.
"I don't want to harm you," she said carefully stepping closer to the almost naked boy.
"My name is Anne, what is yours?" she asked in a friendly and soothing voice.
"I do not know," he replied defiantly.
"Well, young sir, where are you parents?"
"They died long ago," he answered truthfully.
"My heavens, you poor child, would you like to come to my home and get a bite to eat and a bath?"
This is how Peter became part of the DuWipple family. When Anne had met him in the alley that day she had only intended to feed him and then send him to an orphanage expecting he came from a dirty family.
She quickly learned, however, that the young boy who still refused to give him name was charming and charismatic. He would make the perfect addition to their family. She had given him the name Matthew after her favorite Uncle and the boy had silently agreed.
Through the years, Matthew had grown into a well rounded respectable boy being raised by two loving parents and sent to the finest schools in England. The DuWipple's had two older children and they got along with Matthew splendidly.
As time went on Matthew's memories of his former life became more and more cloudy as his new life formed. Soon he forgot all about Neverland and the boy he used to be. Still through all of the excitement he had remembered a certain promise, "I will not forget." He could not remember what he was supposed to not forget but he did remember promising to an angel with chestnut colored hair and azure eyes.
"Matt, will you run to the corner store for me, dear? "His mother called as he sat as his piano.
He stopped playing. The song was the only thing he could remember from his past. It was a wonderfully somber song with most of the notes in the higher keys. His father had taught him how to play a few days after the adoption.
"Yes, of course," he went to get his coat.
It was mid morning and March. The wind blew stinging Matthews skin as he walked casually down the empty street. He whistled the tune to himself and stopped to look at the flowers. He loved being outside. The smell of the flowers and the grass were comforting. The sounds of the birds were relaxing.
He continued walking when he heard a commotion in the park of few feet ahead of him. He could see an elderly woman and a young woman struggling with a mugger. Instincts quickly setting in he ran towards them quickly bringing the thug down.
He ripped the satin purse from the slimy man's hands and turned to hand it to the woman who was rising to her feet and fixing her hat. She brushed off a few blades of grass and found at the dirt on her navy skirt.
He heard a small gasp and looked up to see the younger girl sitting in a puddle of mud apparently knocked down when she tried to help her elder. He reached his hand out to her lifting her to her feet.
She was absolutely beautiful. He had never seen anyone so angelic in his entire existence. Yet, she seemed so familiar. He smiled at her as she blushed. He felt his heart warm at the sight. She was extravagant.
The elder woman offered him cash. He laughed to himself. The poor woman; he probably had more money in his trust fund than she had ever had in her entire life. He wanted to focus his entire attention to the goddess in front of him. Her beauty surpassed Aphrodite herself.
"Will you join me for dinner?" He asked politely.
She had blushed again. His insides twisted in a knot.
"Sure," she answered.
He looked towards the sky to make sure the heavens weren't descending because he certainly felt like he was there.
AN: Okay that's it after 5 years. I hope you all enjoyed it. My style of writing has changed a bit since I was 17. I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone. Thank you and please review!