Peter Pan - Short Prolouge

Peter Pan Short Prolouge - Part One

Note: This is simply something from the recesses of my imagination. Please enjoy.

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A boy seeming around the age of ten sneaked out of an orphanage into the back alley and looked around to see if anyone would see him, then slipped out of the alley and onto the street. After walking a little bit down the way, he stopped in front of a window and knocked three times.

"Hey, Mary, psst. Come on out! Let's play! It's Peter!"

There was a moment of silence, then the window opened up a crack and a small girl's face peeked out. She seemed to be around the age of thirteen.

"Hold on a sec, okay? Let me get some food and I'll be right out." She withdrew her face and the window closed.

Peter shuffled around as he waited for Mary and after a while, she reappeared, handing a paper packet to Peter and then climbing out the window.

"So, what should we do today?" Peter and Mary ran through the streets laughing and playing, doing whatever caught their fancy.

Peter was from an orphanage, abandoned by his mother on the steps of the building. He was shunned by the other boys who were too tired to care about playing and avoided the older kids who just bullied the younger ones for food. Stuck in this predicament, he started going outside to escape this life, and it was then where he met Mary.

Mary was from a family who lived near the orphanage, and was an only child. With her parents being busy with work, they didn't really have time to play with her and as a result, she was always alone. Deciding to explore the area around her house one fateful day, she met Peter. They became fast friends, bonded by loneliness. They often traveled the streets of London like this, munching on sandwiches.

One rainy day, there was a commotion inside the orphanage. The older boys were making a ruckus over something that was flying through the air, trying to catch it. Intrigued by the bell like noises, Peter inched closer to get a closer look. Finally, one of the older boys caught the source of the noise in a glass bottle and corked it triumphantly. From where Peter was, he thought it looked like a tiny, beautiful girl with wings, but the older boys kept calling it a bug. The fairy banged on the glass desperately but to no avail. Peter, being one with a kind heart, saw the fairy's distress, and decided to free her. Later in the night, when they boys were sleeping, he crept into their room and took the bottle. The fairy inside was startled awake and began making bell like noises in a panic. Peter looked up in alarm.

"Shhhhh! I'm trying to help you!" Not knowing if the fairy understood him or just gave up, she fell silent but it was too late. One of the older boys woke up and yelled.

"That's MINE! Come back here you brat!" Peter clutched the bottle to his chest and darted out, dodging the reaching hands. He eventually made his way out into the dark alley way outside, drenched by the thundering drops of water that fell from the sky. There was no one chasing him at this point so he slowly examined the bottle and the fairy inside it. She was glowing brightly and there seemed to be a glittery substance scattered on the bottom of the bottle that wasn't there before.

"You're so pretty..." Peter gazed in wonder at this tiny lady and watched as her face turned bright red. She seemed to understand what Peter was saying after all. He uncorked the bottle and she flew out. Again there was the sound of tinkling bells. She seemed to be trying to say something but Peter shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't really understand what you're saying, but you should go before someone else catches you."

Tink fluttered forwards and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. The cold feeling in his bones faded away, replaced by a warm tingling.

Thank you... a chiming voice spoke, then the fairy flew away into the night. Peter sighed. He knew what would be waiting for him back at the orphanage. Usually he kept his head down and stayed out of the way, but this time, he couldn't help himself.

"Guess I won't see Mary tomorrow then..." Bracing himself, Peter slowly trudged home.

As Peter had predicted, the older boys were waiting for him when he got back to the orphanage, and they severely beat him up when they learned what he had done with their prize. After they got tired of hitting him because he didn't respond, they went back to bed, leaving Peter to crawl in agony, back to his own quarters. He knew better than to expect any help from the adults. They would only do something if they were getting paid for it, and they were definitely not getting paid to help Peter.