LOST IN NEVERLAND

Chapter 1:

Chloe had always been fascinated by the tales of Neverland. The stories her grandmother told her as a child felt more like memories than mere fantasies. So when she found herself wandering through the dense forests of England during a camping trip, she wasn't entirely surprised when she stumbled upon a strange, glowing portal hidden in the trees.

It beckoned her, a soft, otherworldly light that shimmered with the promise of adventure.
Without hesitation, she stepped through, and the world around her dissolved into a swirl of colors and lights. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself standing in the heart of Neverland—a place she had only dreamed of.

The air was thick with magic, and every leaf, every rock seemed to pulse with life.
As she marveled at her surroundings, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her. Before she could react, a figure emerged—a young man with wild, sandy hair and bright green eyes that glowed with mischief.

He wore a tunic made of leaves and held a small, intricate dagger that glinted in the sunlight.
"Who are you?" Chloe asked, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement."I'm Peter," the boy said with a grin that was both charming and dangerous. "Peter Pan. And you're not from here, are you?"

Chloe shook her head, unable to speak as she took in the sight of the legendary boy who never grew up. He was exactly as she had imagined—youthful, free-spirited, and impossibly handsome. But there was something in his eyes, a glint of something darker, that made her wonder if the stories had left out more than they'd told.

Before she could respond, a voice cut through the air—a voice deep and laced with a smooth, almost seductive tone. "Well, well, what have we here?"Chloe turned to see another figure emerging from the shadows—a tall, brooding young man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He wore a long coat with silver buttons and carried a sword that gleamed in the dim light.

There was a hint of menace in his smile, but also an undeniable allure."Harry Hook," Peter growled, his playful demeanor vanishing in an instant. "What are you doing here?"
"Relax, Pan," Harry said, his eyes locked on Chloe. "I'm not here for a fight. I'm just curious about our new visitor."
Chloe's breath caught in her throat as Harry stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering.

He was older than Peter, more mature, and there was a dangerous edge to him that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel the tension between the two boys, a rivalry that went beyond mere animosity.
"Stay away from her," Peter warned, stepping protectively in front of Chloe. "She's not for you."
Harry chuckled, the sound low and mocking. "And who says she's yours to claim, Pan? Let the lady decide."
Chloe felt her cheeks flush as both boys turned to her, their eyes filled with expectation.

Peter was vibrant and full of life, a symbol of eternal youth and adventure. But Harry... Harry was something else entirely. He was a force of nature, dark and dangerous, and Chloe found herself inexplicably drawn to the fire in his eyes.
"I... I don't know," Chloe stammered, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. "I just got here. I didn't expect to... to meet either of you."