10 parts Complete "Once upon a time, there was a boy who never wanted to grow up." A mother's voice echoed softly into the night.
The sky was pitch black and dark but was sprinkled with stars that sparkled in the cold night. Silver clouds sprinkled snow gracefully, just like every word as it rolled off the tongue of the storyteller. A frosty breeze blows through the open window, open since she was a little girl, and into the nursery.
"He ran away to a strange yet magical place called Neverland, where he would forever be a boy. There, he was known as Peter Pan, the boy who never grew up." The voice continued.
A little girl sits near the window, staring out of it in awe, wonder written on her freckled face. Her crystal eyes sparkled as she unconsciously braided a blue ribbon into a strain of her long light brown hair.
"Did he ever come back?" The little girl asked, "Did he ever come back to his family?"
"Well, my little darling," The mother chuckled, "Perhaps one day, you can ask him."
"No," The girl replied, "If I ever meet Peter Pan, I'll ask him to rescue me to Neverland."
