Once Upon a Lost Girl (Once Upon a Time ; Peter Pan Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Neverland. The land where children won't grow up. Stay young forever. And of course, fly. But Neverland is home of the darkest villain in all the land. His name is Pan. Peter Pan. He is the worse then the Queens of Darkness and the Evil Queen, who goes by Regina.

But things the heroes in StoryBrooke don't know is that Peter Pan is still alive. After the curse, set by him, flew through the town, Rumpelstiltskin and his father were transported back to Neverland where their bodies lied on the thick, dewy grass.

When Rumple was revived and was sent back to the villains, Peter Pan was still lying dead in Neverland. He was in that position for nearly three years!

One day in Neverland, The rotting, dead boy vanished from his spot and was sent to his hometown in the Enchanted Forest alive! He wandered through the streets of his old town figuring out why he still isn't rotting.

No magic is strong enough to risen the dead, so why he is hear? What could possibly be making him still alive?

Pan was in his old body form. No longer a boy. The enchantment was broken. Pan was back to be a gambler. The man was still wearing his Peter Pan outfit. The leafy-ripped-up front piece and his grey-dirty-pants. The grey pants were tucked into his long boot and he was still wearing his shackles.

Peter walked into a nearby shop in the village. The shop contained a swords, clothing, fabric, daggers, clothe, clocks, silverware, and teacups. A young girl in a long, bright, yellow dress came skipping out. She was holding a book and her hair was braided down to her chest. "Hello!" Said the girl. "My name is Belle. Is there anything I could help you with?"

"Yes. Do you have cloaks?" Pan asked.

Belle wandered throughout the shop and picked out a long, black cloak from the clothing section and turned to me. "Is this a fine cloak?"

Pan shook his head, Belle then picked out a red cloak. He still refused. The shopkeeper still went through other choices and found a brown, hooded cloak then yanked it from its hanger. She showed it to Pan who was looking at an old, dusty pocket watch.

He accepted the cloak offer, payed, and left.

The older man was back outside then noticed Henry. He was being strapped in shackles and was about to be eaten alive by a huge ogre!

Pan could not let the ' The Heart of the Truest Believer' bitten into pieces in one bite. He had to think of something fast! He could build a contraption to stop the beast? No. Kill the ogre himself with his dagger? No.

The man tried to distract the beast, "over here!" Older Peter cried.

The ogre ignored him and roared in Henry's face. Pan then heard muttering words coming from inside one of the cottages. Pan got closer and heard the words: "Where is The Light One?" A voice asked.

The Light One?

Who is the Light One? Isn't it only the Dark One? Then a gleaming light came from the overlapping fields covering most of the sky. Then a man covered in golden horse and riding a white horse.

It was The Light One.

"Begun!" The Light One cried. He flicked his golden wand and casted a spell from the tip of his wand.

The ogre galloped away in nearly ten pieces.

Pan walked up The Light One who flicked up his knight helmet. It was Rumple! "Rumple--?" Pan asked. Rumple moved in closer.

"Rumpelstiltskin was a past name. Now its the Light One." The man informed. He slid his wand into its rightful place on his belt. He then pulled out a Kleenex and removed his sword and started to clean off ogre blood.

"Okay, but to me its Rumple." Pan mentioned. "Where are we?"

"The Enchanted Forest!" Rumpelstiltskin waved his arms showing the land and village. "Ooh, got to go, Ogre call!" The man in golden armor took of galloping on his horse.

Peter Pan looked over his shoulder and saw a man in a suit take off into the woods. He then decided to follow the man. He was holding onto a rectangular-shaped-book. On the cover read the words: Heroes and Villains. Peter continued to follow him into the woods to try to figure out how he still breathing, -- All of a sudden the man was captured into a net and flung into the air. Dwarves in armor came out behind the trees on the opposite side.

Pan was hiding within his cloak. The dwarves cut down the man and he fell straight onto the cold, hard ground. The seven of them were ganging up on him. If Pan doesn't do something, who knows what is going to happen? He could never figure out why he woke up from death. He was always scared of death but now that he has seen it, well, 'To Die is an awfully great adventure!' He need answers. And he wanted them now!

Pan threw out his hand under his cloak and casted a spell from his hand. A dark spell shot from his bare hand. All of the seven dwarves collapsed over, knocked-out-cold.

He made his way to the man who was already up on his feet and wiping dirt off his suit. "Thanks. My name is Issac."

"My name is uh..um--"

"Peter Pan." Issac said still wiping off dirt and dewy grass.

Peter Pan threw out his dagger and held it up Issac's neck. "Who'd you know that?!"

"Wow, tough guy, I'm the one who wrote you into this world. You were one of my favorite clients. Except, I had to use a fake surname in Victorian times, so I wrote you under the name of J.M. Barrie" Issac mentioned.

Peter stuffed his neck in deeper until his last layer of skin was going to hold. "Okay, writer, " Peter still not believing, "If you have this special kind of magic. Write me back to Neverland!"

Issac pulled out his magical quill and flipped to a blank page and continued to write. "Many people think that the magic quill doesn't work anymore because I don't have ink. But that's just an excuse so I don't have to write for other people." He finished writing.

Peter was handed the book and read the black ink.

Peter Pan will return to Neverland, where he will meet a Lost Girl and Lost Boy.

"Lost Girl and Lost Boy?" Peter asked.

"Yes, you would be lonely so I'm adding you two new attendants." Issac said.

Peter extend his arms to put back on his hood. He turned around and then casted a spell from his fingers. The net recaptured Isaac and he flung up into the tree. "I don't want two more people." Peter revealed the magic quill to Issac. "And this is mine."

Issac started to push on the net. "The quill only belongs to the author! That's me! That's me! That's me!" He shouted.

Peter waved his hand and the dwarves awoke forgetting ever if they were knocked out.

"Well... well... well..." The lead dwarf, Grumpy, said. His sword was grasped within his bare hands.

Peter left slowly from the woods making sure he wasn't caught. The boy made his way back to the village where the ogre attacked and noticed that Henry was gone. The ground started to shake. Peter was rocking all over the place. The earth cracked in half. Everything started to to go white for Peter. He then was knocked out.

Peter Pan awoke. He noticed he was staring up at trees. The boy was back in his younger body ready to live another hundred years until he needs Henry again. Younger Peter Pan flew up from the ground and looked down at the field.

He was home. Home in Neverland.