Return To Neverland

Chapter 1

"Jane!" I heard Wendy screech from my window.

I opened my eyes, and I was flying. Above England.

But I wasn't flying alone. I looked up and saw a dark figure pulling me.

"No! No! Don't take her please!" She sobbed.

"Wendy? What's going on?" I felt my heart beating quicker and quicker by the second.

"Mummy? What's wrong?" My little brother walked into my room and looked out the window. "Look mummy! Janes flying!" He pointed and waved.

"Pan, please!"

Pan? Did she say Pan? My eyes widen in shock once I realized where I was going.

"No! Take me back! Take me back!" I struggled to get out of his grip until I realized I was now over 50 ft. above ground.

"Jane!" I heard her and my brother yell in unison.

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Peters POV

Her eyes flickered open as she laid on the sand. It took about a second or two for her to realize where she was. I stood still behind the trees, making sure she doesn't see me. Not yet, at least.

"Wendy?!" She screams at the open ocean leading to nothingness. She buries her head in her hands and cries.

That's when I decided to walk up to her.

"Do you need some help?" I extended my hand for her to grab.

She looks up at me with her big brown eyes, which surprisingly has hardly any tears at all. She looks nothing like her mother, they don't have the same eye color, hair color, no similar facial features, who is she?

She stands up and walks in the other direction, towards the cove.

"Where are you going?" I call out to her.

"To find a way to get back to London." Hell, she has an American accent! She's nothing like her mother at all.

"Who are you?"

"Do you need to know?"

"Actually, yes. Or I could kill you instead."

"I'll take the second choice."

"Is that sass?"

"Maybe it is."

I chased after her until we made it to the cove.

"This place is huge." She whispers to herself.

"Yes. And I own it all." I smiled.

"Thanks for that, captain obvious."

"I beg your pardon?" I raise an eyebrow at her.

"You heard me." She scoffed.

"You should be grateful that I haven't killed you yet."

"Grateful? Really? You think that I should be greatful?"

"Why yes, actually."

"Well then thank you, your highness." She mocked, and curtsied.

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Janes POV

I look down at my clothes, my jeans were wet, ripped at the knees and tightened at every step, and my T-Shirt was also wet and covered in sand. My white converse weren't looking so hot either and made a "splosh" sound with every step.

"You shouldn't mock me." He continued to follow me.

"And why shouldn't I?" I turned around to face him.

"Because I'm Peter--"

"Pan. Yes, I know." I rolled my eyes and hopped over rocks.

"Watch your language, girl."

"Listen, you may think that I'm afraid of you, but I'm not. So just run back to camp Pan and dance around the fire with your slaves- oops, I mean lost boys."