Peter Pan's Labyrinth
Chapter 1
This is a rather pointless thing;
I obviously don't own Tinkerbell, Bobble, Peter Pan, or Pan's Labyrinth.
Wendy Darling was moving to a new home. She was burying herself in her love of fairy tales, which she had a mysterious love of, to ignore the fact that her ill and pregnant mother had remarried after the death of her father, George Darling. Wendy did not particularly like Captain James Hook, but her mother had married him, so they were moving to a far off location, where Hook, whom Wendy was certain was named for the hook that replaced his right hand, had a base with his men, who looked like pirates to Wendy.
According to Hook, who had a pocket watch with a crocodile engraved on the cover that he always looked at, as though he was counting each tick it took as an important part his life, there was this militia called the Lost Ones, who were a "band of savages", that lived in the mountain near the base. He assured them, however, that the base was well defended and had this old stone maze that Wendy could play in. That was a "Get lost, brat" if Wendy ever heard one.
She wandered the maze aimlessly for a while until she felt a strong pull towards a passage that looked kind of older than the rest. She followed it, until she came across the ruins of a tower. Then she went to where the top fell. Perched on what was once a roof was a statue of a boy playing on a set of panpipes. The pipes were carved in intricate detail, having pictures of two fairies dancing together on them. In contrast, the boy might have been as intricate, but time had not been kind to it. It had evidence of its age all over it. It was so corroded that, where the face once was, there was only empty space that looked full of holes. Without thinking, she brushed its hair, which was the only bit of the head still in detail and was very messy. The statue jerked, leaping to its feet.
"Princess Wendy!" the statue-boy exclaimed, "you've returned!"
"Do I know you?" she asked, confused.
The boy obviously did not hear he as he shook his pipes, shouting, "Tink, Bobble, wake up! It's Wendybird!"
"I don't remember you!" Wendy shouted at the boy and the two fairies who leapt off of the pipes.
"Do you remember Neverland?" the boy asked her.
No."
"You were its princess! Don't you remember dancing with the fairies at dawn, feasting with the Indians at night? Don't you remember me? I know you're Princess Wendy! You were drawn here, I felt the magic flow! You have to remember!"
The girl fairy, who Wendy thought was beautiful, whispered to the boy in a tinkling language. Statue-boy turned to the boy fairy, who had huge eyes behind his tiny dewdrop glasses. Boy Fairy, as Wendy dubbed him nodded.
Statue-boy turned to her giving off a feeling of sadness. Wendy had to fight the urge to give this statue boy a hug.
"You may not remember, but Tink and Bobble told me that you are her. They also said that there are three tasks that will help you remember and help you return to Neverland," Statue-boy told her, "If you want proof, tell me do you like fairy tales?"
"Yes, but…" she began.
"If you agree to the tasks, we'll know and be in touch. Since Bobble is your fairy, he'll be close…"
"What do I call you?" Wendy asked, trying to get a word in edgewise.
"Um, you can call me the Piper."
"What's your real name?"
"If you pass the tasks, you will know…" the Piper said turning to stone.
The fairy called Tinkerbell gave the fairy Bobble a hug and a kiss and went back to the pipes, turning to stone once more.
"Well, Bobble, looks like we've got some tasks ahead of us," Wendy said, stroking the Piper's head before heading back to Hook's fortress.