The Truth About Neverland

The Cotillion

Wendy was still looking out of the nursery window when her parents came in. "Wendy dear, the Worthingtons invited us to their cotillion." the Darlings said. Wendy gave no recognition that she heard her parents, she was heartbroken over the loss of her brothers and hoped that the man her parents hired would deliver on his promise and bring the boys back.

"Wendy..... Charles specifically wanted you to be present." once again Wendy showed no reaction but she could not help thinking why he had asked for her. Charles Worthington is a fine looking young man. He has dirty blonde hair that paired perfectly with his brown eyes, teeth that shine like diamonds, a fit and tall stature, and a voice that could persuade anyone, to do what his heart desires. He is two years older than Wendy and about to inherit the Worthington estate along with all of its riches on his 21st birthday which is in a couple of months. Every young women that Wendy knows wants to be Charles's significant other. He does not protest and in fact spurs them on. Despite her dislike of Charles, Wendy wants to know what his motive is for specifically asking for her.

"I don't want to go." She said.

"Wendy.... sweetheart..... it would be extremely disrespectful to reject the invitation of such an influential family." Said Mr. Darling.

"Father, I am in mourning for the loss of my brothers, and you should too, why is there any need to go when all of London knows of our misfortune? And more specifically how can you expect me to celebrate and go to the Worthington cotillion when my brothers, your sons, could quite possibly be DEAD?!" Yelled Wendy. She did not understand why her parents were pressuring her to go and she care for it at all. When her mother heard Wendy's statement she burst into tears and ran out of the nursery. Her father on the other hand was furious.

"How dare you say such a thing in front of your mother? You know she's distraught over this, and how dare you say that I don't care that my sons are gone Wendy!" Mr. Darling asked.

"Why do you care about his cotillion so much Father? Why is this so much more important than John and Michael's disappearance? And why are you so adamant about me being there when I most certainly don't want to?" Wendy asked again.

"BECAUSE IT'S THE WORTHINGTONS WENDY!!! ARE YOU DAFT?!" Mr. Darling yelled. Wendy was taken back by her father's ferocity.

"YOU WILL GO TO THE COTILLION WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT. THIS IS MY FINAL ANSWER." He said again and angrily stomped out of the room. As soon as her father disappeared Wendy ran over to her bed, sat down, and began to cry, wondering how her life changed for the worse so quickly.

"Why're you crying?" She heard a voice say. As she quickly uncovered her hands and brought her head up she came face to face with a young blonde boy with green eyes wearing clothes made out of leaves. He curiously tilted his head to the side and continued maintaining eye contact with her.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" Wendy said demandingly. Wondering who on Earth this little boy was and how he seemed to be.......floating?

"Who are YOU?" He demanded.

"I asked you first!" Wendy responded.

"Good point, I'm Peter Pan of course!" The boy said proudly while putting his hands on his hips.

"Peter Pan? But..... Peter Pan's not real." Wendy said, confused of how a so called fairy tale was sitting, well, floating in her room.

Peter poked himself and said " Well the last time I checked I was in fact real."

Wendy was more confused than ever because she still didn't understand how and why he was here.

"So are our going to answer my question?" Peter said.

"Which question?" Wendy asked.

Peter rolled his eyes and said "why are you crying?"

Wendy hesitated answering, after all, could she trust a person whom she thought and was told throughout her life was fictional and in other words, nonexistent? She finally decided on telling him and began to tell the story of her younger brothers tragic disappearance. While Peter was listening to her story he was also gently bobbing in the air, as if he sitting on top of gently rolling waves. After her tale was complete, Peter stood up and adamantly decided that he would help Wendy find her brothers. Wendy was thrilled that there was somebody who might actually have a chance at succeeding. After giving him a hug and having Peter push her away, she thanked him once again and walked, and in his case floated him over to her windowsill. As he was about to step out, he got one more thought.

"Wait, I told you my name so it's only fair that you give me yours." He said.

"OH of course, how rude of me." Wendy stated. "My name is Wendy, Wendy Darling."

Peter dramatically bowed and stated, "It was an utmost honor to have made your acquaintance Lady Darling."

Wendy decided to play along, curtsied delicately and replied, "The honor was mine Sir Pan."

Peter grinned a mischievous, boyish grin, jumped off the windowsill and flew toward the night.

Hello readers, I am so sorry that this chapter took so long to upload. I had schoolwork to do and frankly had no motivation to write also. I hope that I can give chapters at a faster pace now and thank you all that have given this story a chance so far. I appreciate each and every one of you. Have faith, trust, and pixie dust ⭐️⭐️