Hello, my lovely readers! I have a few things I have to say so...PLEASE READ THIS! IMPORTANT! There. That should get some attention. Anyway look below, please!

1. This story is based on multiple versions of Peter Pan plus some of my own original ideas. For example, there will be some similarities between this story, Disney's Peter Pan, the Peter Pan made in 2003, and Jim Barrie's Peter Pan. Lots of Peter Pans. But, there will also be differences for obvious reasons. Example: Peter Pan is only supposed to be ten and Wendy is not a male. Get the point?

2. I will not be writing any lemons, though if I think the story needs one I will ask you readers to write one! I will choose which one and, of course, you will get full credit for said lemon.

3. Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any Peter Pan or the Mortal Instruments series. Sadly. Wish I had an Alec. (Sniffles)

4. I have only read the Mortal Instruments series once, but I have read plenty fan fictions. So, if the characters are a little OOC please let me know and I will do my best to fix it! Though, I do promise to do my best so that won't happen!

5. Enjoy the prologue! Please keep in mind my chapter are usually not this short unless it's a prologue/epilogue. So, the next chapter will probably be around 2,000 words.

Forever in Neverland

Prologue

MAGNUS

Magnus Bane had been alive for a very long time. So long, in fact, that he had lost track of the years he had lived, though he knew it had been over five hundred. After that he stopped counting. He would forever look like seventeen, what did his actual age matter?

Not to say he didn't appreciate his immortality. No, he had chosen it over a mundane life and eventual death, and he did not regret it. Not one bit.

Even if it meant he couldn't meet his storyteller.

Magnus sighed as he watched the Lightwood siblings from outside the window. They were all laughing and jumping around Alexander's, the eldest sibling's, bedroom. Each held a wooden sword and were dressed in pieces of toy armor.

"And Cinderella cried, 'Who be you to call me girly?" Alexander laughed as he parried his little brother's attack. Magnus thought his name was Max. He had curly brown hair and round glasses that constantly slipped down his thin nose. He gripped a ratty bear in the hand that didn't hold the sword.

Isabelle, a beautiful and fierce girl, suddenly lunged toward Alexander with a loud battle cry. He noticed her and ducked just in time, laughing as he did so. Her wooden sword plunged into a bookshelf and knocked some heavy volumes to the floor.

"'Missed me!' Cinderella taunted as one of the pirates tried to stab her!" Alexander said with a teasing grin at his sister. Isabelle smirked and ran for Alexander again, but he blocked her attack easily. "Another pirate leered at her and growled, 'We've come for ye glass slippers.'" Alexander's black curls bounced wildly as he swung his sword in a threatening manner. His blue eyes danced as he continued to tell the story. "But, Cinderella was not as delicate as the shoes she wore to the ball that fateful night. Cinderella snarled at the pirate," Alexander's lips curled in said snarl, "And declared, 'You will never get my glass slippers!'"

Isabelle and Max giggled in delight and watched him with rapt attention, their swords forgotten for now.

"Though her words were brave," Alexander's voice abruptly dropped to a whisper. "She had not yet met Valentine, the most feared pirate of them all. Valentine who's eyes glowed red as he gut you."

His younger siblings gasped. "No!"

"Yes," Alexander insisted. "And Valentine approached Cinderella with his sword leveled at her chest. Cinderella looked around and saw she was surrounded by pirates."

"What happened next?" Max exclaimed, clutching his bear. "Come on, Alec! What happens to Cinderella?" Isabelle nodded eagerly and even Magnus waited with baited breath from outside.

Alexander gazed at them solemnly. "Cinderella glared at Valentine defiantly and said-"

Magnus accidentally knocked his knee on the window, a loud noise in the quiet night. He quickly flew up and onto the Lightwood roof to hide and heard them all rush to the window where he had previously been, whispering to themselves.

"What was that?"

"I don't know."

"Do you see anything?"

Camille suddenly appeared on Magnus' shoulder, a disapproving frown on her petite, fairy face. She began to scold Magnus in her bell-like voice, but Magnus was quick to shush her by cupping her in his callused, dirty hands. Her glowing light radiated between his fingers.

"They'll hear you," Magnus hissed, his breath a white cloud in front of his face. It was only then when he noticed how cold he was. He only wore tight pants and a shirt made from leaves, moss, and other materials he had found in Neverland. It wasn't meant for winter in England, just the never ending summers where he lived.

He frowned and wiggled his toes, which were becoming numb from the freezing snow. He should get back to the Lost Boys to tell them more of Cinderella. He sighed and let Camille go. She was glowering at him and trying to fix her blonde hair and short green dress.

Magnus rolled his green-gold eyes at her vain display. But what else should he expect from a fairy even if she was one of his best friends? "Well, come on, then. Let's get back." He sprang straight up into the cold air and flew back to Neverland.

He'd come hear the ending tomorrow.

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