A/N: Here's the first legend that I will mention. I changed it just a bit from Eclipse. I'll have to talk about another legend for how they arrived and got stuck in Neverland.

I could really use a beta, so if anyone would like to be that person, just let me know!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Twilight or Neverland. I only own this story and my own characters. Also, I do not own any of the legends from the Quileute Nation or from Stephanie Meyer's Eclipse.

Previously on Neverland:

I was quickly picked up by Pallaton, who crushed me to his body in a hug. I just held onto him, confused by his actions.

"He is grateful to you for making the wristlet." I looked up to see Old Quil watching us, a smile on his wrinkled face. "You see, in our tribe, a woman making a man a piece of jewelry means that he is someone very special to her."

"What about that boy that gave me the flower head band?"

"That was just him accepting you into the tribe, my dear."

"Oh."

"I have never seen that kind of a bracelet before. You know, as soon as he came back from his duty, Pallaton sat down in front of you and watched you make it. You didn't even notice as he sat there for hours, just looking at you."

"Why do I feel this way?"

"I do believe that we held this off as long as we could. It is time you understood."

Quil led us, Pallaton would not let go of my hand, to the area where the tribe would gather to eat and interact. There were the logs set in a large circle, surrounding a large, open fire. Pallaton sat down and pulled me to sit in his lap. I blushed, but didn't move, not wanting to upset him and, besides, I really like sitting in his lap.

A young man, whom Quil whispered that was Bilagaana's son, Takoda (there were no names even close to Jacob, so I thought this was cute, and it means friend to everyone. Like anyone could possibly hate Jacob) began speaking. Takoda was a very tall man, the tallest I had yet to see anywhere. He towered over everyone else, muscles rippling along his body. He gave off the distinct feeling of power, and I could see why he is the son of the Chief.

Old Quil was translating very quickly, allowing me to understand what he was saying.

(I am taking this directly from Eclipse and warping it so that it fits the whole Neverland aspect of my story. I hope it's accurate enough. Enjoy)

"The histories we always thought were legends," he said. "The stories of how we came to be. The first is the story of the spirit warriors."

The fire crackled, sending another explosion of sparks glittering up against the night.

Bilagaana cleared his throat, and, with no more introduction than his son's whisper, began telling the story in his rich, deep voice. The words poured out with precision, as if he knew them by heart, but also with feeling and a subtle rhythm. Like poetry performed by its author.

"The Quileutes have been a small people from the beginning," Old Quil quietly whispered to me, as if to not break the spell that Bilagaana had put over the tribe. I was in complete awe as I listened on.

"And we are a small people still, but we have never disappeared. This is because there has always been magic in our blood. It wasn't always the magic of shape shifting – that came later. First we were spirit warriors."

There was a sort of majesty that I could hear in Chief Black's voice, though I couldn't understand the words he was saying. I tried to hang onto every word that the medicine man was saying, while also listening to the Chief's speech.

"In the beginning, the tribe settled in a small harbor and became skilled ship builders and fishermen. But the tribe was small, and the harbor was rich in fish. There were others who coveted out land, and we were too small to hold it. A larger tribe moved against us, and we took to our ships to escape them.

Kaheleha was not the first spirit warrior, but we do not remember the stories that came before his. We do not remember who was the first to discover this power, or how it had been used before this crisis.

Kaheleha was the first Great Spirit Chief in our history. In this emergency, Kaheleha used the magic to defend our land.

He and all of his warriors left the ship – not their bodies, but their spirits. Their women watched over the bodies and the waves, and the men took their spirits back to our harbor.

They could not physically touch the enemy tribe, but they had other ways. The stories tell us that they could blow fierce winds into their enemy's camps; they could make a great screaming in the wind that terrified their foes. The stories also tell us that the animals could see the spirit warriors and understand them; the animals would do their bidding.

Kaheleha took his spirit army and wreaked havoc on the intruders. This invading tribe had packs of big, thick-furred dogs that they used to pull their sleds in the frozen north. The spirit warriors turned the dogs against their masters and then brought a mighty infestation of bats up from the cliff caverns. They used these screaming winds to aid the dogs in confusing the men. The dogs and bats won. The survivors scattered, calling our harbor a cursed place. The dogs ran wild when the spirit warriors released them. The Quileutes returned to their bodies and their wives, victorious.

The other nearby tribes, the Hohs and the Makahs, made treaties with the Quileutes. They wanted nothing to do with our magic. We lived in peace with them. When an enemy came against us, the spirit warriors would drive them off.

Generations passed. Then came the last Great Spirit Chief, Taha Aki. He was known for his wisdom, and for being a man of peace. The people lived well and content in his care.

But there was one man, Utlapa, who was not content."

A low growl ran around the fire. I couldn't tell from where it started, however I know that Pallaton was one of the ones creating it, once I felt his body begin to vibrate. The Chief ignored it and went on with the legend.

"Utlapa was one of Chief Taha Aki's strongest spirit warriors – a powerful man, but a grasping man, too.

He thought the people should use their magic to expand their lands, to enslave the Hohs and the Makahs and build an empire.

Now, when the warriors were their spirit selves, they knew each other's thoughts. Taha Aki saw what Utlapa dreamed, and was angry with Utlapa. Utlapa was commanded to leave the people, and never use his spirit self again. Utlapa was a strong man, but the Chief's warriors outnumbered him. He had no choice but to leave. The furious outcast hid in the forest nearby, waiting for a chance to get revenge against the Chief.

Even in times of peace, the Spirit Chief was a vigilante, protecting his people. Often, he would go to a sacred, secret place in the mountains. He would leave his body behind and sweep down through the forest sand along the coast, making sure no threat approached.

One Day when Taha Aki left to perform this duty, Utlapa followed. At first, Utlapa simply planned to kill the chief, but this plan had its drawbacks. Sure the spirit warriors would seek to destroy him, and they could follow faster than he could escape. As he hid in the rocks and watched the chief prepare to leave his body, another plan occurred to him.

Taha Aki left his body in the secret place and flew with the winds to keep watch over his people. Utlapa waited until he was sure the chief had traveled some distance with his spirit self.

Taha Aki knew it the instant that Utlapa had joined him in the spirit world, and he also knew Utlapa's murderous plan. He raced back to his secret place, but even the winds weren't fast enough to save him. When he returned, his body was already gone. Utlapa's body lay abandoned, but Utlapa had not left Taha Aki with an escape – he had cut his own body's throat with Taha Aki's hands.

Taha Aki followed his body down the mountain. He screamed at Utlapa, but Utlapa ignored him as if he were mere wind.

Taha Aki watched with despair as Utlapa took his place as chief of the Quileutes. For a few weeks, Utlapa did nothing but make sure that everyone believed he was Taha Aki. Then the changes began – Utlapa's first edict was to forbid any warrior to enter the spirit world. He claimed that he'd had a vision of danger, but he really was afraid. He knew that Taha Aki would be waiting for the chance to tell his story.

Utlapa was also afraid to enter the spirit world himself; knowing Taha Aki would quickly claim his body. So his dreams of conquest with a spirit warrior army were impossible, and he sought to content himself with ruling over the tribe. He became a burden – seeking privileges that Taha Aki had never requested, refusing to work alongside his warriors, taking a young second wife and then a third, though Taha Aki's wife lived on – something unheard of in the tribe. Taha Aki watched in helpless fury.

Eventually, Taha Aki tried to kill his body to save the tribe from Utlapa's excesses. He brought a fierce wolf down from the mountains, but Utlapa hid behind his warriors. When the wolf killed a young man who was protecting the false chief, Taha Aki felt horrible grief. He ordered the wolf away.

All of the stories tell us that it was no easy thing to be a spirit warrior. It was more frightening than exhilarating to be freed from one's body. This is why they only used their magic in times of need. The chief's solitary journeys to keep watch were a burden and a sacrifice. Being bodiless was disorienting, uncomfortable, horrifying. Taha Aki had been away from his body for so long at this point that he was in agony. He felt he was doomed – never to cross over to the final land where his ancestors waited, stuck in this torturous nothingness forever.

The great wolf followed Taha Aki's spirit as he twisted and writhed in agony through the woods. The wolf was very large for its kind, and beautiful. Taha Aki was suddenly jealous of the dumb animal. At least it had a body. At least it had a life. Even life as an animal would be better than this horrible empty consciousness.

And then Taha Aki had the idea that changed us all. He asked the great wolf to make room for him, to share. The wolf complied. Taha Aki entered the wolf's body with relief and gratitude. It was not his human body, but it was better than the void of the spirit world.

As one, the man and the wolf returned to the village on the harbor. The people ran in fear, shouting for the warriors to come. The warriors ran to meet the wolf with their spears. Utlapa, of course, stayed safely hidden.

Taha Aki did not attack his warriors. He retreated slowly from them, speaking with his eyes and trying to yelp the songs of his people. The warriors began to realize that the wolf was no ordinary animal, that there was a spirit influencing it. One older warrior, a man named Yut, decided to disobey the false chief's order and try to communicate with the wolf.

As soon as Yut crossed to the spirit world, Taha Aki left the wolf – the animal waited tamely for his return – to speak to him. Yut gathered the truth in an instant, and welcomed his true chief home.

At this time, Utlapa came to see if the wolf had been defeated. When he saw Yut lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by protective warriors, he realized what was happening. He drew his knife and raced forward to kill Yut before he could return to his body.

'Traitor,' he screamed, and the warriors did not know what to do. The chief had forbidden spirit journeys, and it was the chief's decision how to punish those who disobeyed.

Yut jumped back into his body, but Utlapa had his knife at his throat and a hand covering his mouth.

Taha Aki's body was strong, and Yut was weak with age. Yut could not say even one word to warn the others before Utlapa silenced him forever.

Taha Aki watched as Yut's spirit slipped away to the final lands that were barred to Taha Aki for all eternity. He felt a great rage; more powerful than anything he'd felt before. He entered the big wolf again, meaning to rip Utlapa's throat out. But, as he joined the wolf, the greatest magic happened.

Taha Aki's anger was the anger of a man. The love he had for his people and the hatred he had for their oppressor were too vast for the wolf's body, too human. The wolf shuddered, and – before the eyes of the shocked warriors and Utlapa – transformed into a man.

The new man did not look like Taha Aki's body. He was far more glorious. He was the flesh interpretation of Taha Aki's spirit. The warriors recognized him at once, though, for they had flown with Taha Aki's spirit.

Utlapa tried to run, but Taha Aki had the strength of the wolf in his new body. He caught the thief and crushed the spirit from him before he could jump out of the stolen body.

The people rejoiced when they understood what happened. Taha Aki quickly set everything right, working again with his people and giving the young wives back to their families. The only change he kept in place was the end of the spirit travels. He knew that it was too dangerous now that the idea of stealing a life was there. The spirit warriors were no more.

From that point on, Taha Aki was more than either wolf or man. They called him Taha Aki the Great Wolf, or Taha Aki the Spirit Man. He led the tribe for many, many years, for he did not age. When danger threatened, he would resume his wolf-self to fight or frighten the enemy. The people dwelt in peace. Taha Aki fathered many sons, and some of these found that, after they had reached the age of manhood, they, too could transform into wolves. The wolves were all different; because they were spirit wolves and reflected the man they were inside."

The fire threw a volley of sparks into the sky, and they shivered and danced, making shapes that were almost decipherable.

"Some of the sons became warriors with Taha Aki, and they no longer aged. Others, who did not like the transformation, refused to join the pack of wolf-men. These began to age again, and the tribe discovered that the wolf-men could grow old like anyone else if they gave up their spirit wolves.

Taha Aki had lived the span of three old men's lives. He had married a third wife after the deaths of the first two, and found in her his true spirit wife. Though he had loved the others, this was something else. He decided to give up his spirit wolf so that he would die when she did.

That is how the magic came to us, but it is not the end of the story." (Eclipse chapter 11)

I watched as the fire crackled and sparked and I sighed, happily. That was a compelling tale. I wanted to cry out and rejoice along with the rest of the tribe. They were so lively, so filled with pride and delight.

"We will resume tell you another part of our story soon. I do believe that Pallaton here has something to show you."

He said something to Pallaton, who picked me up off of his lap and then stood up, grabbing my tiny hand in his large paw of a hand. He tugged my hand and smiled at me, leading me towards a secluded area in the woods. Old Quil didn't follow.

Pallaton turned to stand in front of me, removing his hand from my grasp and put his hands on my shoulders. He stepped back, motioning for me to stay where I am.

He began stretching out his limbs, cracking and popping noises could be heard from his neck and arms. He looked at me, a hopeful gaze on his face. Looking all around him, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. All of a sudden, it was like an explosion. His body just… burst with fur.

I dropped to my butt with shock, unable to voice anything as my throat was choked up in surprise.

It's the wolf.

He's… magnificent.

Holy shit…

Pallaton's a… wolf.

It's cute. I think I managed to warp this legend just enough to fit my story, without really changing at all. If that makes sense. Lol. Please review! Until next time

~Ariya-angels