For My Flying Boy

A/N: This is my very first Peter Pan story. I was watching clips on YouTube and got the inspiration for a poem. The poem is interspersed throughout this story, and each part of the story is based upon a verse of my poem. Please tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks, Queen Cleopatra.

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I will stare out upon the stars

Oh hear my voice, though you are far

I’ll not give up

My love will hold

When you return

I won’t let go

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Wendy sat on the window seat, gazing out the window while the cool breeze made her hair dance around her face. She had done this every night since he left. Just sat, waiting to hear him crow to the wind and return to her. But he never came back.

It had been two years, seven months and sixteen days since Peter Pan brought the children back from Neverland on that cold London morning. He had promised to return to hear stories about himself and to never forget Wendy, but he had broken both of them.

Wendy had been moved out of the nursery as soon as she returned from Neverland, partly because she was expected to begin growing up, and partly because there were so many new additions to her household. Of course, her brothers and the Lost Boys had all but forgotten about Neverland and Peter Pan. Now they believed that he only existed in Wendy’s stories.

Wendy got up off the window seat and with a desperate ache in her heart, walked to her bed. She must grow up. In a few short days she would be sixteen, and then she would be introduced into society and become eligible for marriage. Aunt Millicent had been waiting for this day since Wendy was thirteen, but Wendy longed to stay a girl, if only to see Peter again.

Wendy sighed sadly. “In a few days, I shall be sixteen. Then I must grow up. Oh Peter, why did you forget me?”

As Wendy lay in her bed weeping for the boy who would never grow up, a star flashed in the distant night sky. Eventually, the tears stopped and Wendy drifted into a dream filled with pirates and a flying boy.

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Peter lay on the rocks in the Mermaid’s Lagoon and gazed up at the sky. He had such great fun here and so many lovely adventures. Peter couldn’t imagine being happier than he was now.

Suddenly, a picture flashed across his mind, like a memory he couldn’t quite grasp. He tried to concentrate, but the picture was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

“Strange, I saw a girl. Who is she?” he thought about it for a moment, then, in the nature of a typical boys mind, he forgot all about it. You see, Peter had already forgotten nearly everything about Wendy and the adventures that they had. Every once in a while, he got a strange pain behind his ribs, but he thought nothing of it, as his mind leapt too quickly from one adventure to the next.

Peter got up and flew off to the tree house to visit the Lost Boys. That is, the new Lost Boys. You see, it was Peter’s job to collect any babies that fell out of their prams and bring them back to Neverland to be a Lost Boy. There had been only three babies brought back since Wendy and all of her brothers had gone, and Peter, though very fond of them, felt strangely empty when he looked at the small size of the group. The memories of his adventures with Slightly, Nibs, Tootles, Cubby and the twins did not fade as quickly as the ones of Wendy, as he lived with them far longer. However, as time passed, he gradually found himself unable to picture all of their faces; he couldn’t even recall the last time he had seen them.

“Well, it can’t have been more than a few weeks ago” he thought, furrowing his brow. “Maybe I could visit them? Then I’ll remember for sure! Yes, I think I will...in a minute though. I've just got to sharpen my knife first...” As soon as he began thinking of his silver knife, however, his plans of visiting were gone from his mind, like a breeze blowing over a meadow. Such was the nature of young boys minds. “Now where can Tinkerbell have gone off to?”

What Peter had not noticed was the slight chill in the air and the unnatural silence in the forest. He was far too preoccupied with his adventures to notice that something was amiss in Neverland. Although he didn’t notice, the fairies did. The Fairy King could sense something was terribly wrong. It was as though Neverland was dying.

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The fairies knew something was terribly wrong with Neverland, so they visited the Fairy Elders, the oldest and wisest of all their kind. They were told that a strange force had tipped the frail balance of Neverland. It was called Love. Only one fairy knew the source of this ‘love’, and the fate of Neverland rested in her small hands.

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Tinkerbell burst through the clouds and flew towards London with remarkable speed. She cleared the clouds and flew towards the Darling house. She knew that she would get answers here. Flying to the house, she headed for the window that was never closed.

As the small fairy hovered over Wendy’s bed, she saw with great surprise that the girl lying in the bed had an expression of anguish on her tear-stained face. Her suspicions were finally confirmed. This girl-this Wendy- was in love with Peter Pan. After all this time, she still cried herself to sleep because of his forgotten promise. This realization astounded Tinkerbell. She had assumed that Wendy would grow up and forget all about her adventures in Neverland.

Her small body was filled with sadness when she thought of this child in pain. It was a strange sensation to Tinkerbell. She had hated Wendy because she was jealous of Peter’s attentions towards the girl, but she now saw that the feelings that Wendy had for Peter were real.

She was the reason that Neverland was dying. Every day that Peter was away from Wendy, the air grew colder and the plants grew weaker. Although he never noticed, his broken promise was causing his home to slowly be destroyed.

In her fairy language, Tinkerbell spoke to Wendy, “I am sorry I tried to keep you away from him. I was jealous of you because he loved you. You have to come back. You have to save Neverland. You have to make Peter remember that he loves you, Wendy.”

So, what do you think? Is it good so far? Bad, utterly atrocious? (I certainly hope not--that would hurt my feelings...and probably my ego:P) Please review and let me know what you thought. I am accepting constructive criticism--just lay it on me so I know what to improve. Thanks. I will have the next chapter up soon.

Queen Cleopatra