Deity *rough draft*

There once was a deity named Peter Pan. He had been cast away from the heavens above to live in solitude in eternal youth for a crime against the gods. Cast away to live in a realm that played the same loop over and over again. It was an island where Peter found himself cast. There were mythical creatures and adventures like no other. He could play pranks on Spanish pirates and live his days together, stuck on the age of a boy and not being able to change into a man. Peter Pan loved the first centuries for there was nothing more enjoyable. He would often laugh at the gods and ask the sky, ‘This is not punishment! This is a gift!’ The gods of course said nothing and knew that Peter would soon experience his punishment.
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It was the first words to a story that she had been told and had henceforth told the world. Granted her story was received as fictional, but no one had to know the truth but herself. She often wondered about what the story meant. Why he told her his story their last night as friends, but as a child it had meant hardly anything to her. Wendy Darling trusted him, and that had been all that mattered. Ten years later and all she could do was question his loyalty. It the curse of growing.