Peter Pan - Short Prolouge

Peter Pan Short Prologue - Part Two

After he finally made it to his cot, he used his aching arms to pull the thin sheet over his head. When he was completely covered, he pulled out the glass bottle which had miraculously survived the beating and gazed at the glittering powder at the bottom. When gathered against one side, there was about a tablespoon of the stuff, so Peter decided to pour some onto his hand to see what it was. When he did, some of the pain left his body and he again felt the same warmth that he had felt before. This time, it was accompanied by a light floating feeling, and exhausted and worn out, Peter fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Peter was surprised to find that his body was completely healed so he sneaked out of the orphanage to escape the notice of the older boys. He met up with Mary and told her what happened. She was interested, but didn't quite believe him, until later that day. It was getting late, and Mary was urging Peter that they had to get home, when he paused. He heard a voice that sounded like the one he had heard yesterday. It was tinkling and soft and he looked around. Mary also looked around.

"Do you hear that? It sounds like bells...?"

Peter grinned enthusiastically.

"It's Tink!" Peter had been taken to calling the fairy he had rescued Tinkerbell, or Tink for short because of her voice. A soft glow came closer and Mary gasped as she saw the tiny lady. Tink zoomed up to Peter with happy chimes. He seemed to be listening to her, then turned excitedly to Mary.

"Mary, come away with me!"

"What?"

"Tink says she'll take us to someplace where we'll never be lonely or sad again!" Peter was excited and jumped up and down.

"W- well... I... I don't really..."

Tink flew angrily between Mary and Peter and chimed loudly.

"What, but Tink, of course she should come. She's my friend!"

There was another angry burst of chiming, and Tink flew around Peter, scattering sparkling powder around him. He laughed in wonder as he started floating, and Mary also looked on in amazement as he zoomed around. Tink chimed urgently and he started floating higher.

"W- wait! Tink, what about Mary?" Peter turned to look back as Mary also started to look worried. Tink seemed to ignore him and continued to fly slowly up.

"Peter!" Mary grabbed his leg and she also was being lifted up, but it was obvious she was not floating like Peter, but was very much being affected by gravity. As she was slowly being lifted, she started slipping, losing her grip on Peter's leg.

"Mary, hold on, hold on!" Peter fumbled for his pocket and withdrew the bottle. There was still a substantial amount of the powder left, and he quickly poured it over Mary. She also began floating, but aimlessly, so Peter grabbed her hand and they followed Tink into the night.

After a while, Mary rubbed her eyes and pointed.

"Peter look!"

She was pointing at a land mass that seemed to be growing bigger. It was nothing like they had ever seen before. It was bright and colorful compared to the drab life and sights of london which was grey and depressing.

They landed and it was like something out of a fairy tale. There were lagoons, beaches, forests, everything the children had ever dreamed of was right here. They gazed about in stupefied amazement until footsteps were heard behind them.

"Welcome to Neverland." A boy of fifteen walked towards them welcomingly, followed by two others. Peter took a step back warily. He had learned to be cautious around older boys.

"Hey, it's okay. You're safe here. My name is George Darling." He pulled up a small boy of seven next to him, who has a wild mop of fiery red hair. "This is Alex Witching" The other boy also stepped up and introduced himself with a fancy bow. He had silky black hair and a large smirk in his smile, looking around 13 years old.

"Hello my fellow newcomers. I am the amazing James Hook. I see we have a female in our company."

Mary blushed, and George addressed the two kindly.

"You two seem to be quite new here. Would you like to introduce yourselves?"

"My name is Mary. Mary Brookings."

"I'm Peter."

James looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Last name?"

"I... I don't have one." Peter, stared at the ground.

"What kind of person doesn't have a last name?!" James laughed at Peter and Mary took a step forward as if to hit him, but George silenced James with a glare.

"Well, you look like a regular forest sprite to me, so why don't we just call you Pan. Peter Pan." George stepped forward and ruffled his hair, and Peter grinned. Alex leaned forward and hugged him. Taken aback at this unknown show of affection, Peter stood there awkwardly until he hesitantly hugged him back. George clapped both of the on the back and laughed.

"Well then, Mary, Peter, you're part of our family now. Why don't we get something to eat?"