Adventures of John: Journey to Neverland

by John The Adventurer

I am John the Adventurer. In my journeys through the magical realms, I have been to many strange and wonderful places. One of my earliest adventures took me to a land of dreams and imagination, a land known as Neverland, the home of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. But while I was in Neverland I learned the shocking truth, about both Pan and the island itself.

2. Chapter 1

Adventures of John: Journey to Neverland

Chapter 1

It started one Saturday morning. School was over for the week, my friends were unavailable, and I was bored out of my mind.

"There's nothing to do!" I groaned. Of course, there were a lot of things I could have done, but as a twelve year old sixth grader, my only focus was on immediate entertainment.

"There's plenty to do!" Pixie contradicted. Pixie is, well, a pixie. I met her while on a third grade field trip and we had been best friends ever since. I was the only one who was able to see or hear her then, and I still have yet to find another human being who can. Her name isn't actually Pixie of course, that's just the nickname I gave her when we first met. Her real name sounds like wind blowing through a field of wildflowers, but that can be a bit difficult to pronounce. Plus, I was in third grade. Pixie was the best I could think up on the spot.

"We could go on an adventurer!" she told me as she fluttered around my head, the shifting colors of her florescent dress making me dizzy.

"And do what?" I asked her, swatting her away. "We won, it's over. There's nothing more to do." The Queen and I had defeated the Dark Lord a little over a few weeks before, and every time I returned to the Faerie Realm I was hailed as a hero(except, of course, for the Darkened Lands, where they fled in terror whenever I came near), but I could find no more adventure in my travels. With the Dark Lord and his armies gone, I had no purpose.

"You can go to other places other than Faerie Land, you know," Pixie told me, looking down at me in a very dignified manner, except for the fact that she was upside down.

"What do you mean?" I asked, ignoring her topsy-turvieness. Up until this point, I had always believed that I could only travel to the Faerie Realm. Neither Pixie nor the Queen had ever mentioned me being able to travel anywhere else.

"You can go anywhere!" she exclaimed. "Anywhere you think of!"

"Anywhere?" I asked. "I could go to Olympus, or Narnia, or somewhere like that?"

"Well, they're not all that nice on Olympus," she told me, "and there's not really much left on Narnia to go to, but yes, you've got the point."

I thought of all the places I had read about, all the magical worlds. Then I looked at Pixie and saw the little sprinkles of pixie dust falling off of her sparkling, multi-colored wings. "Is it true?" I asked her. "About pixie dust, I mean. Can it really make you fly?"

"All these years, and you've never thought to ask me that question?"

"I guess I just never thought about it," I told her. "So, can it?"

"Once it could," she answered. "But not anymore. Not it in this world anyways. This world's magic is all used up. Pixie dust doesn't work here for the same reason no one can see me, and you can't use your powers. This magic of this world is dead."

"Wow," I said. "That was some pretty serious stuff you said there, especially for you Pixie. Aren't you usually the positive one?"

"Of course I am!" she giggled, spinning around. "So, where to first?"

I smiled at her. "The second star to the right and straight on till morning."

"Neverland!" she laughed. "Oh, it's been ages since I've been there!"

"Well then," I told her, settling down into a trance, "off to Neverland."