Peter Pan & The Shadow

Chapter 1.

You may think of Peter Pan as the happy go-lucky guy; the one who had a free-spirit and wouldn't grow up. The real Peter Pan is very different. The real Peter Pan had dark intense eyes, pushing open your window and flying in without you knowing. When you woke up you saw a dark shadow above you, but your scream reached nowhere but Peter's palm covering your mouth.

"You're lost." He said moon light shining through your thin white silk curtains and casting a lunatic glint in his eyes. You had shaken your head. Peter had stood; jumping down from the bed. "You're coming with me." He said and turned towards you with a tight smile that seemed to creep you out even more.

"You're mad..." You muttered and he stomped his way towards you.

"Madness feeds on madness, and when you're alone how can you stop it?" He asked titling his head.

"You're lonely?" You had asked with widened eyes, but Peter just walked over to your closet pulling it open with big movements. You winced at the doors hitting the wall and you automatically eyed the door to your room. You were afraid he would wake your parents, but on the same time, you wished they would hear and come stop him.

"What do you want to bring?" He asked loudly, but then his eyes snapped towards the window, eyes upon the stars as if something had grabbed his attention. "Too late." He said and went over, for a moment he looked terrified and desperate but the expression quickly changed to an exaggerated smile. "I wasn't quick enough." He said and grabbed your wrist. "Time to leave your world behind, y/n."

The wind was freezing, it was mid-winter and you didn't wear anything but your pajamas. The cold wind bit your skin and you looked down to see the town you lived in turn smaller and smaller. You looked forward and up at Peter who was looking straight ahead.

"Where are you taking me?!" You shrieked and once again stared down in disbelief. This must be a nightmare. There is no way that this could be happening. You were flying!

"The second star to the right and straight on till morning." He voiced rather gloomily. You frowned, there was something totally wrong. If you were dreaming about Peter Pan, shouldn't he be the happy free-spirited boy?

"He's gone." Peter said as if he had read your thoughts. "It's your job to get him back." He said and finally turned to look at you; you hadn't noticed before but the world around you hard turned into a tunnel of stars. They all appeared in Peter's green eyes which you felt so captivated by. You looked straight ahead with a deep frown. This was one weird dream.

Embraced by the light of the setting sun the world around you changed into pink, orange and yellow clouds and you closed your eyes when you went through them. They were cool and you shuddered as you felt them dampen your entire body and when you looked over at Peter you saw the small droplets light up as small crystals covering his body, his hair and the side of his face. You looked over him and saw the sun's bright rays painted on the clouds that rose like mountains around you. Peter looked straight ahead with determination on his face as he flew faster and your eyes widened when you saw a pink cloud come closer and closer. You released a small shriek as you went through the cold cloud.

When you once again were embraced by the evening air you opened your eyes to see the most beautiful and haunting sight you'd ever seen. It was an island embraced by a wide sea that stretched on for miles. It was big and there was one big mountain upon it and a jungle and a forest, beaches and a lake. You noticed that somewhere on the mountain there was some sort of camp, but you didn't get to see much, there was so much to take in. One thing you noticed was a ship lying in the lagoon and a big rock that was formed as a skull. You gawped at the view, it was amazing. This couldn't be a dream, your mind couldn't actually create this beautiful place could it?

"What are you thinking?" You suddenly heard him ask and you looked at him as he had turned towards you, but you both were still nearing the island, now it was too wide for you to see it all and the jungle seemed to near with great speed.

You blushed. "I think it's beautiful." You said and then eyed the jungle. "You should probably see where you're going." You added with panic lacing your voice.

"Don't worry, I know." He said and you noticed his face turn gloomy once again. "It may be beautiful from afar, but once you get to know this place..." Peter looked at you, his face filled with guilt. "I should never have done it..."

"What?" You asked.

He looked into your eyes, there was great tales lying behind his green orbs, and you wanted to know them all. "I can't tell. Eventually you wouldn't want to talk to me either way." He said and as you wanted to protest he turned away from you and flew in between the trees. You felt your heart clench. Was this dream going to be a good dream or a nightmare?

You were flying above a stream coming from the mountain and vanishing in the ocean, and you looked down at the river below you, reflecting your figures as you sped by. Something told you that it was your choice. It was your choice to change your dream and make it as you wanted. But it was going to be hard.

"He's gone." Peter's voice played inside your head. "It's your job to bring him back."

But how? You wondered. How could you remove that sad look from his face and bring a smile to his features? How could you make it better when you didn't know what was wrong?

"Eventually you wouldn't want to talk to me either way."

What did he mean by this?

You looked up and felt Peter's grip on your wrist loosen. Your eyes widened. "Peter?" You asked but then he let go and you flailed your arms and legs while screaming his name. "Peter!" But you fell, and you were embraced by cold water.