The Moon is a terrible person. He just sits there, high above all others with power many can't even imagine. Why with all that knowledge does he pull back from the world, just watching the mixes of paradise and hell below? He is grinning at me right now as I walk down narrow path of the forest. It's just past twilight and hushed darkness has fallen over the trees but that doesn't scare me. Many fear this time of day especially deep in the forest but I know nothing can hurt me. The Moon even though he's a jerk protects him not because he cares, he needs me. You see, my name's Peter. Just Peter I don't who my parents were but honestly I don't really care. I got Tink, my little sister to worry about anyway. Why the Moon need me, I've never known sometimes I wonder if I ever will.
I been down at the steam to collect water and I'm walking back to the tree house when I get this strange feeling someone's watching me. I shake it off but the feeling remains. I get to the tree house, I know I live in a tree house it's pretty awesome but I always wanted to live in a real house. I just started pouring the water into our well when I hear a scream; it's coming from Tink's room! Forgetting the water, I race up the tree to my sister's part if our home and fearing the worst I enter. I see her lying on the floor, unconscious but still breathing. I'm starting to become really confused then I realised. Tink was glowing!
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My name isn't Peter Pan
FantasyDo you the real reason, Peter Pan went to the Darlings home and were the lost boys really lost? Is Peter Pan his real name and was Tinker Bell always a fairy. (Sorry, I'm terrible at previews and this is my first story so be nice) UPDATE SLOWLY
