So now, dear Reader, we have come to the end of the story. It is quite selfish for you to keep on reading, since I have told you an awful lot, but I shall humor you as you have taken the time to read it.
It is now with great satisfaction that I reveal to you the origin of Peter Pan. He was not wholly human, as you could have guessed, for he was born among the stars. The great god Pan, in all his frivolities, had created an abundance of children who lived slumbering in the stars. Most of the Pans were to hang in the sky forever, but Peter's time had come. They can hang in the sky all they want, but that is not really living. They can choose to live, and in doing so must also choose to die. All Pan must die, you see, for Pan is the only god that really has. Do not mourn for him, for the god Pan had lived so wonderfully. He was the god of spring, of impromptus music, and fertility. Pan had fallen in love with the moon, and he lured her down from the sky to lay with him. Thus, came to be his many children (108, if you count them all!) He blessed his children with such free spirit and wonder that he had none left, and he faded. Peter, in choosing to be with Wendy, had left his star to begin frolicking, as his father had, on Earth. In his years with Wendy he spread great joy and love to those around him. He was to have many, many children with Wendy, but only a handful were really human. They were born with nearly twice the wonder and imagination, and each with a hidden kiss. The rest were merely as stars. When they made these children, they did not really know (in fact, they already had made a handful in the duration of your reading). They merely fell asleep, and a new star would appear in the sky. Wendy's Neverland never closed, for it is with this gift Peter was first so drawn to her. Wendy and Peter would spend the night, cooing and rocking their star children that they would really never know. Peter and Wendy lived as wholly as one could live, until their death, in which happened quite almost the same day. For one could not live very long without the other. They were buried together on Earth, and they live now in their stories. Their star children remain, and play in their Neverlands, waiting to find their own Wendys and to lure them to their stars, and the moon was once lured to the Earth.
The End
As I have stated before, please let me know how you liked this story. I thoroughly enjoyed writing it (although I know I got very mushy in some parts, I can't help it). I do want to improve it, and I would like your help. Please give me some honest feedback. I can take criticism, so let me know if there are parts that you are disappointed in, or things that rang strange in the reading. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and that this story has made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
P.S. True love exists! I am married to a complete weirdo but most of my interactions between Wendy and Peter are inspired by him. Thank you, Kurt. You let me read you my story incessantly, even screaming it through the bathroom door during your special time, and at one in the morning on a weeknight. You're the best.