A chance encounter with an odd boy sends Wendy Darling on a frightening and terrific adventure. Drawn into a technological wonderland full of games, imagination, lost boys, and pirates, Wendy begins to forget her responsibilities and the family she left behind. But something ominous lurks beneath the bright colors of Neverland, and Wendy ultimately questions what it really means to grow up in this ultra-modern reimagining of Peter Pan.

Completed. A chance encounter with an odd boy sends Wendy Darling on a frightening and terrific adventure. Drawn into a technological wonderland full of games, imagination, lost boys, and pirates, Wendy begins to forget her responsibilities and the family she left behind. But something ominous lurks beneath the bright colors of Neverland, and Wendy ultimately questions what it really means to grow up in this ultra-modern reimagining of Peter Pan.
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When Amorivia fell head over heels in love with story of The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up (Peter Pan), she became eager to meet him. Thinking Peter Pan would save her like how he saves Wendy, she jump off from her window only to...

Anicium Sapiens in short Anicens. What are they? They are humans, but half animals. They don't have ears, tails, or hair on all over the bodies. They look like ordinary humans. Then how to differ Anicens from ordinary humans? Look at their eyes. Usually, Anicens show their eye color in accordance with the animals that are in him. Even when they are angry sometimes their teeth, especially fangs, will also look sharper and longer. Other species will change their bodies when entering the natural world they live in.

For the example, fish, you can imagine Anicens aquatic species. As they enter their nature, then gradually, their bodies adapt in it. It's not the same as the theory of evolution about apes become humans that take millions of years. This change immediately occurred at that moment in their bodies after entering nature. Entering the water, the body will immediately scaly, fins, double webbed eyes, also breathing with gills.

Anicens is said to be an abnormality, not a demon. They are not the same as werewolves who have ears and tails, or mermaids with their tail legs and human bodies. Anicens is their soul, their mind, their genetics, make them adjust to their surroundings. They can not be seen only in one look, because they like us, humans. The difference is only the habits, abilities, instincts, and fatigue that are owned like every animal in existence.

Some Anicens can live a modern life like ordinary people. Sure enough some others there are abandoned and still act like wild animals. Marriage between humans and Anicens has also been rife because there is no prohibition. Still, this being displacement factor of Anicens children. Especially from breeds of cats, dogs, wolves, and mice. Most parents throw them away after feedings several months, some even directly abandoned without being loved and--

"Wendy! Don't keep writing! I'm hungry!" the boy whined next to the startled girl with brown hoodie jacket. She almost pressed the exit sign without saving the Observation Report data that she had been writing for days.

"Eat! Eat!" As usual, he always whine like this when hungry.

"I want meat!" His short body jumped up and down, trying to equalize Wendy's height.

The girl opened the refrigerator and took the fish, "We had it yesterday, today there were only fish."

The boy with dark gray hair growled, "Meat! I love meat! Meat!"

"There is no meat, the price goes up. Maybe now we will eat meat once a month," Wendy casually fried the fish in hot oil.

The kid's hum was increasingly annoyed. CHOMP! He bite Wendy's brown hoodie , chewing and growling. The veins that formed the intersection had already exploded on Wendy's temple. Then she conks him.

"Sit nicely!" she ordered. Although the boy's face still looks upset, but his body still obeys what Wendy said. The girl nodded in satisfaction, continuing cooking.

After the dinner, Wendy continues her work which momentarily distracted. Ignoring the little boy who is eating is like fighting over prey with the enemy. Even though he eats alone.

"Peter! Don't growl while eating! Remember the table manner I taught you!" Wendy said as the boy's voice increasingly disrupted his work.

Wendy sighed. It's time to continue the task.

***
A 15- year- old girl , Wendy, is one of the many people who take care for Anicens . Can be called a Guardian .

Peter, the Wolf. He is still one year old. Although apparently like humans, Anicens experienced more rapid growth. Peter, who is still one year old, is the same as a six-year-old human child. Imagine, it's getting higher, but he often bites the hoodie that Wendy wears, as well as sandals , shoes, even when angry he tried to bite Wendy's hands and feet.

Even so, Peter is an obedient and kind Anicens . Sometimes he helps Wendy do homework. At the age of 15 , Wendy lives away from home. His father always goes for a long time to work. His mother is also always busy being an ambassador. Wendy always think, rather than perched at home like a big house guard dog, she might as well live alone in a rented house close to school.

Is she lonely? No. Wendy feels this is better.

"Wendy! Wendy! Let's watch TV!" Peter sulked right after Wendy finished the task and was stretching.

She smiled and then stood up, "Yes, come on."

Peter walked cheerfully as Wendy stroked the dark gray silky hair. Just like a thick wolf's hair. Although never felt it directly, but she thought it just similar.

They sat down — Peter more precisely circled on the sofa first, then sat close to Wendy — and Wendy turned on the TV. A news broadcast about poaching Anicens was immediately posted.

Hunter

"Insolent wild Anicens will get no mercy. For the Guardians also if your 'pets' do something that disturbs the peace of the population and the environment... our weapons won't hold back," said Hunter leader. Wendy stared faintly at the man who had the hard, pitiless face.

To be honest, Anicens is not very respected as time goes by. A long time ago, the Anicens became friends and family to humans. But now, Anicens is treated as a slave and pet. All laws concerning the right to life of Anicens are slowly being abolished. One of them, "Article XX Number X year XXX says that Anicens is prohibited in hurting humans". While there are no other laws that say the prohibition of humans hurt Anicens.

They say, Anicens is shameless and can be wild at any time, immoral. Though not all of them are like that.

Click! TV changed channels. Wendy turned to Peter. The boy nibbled on the TV remote, all numbers pressed, making the TV constantly change channels.

"Peter! Don't! It will break! This TV doesn't have a guarantee!" Wendy pulled the remote, but Peter still wouldn't give it up," Peter! Sit!"

The wolf boy immediately obeyed, but the remote was still flanked by his tiny teeth. That face is annoyed.

"Now hand it over," Wendy stretched out a palm.

Spit! Finally he released it. Plus the remote is full of saliva. Ew, Wendy immediately wiped it with tissue.

"Good boy," the brown hair girl stroked Peter's hair. The face that initially looked ignorant, now relaxed and smiled. His snoring indicates that he really likes it.

Maybe people think Peter is a pet. But Wendy never think so. Peter is like her brother, a family. Anicens only needs to be well educated, not judged.

The sun begins to fall at the angle of the horizon. It's bath time for little Anicens . At Wendy's house.
Peter repeatedly hissed not wanting to take a shower. It took 15 minutes just for locking him in the bathroom. He also clawed at the door, wanting to get out.

"The water isn't cold!" Wendy exclaimed, pulling Peter's body from the door.

"Dun wanna! Cold! Cold!" whined Peter.

Wendy growled, gathering energy for a strong pull.

"LET'S TAKE A BATH!"

Peter's grip loosen, but that's not good news. Because it was too sudden, Wendy's body automatically fell down. The girl shouted when she fell with him in the bathtub. While Peter only plays with water that turns out to be warm.

Wendy sighed. She has to shower again.

***
The sound of a hair dryer buzzing softly, hair dry softly, with soft hands. Ah, everything is soft. Peter occasionally closed his eyes when the warm air of the hair dryer scanned his ears. Wendy slowly combed Peter's hair with her fingers, but the hair was neat first.

"Okay, let's go to bed!" Wendy said, turning off the hair dryer. Peter jumps down from the dressing table chair, then runs to the bed.

"Wendy! I want to hear a story!" Peter stood on the bed with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Ordering like a boss.

While tidying the hair dryer, Wendy thought for a moment. Looks like he has some collection of fairy tale books on the shelf there.

Peter throws himself on the soft bed while Wendy takes a book. For a moment the girl sifted through a good book. After she found it, Wendy sat next to Peter, who had pulled a blanket.

"Little Red Riding Hood," Wendy said reading the title, "they had wolf here."

"Wolf! Me!" Peter prided himself.

The story begins, "One day, a red hooded girl was asked by her mother to take biscuits to grandma's house in the next village. Before leaving, the red-hooded girl's mother advised to be careful when passing through the forest. The Red Hooded Girl nodded, understood."

"The little girl began her journey while humming and enjoying the shade of shade trees. But the baby steps stopped when she heard the rustling of the bush. The Red Hooded Girl now walked more slowly. Despite hearing the growl from behind the bush, the Red Hooded Girl kept trying to think that it was only an illusion. But she was wrong! When she decided to run, a big wolf immediately chased. Fortunately, because the girl was screaming for help, a hunter came to save her. The wolf scurried when the Hunter fired the shotgun."

"The Red Hooded Girl was thankful. The Hunter also advised the girl to be more careful. The girl nodded and said goodbye, continuing on her way."

"The wolf is so coward! He ran 'cause of a mere shotgun?" Peter teased.

"Listen first, the story isn't over," Wendy narrowed her eyes.

"Some time later, Red Hoodies girl arrives at her grandmother's house without any interference from the wolf again . The girl knocked on the door, calling her beloved grandmother. Immediately, there was an answer from inside, 'Oh, my granddaughter. I was waiting for you. Come in, I'm sick and lying in bed,' grandmother coughed. The Red Hooded Girl came in and approached her grandmother who wrapped in a blanket . 'Grandma, I brought you biscuits for you. I hope you get well soon,' said the girl ."

"'Thank you,' grandma coughed. The Red-Hooded Girl stared at her grandmother frankly, 'Grandma, why is your voice strange?' Grandma answered, 'because my throat hurts.'

'Then why are you hairy?'

'I wear a sweater to warm myself up.'

'Why does your mouth look big?'

Grandma went silent. She grinned broadly. Grandma took off the head cover and tore her shirt.

"To eat you completely!" apparently it was the wolf who had tried to attack the Red Hooded Girl--""

"Ugh! Stop it!" Peter suddenly exclaimed, cutting Wendy who was engrossed in reading.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid?" Wendy asked.

Peter shook his head, then looked away silently, "The story is boring! Change it! But there must be me!"

"You mean this is bad?" Wendy stared in surprise, "all right, I guess there's more."

Wendy moved to the bookshelf and exchanged the fairy tale 'Little Red Riding Hood' book to 'Three Little Pigs', then returned to bed. Peter was yawning widely.

"You're sleepy. It's better to sleep," Wendy said.

Peter immediately shook his head, "I'm not sleepy!"

Her eyes rolled 360 degrees, "After the story is over, you have to go to sleep right away."

"Yes, yes! Come on, hurry up! Story!" Peter asked impatiently.

Wendy sat next to Peter again. 

"Three Little Pigs."

"Somewhere far away, there lived three small piglets. Each of them has different house building materials. The first pig has a house made of straw, the second pig has a house made of wood, and the third pig has a house made of bricks.

One day, a big bad wolf came to the village of the three little pigs. The wolf destroyed everything. He also ate their friends— "

"Stop! Stop!" Peter cut off again. Wendy stopped reading and looked at the little creature in confuse. Peter's eyes look sleepy but he still talks, "why do the wolves you tell in the two stories sound so evil?"

"But at the end of the story, none of them managed to do evil. The wolf in 'Little Red Riding Hood' ran away again because a hunter came to save the little girl. The wolf in 'Three Little Pigs' too, finally due to exhaustion unable to blow the brick house, he gave up. Everything ended happily, "Wendy said briefly.

"Still, only the wolf is unhappy," Peter said complaining. 

That sentence made Wendy stunned.

"Everyone is always happy to see the wolves leave because they think the wolves is a disaster. Why in every story you read, wolves are always evil? I'm not bad. I don't want to eat Wendy, I don't want to destroy Wendy's house, I don't want to be scary."

"Wendy, do you think I'm like that?"

Wendy looked at Peter with pity. His sleepy face still looks annoying. But he is still a child.

"Do you think a wolf can have a happy ending too? Can I, as wolf get a friend? How about you? Will Wendy always... be... my friend...?" Peter fell asleep. Whether he was just delirious or not, but Peter's sentence and questions just struck Wendy's heart.

The teenage girl closes the fairy tale book, then pull the blanket up to Peter's little neck to keep it warm. When she do that, Peter curled up to face Wendy and growled softly. His sleeping face looks like an angel, not annoying like usual.

In the silence of the night, Wendy sink in her deep thought because of Peter. Even though the child was still very small, but everything he said was true.

Why do people always think that wolves are evil?

Not just wolves, but almost all Anicens are said to be similar. Perhaps only Wendy who believe there're still good and strong Anicens, as far as anything goes. It doesn't even need to be too far, Peter is also Anicens who has a better heart than any Anicens, more than any human. The sky-blue eyes were the reason Wendy wanted to take care of Peter, giving her hope.

Peter is troublesome, but that's what makes it special.

Wendy held Peter's small hand. Grasp it full of warmth. She rubs her cheek against the dark, spiky but soft gray hair.

"Of course, I will always be your friend."

***

RIIIIIING

Wendy's eyes opened quickly at the loud alarm ringing. The clock has been ringing for half an hour ago. The girl immediately sat looking at the clock. 06.30 . Half an hour to the school bell.

"I'm late! Peter! Wake up!" Wendy hurriedly woke Peter who was still snoring. Immediately she ran to the bathroom, took a quick shower, put on her school uniform, and thank God she had prepared her subjects and stationery from last night. Then all that's left is to prepare breakfast for Peter.

Peter had just come out and wiped his eyes slowly.

"Peter! I'm in a hurry! I have prepared bacon, sandwiches, and milk, and you must finish it! Don't go anywhere!" Wendy moves here and there, trying not to make any vain movements.

"Where's Wendy going?" he asked, still half-conscious.

"School, remember?" Wendy was carrying a bag, then immediately approached Peter and knelt in front of him with hand on his head, "I'll be home soon, this afternoon, 'kay?"

Peter nodded.

"Good boy," the girl smiled softly and kissed the forehead of her little creature. Then she stood up, "I'm off!"

The door is closed and locked.

***

Little Anicens paced from corner to corner of the house. He looks bored. Already playing games, throwing balls (and then biting them), hunting rats (but can't), perched with a mirror, all boring.

Everything here is boring without Wendy!

"Wendy! Hurry up and go home!" Peter's voice echoing in a quiet house. Then he looked out the window, many children were playing soccer. Moreover, ball is Peter's favorite object.

Because (pretending) forgot about Wendy's sentence for not going nowhere, Peter slipped out through the easy-to-open window. He jumped easily to the window frame, and slowly descended. The bare feet touch the grass drenched with morning dew. Already standing outside the house, Peter smiled with satisfaction.

"Hey! Let me in!" the naughty boy immediately shouted and ran towards the children who looked the same age.

"Yes, we happen to be short of members. You can join my team," the caramel brown-haired child who holding the ball said. Peter nodded.

The boy reached out, "I'm Maxie, you?"

Peter smiled, shook hands with Maxie and introduced himself.

"Okay, Peter. Do you like playing soccer? "

"My best thing!"

"Then let's play with us. We always play here every day," said Maxie.

The little Anicens thought for a moment, "I want to! But... I need permission from Wendy."

"Wendy?"

"She's my friend at home!" Peter shuffled, proud of himself and not Wendy.

"Is Wendy a girl?" Maxie asked.

Peter nodded.

"Long hair to the back?"

Again nodding.

"And she has a burning aura around her?"

"Burning aura?" one of Peter's eyebrows rose in surprise.

Maxie pointed at Peter. No, more precisely behind Peter. When he turned — more like he looked up — he found a girl who was glaring.

"Pe... ter...!" The girl's growl was no less scary with a lion's roar.

"Hi... Wendy..." Peter smiled stiffly.

POW! Punched right on the head.

"I told you not to go anywhere, right? I'll be home this afternoon!" Wendy dragged Peter's neck collar, "you must have climbed up the window and played with other Anicens!"

While Wendy was busy talking nagging, Peter's friends were staring in the distance.

"How did she know we are Anicens?"

For now, it's still a secret.

"I am bored! Wendy isn't here!" whined Peter when he was inside the house.

"Indeed, every day like this, only at the end of the week I can often be at home," said Wendy.

Peter's lips advanced a few inches, "Then let me play with them!"

Wendy sighed and thought for a moment, "That... actually doesn't matter, though—"

"Yeay!!" Peter jumped up and down.

"But!" Wendy immediately cut off Peter's happiness. He waited by holding back his pleasure.

"Please clean the house before you play, and don't too far from home. Your limit place is only the playing field," Wendy's index finger moved, which instead made Peter's head follow her direction. Realizing that, Wendy narrowed her eyes, "did you hear?"

Peter regained consciousness and nodded confidently, "I'm great! You don't have to worry!"

"All right, I believe in you," Wendy's hand gently brushed her spiky yet soft hair.

"Wendy, I always have a good feeling when I'm near you," Peter suddenly said quietly with a smile.

"Really? Me too," Wendy smiled.

Then Peter jumped and turned, "When I get stronger, I will protect Wendy! So if there are dangers, I will block it!"

Wendy laughed at the clawing and punching motion of Peter. Her tiny hands move nimbly like lumps of ball. If you look directly, it feels really exasperating.

"Alright, it's a bath time."

They are around us
They are beside us
But
Can we respect their lives?

An extract from the forbidden fantasy that test's an adolescent's morality, sexuality and strength:

Peter watched my reaction. Eyeing every contortion and breath I made.

I shyly looked down at his intimidating gaze, tangling my fingers in my tousled hair. Parts of me want to explore and be fine with this. With what he does. The way he treats me. Parts of me feign for how far I'm willing with his predatory side. Submit to his will. Parts of me willing to be his prey. But there's limits to me. There's limits to all of us mortals. And although he is capable of grief, I'm uncertain he's capable of sentiment. He's limitless. There isn't a number on how much Peter can stretch out your bones. Or shovel you so deep into the ground that you feel as though you belong with the dirt. He can tug your veins until they're wrapped around the Earth a thousand times. Still, no limit. He can show me greatest horrors in the mere palm of his weirdly uncalloused hand. I've seen him manipulate, abuse and bring terror first hand. 

I think off all the times he placed himself on me and it was more than 'I want to hurt you.', but it wasn't 'I want to please you.' either. It was, "I want you to satisfy me in the strangest ways." I don't satisfy his romantic desires, because, clearly, he obtains none. I might've satisfied his...dare I say...sexual desires when we kissed. I let him touch me all he wants. I know I shouldn't, but he is intoxicating. A shot of liquid gold. I loose control, I've always been in control. Although he is a monster, there is still a human amongst the remnants of what's left of Peter Pan.

"My favorite lost boy
Tinkerbell that will follow
Let my wings be the light
I'd be your very own fairy that will guide

I'll help yᴏu fight with Captain Hook
Fight with pirates just like in the book
As on our journey, you met Wendy
Starts with a "hi!" Later on you forgotten me

Here with my cute bell tinkering
Wondering if you're missing me
 "But no Tinkerbell!" I turned red
He always end up looking for Wendy
"How 'bout your little fairy?" Suddenly I sobs in bed

You had her on your side and banished me
Peter, what did I do? Does my presence annoys you?
Oh, my dear Peter Pan, I'm sorry
I thought you need me
But no! Not Tinkerbell. Just Wendy
Girl, are you happy now?

Now, I'm not on his side
Will you promise me Wendy?
Please make him stay happy
Be there when no one does
Don't worry my dear Peter
I won't leave any track even my pixie dust

To my favorite lost boy
Now Wendy will follow
Let your happy thoughts be the light
Please be careful on every flight
But don't deny that I'm your favorite fairy
That every flight of yours I guide
Here's my dust says goodbye
Wings will now glide
So long my lost boy, Peter Pan
Tinkerbell is now leaving Neverland"
       

        
           
                                 
              ️

I write down every single thought because I'm bad at explaining what's going on inside my head.

Chapter 23: Broken Bird

Neverland

Wendy Darling had lived in Neverland for the past one hundred years. Give or take a decade or too. Nothing had really changed in Neverland.

At least until recently.

Pan had been unusually quiet recently and had left that buffoon Felix in charge. A part of Wendy was grateful. Not having to see that face that taunted her every single day of her imprisonment was a blessing, but she still couldn't escape.

There was no escape in Neverland.

She remembered when she had first came to this God forsaken island a century ago. She had thought Pan was charming then. Had been fooled into thinking he was a boy hero by the name Peter, who was going to help her find her friend Neal—but nope, just nope.

Instead, he took her away from everything she loved. And Neal, God knows what happened to him. He was probably dead.

She remembered that day he had protected her, showed himself. And that day Pan had ambushed him with those boys. She hadn't really cared much sense then. Being locked up was fine in a cage. She dealt with Pan's insults.

Why did it matter?

And had time passed.

She was told her brothers were still alive though, that was something to hope for. But it got to the point that Wendy often wondered if it was just another cruel trick. Pan wasn't beyond taunting.

Wendy remembered the last time Pan had talked to her.

He seemed a bit down, less murderous. Not that Wendy cared, why did things matter.

"Why so glum, Wendy Bird?"

She hated that name. She tried to rationalize it for years, but she could never figure out why. She didn't answer him; she found it was better to act like she forgot about everything. If she didn't say anything, he didn't have anything to twist and contort.

"Such a stupid little thing," Pan huffed. "I know you can still speak, time stops here, you know. You don't age. You don't grow."

Did Wendy know that? She had been twelve years-old for a century, and while there were parts of her that longed to be grown up, she was still very much a child forever suspended in what seemed to be an endless twilight of purgatory.

"Talk!" Pan hissed. "If you care about your brothers, talk!"

Of course, he knew just what to threaten her with—Michael and John. They were still out there, someone. For years they had been lost boys, but when they finally realized what sort of monster Pan was they had tried to rescue her, and she hadn't seen them since.

"What do you want me to say, Pan? I have nothing to say. I mean, I guess we could talk about the weather, but it's always the same here."

Hot and miserable.

He glared at her. "I need someone to confide in."

"Then talk to Felix."

Peter shook his head. "That dolt is completely emotionless. Besides, you're supposed to be our 'mother' Wendy. It's why I've kept you around as long as I have."

"You kept me around as leverage." Wendy said.

"You have a smart mouth," Peter said. "I don't like smart mouths."

He then got a very creepy look on his face.

Wendy groaned. That was the thing with Pan you never knew what he was going to do. Peter laughed at her. He knew she was scared and he didn't care.

That's when he surprised her by grabbing her from her cell. She screamed and he laughed, before smacking her causing her to hit the ground hard.

She should've known at that time, she never had a chance. But she remembered struggling even after he had managed to restrain her and she remembered struggling even more when he pulled out his knife.

The knife he always claimed cut off the hand of Captain Hook, even though she had heard that the Captain's hand had been taken by a crocodile.

"Don't take my hand." She remembered pleading.

It was strange, how she could remember every precise detail of those harrowing moments. The boy who never grew up laughed and laughed. Before he smirked and said, "It's not your hand I want."

"Then what—" Wendy never got to finish that sentence. That sentence which would be the last time she spoke since Pan choked her at that moment into her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, and then he chopped it off.

She still couldn't describe the pain she felt. At first everything felt numb. All she could see was stars and then she felt the blood dripping down her neck and the agony. She tried to scream but the sound didn't come out coherently. It sounded monstrous not like her.

And what did Pan do, but laughed.

"A little parting gift from me, sweet little bird. You'll never sing again."

Bursts of insanity like that, was what made Pan truly dangerous. He left the pieces of her tongue there with her in her cell. Smiling as he went. He said she could eat it for dinner, no use hunting when there was fresh meat there.

It was about a week before Felix had came, and not even he had tried to force her to eat the maggot feasted remains of the organ, like she knew Pan would.

Although, Felix was just as bad as his leader. At least there were moments of sanity there, he had ordered Wendy's cell be cleaned and made sure she wasn't going to die. Because Pan needed a hostess, even if it was one as foul as her.

He wasn't that much better though, he told her she deserved everything she got. And then laughed that she couldn't talk back.

"Fitting isn't it?" He said, "All those years you pretended you couldn't talk, and now you really can't."

Wendy gagged as she attempted to say something and Felix just continued laughing. "You got to hand it to the Boss Man."

She hated him just as much as Pan then, but at least he hadn't tried to take away any of her other organs and he didn't like being around her that much so she was pretty much left alone.

Starving most of the time, since he wouldn't come back till weeks at a time. But she didn't care.

Oh, how she wished she would just die. She hated it here so much, how it had taken so many things away from her. But she had to live for her brothers.

Someday they'd find a way, she told herself. Though at this point, she wasn't even sure if she believed it.

One of the most depressing things about Neverland, she found that each and every day was inevitably the same to some degree.

Well, with varying degrees of horridness. In the beginning it hadn't been so bad, when she had her brothers, and Tink hadn't been banished to her little hut in the middle of the forest forced to produce pixie dust for Pan and his minions.

God, she missed Tink. It was sort of amazing that they didn't get a long at first, but she was probably the closest thing Wendy had left to an ally in this God forsaken place.

But not even she could help her now.

She looked at the sunset. One thing about her cage, it had a gorgeous view. One might say it was generous, but in reality it was just another element of torture from Pan.

She had seen so many sunsets. They all were so gorgeous. Wendy didn't really remember sunsets like this in London when she was home, but London was such a long time ago.

She heard movement that broke her out of her thoughts. She tried to remember how many sunsets it was since Felix was here was it one, two, way too early.

And then something in her stomach clinched up, was in Pan?

She thought about pretending to sleep, but didn't bother since she knew that if she did, Pan would make sure he woke her up. If it was really him. She knew he'd gawk.

He hadn't said anything since he cut off her tongue and threw it at her to eat.

Wendy told herself she could handle whatever, he had to throw at her. But what she wasn't expecting was for a few of the Lost Boys, lead by Pan to drag in a fully grown woman.

Pan despised grown ups.

He had made that statement very well, with the way he tormented Captain Hook and Tink. Why was he bringing another adult into Neverland?

"Open the cage," Pan said to one of the boys. "She can be Wendy Bird's new roommate. Might as well give the little bird who can no longer sing something to enjoy."

Wendy stared at him. Pan just smiled back and said, "Good to see you're still alive."

Like he cared.

He seemed to notice the look on her face.

"Careful," He said, "If you give me too many glares like that, I might take you sight, bird."

Wendy couldn't help but shutter, after last week she knew he wasn't bluffing when he said that.

Peter smiled at her, "Good girl. It's nice to see that a few modifications have made you more agreement. Which was why I bought you a friend. Actually, your idiot brothers screwed up. But hey—it's a win for you , not that you two will do much gabbing. Well, at least you won't."

He chuckled at that before walking off to probably plot something else horrible. As soon as he was gone, Wendy approached her new roommate.

Besides being fully grown and unconscious the first thing that she noticed about the woman was that she was very beautiful.

She was the sort of woman that Wendy had always hoped that one day she'd miraculously look like when she grew up, but knew was impossible.

And not because she was stuck in Neverland for what appeared to be eternity. No, Wendy did not have any makings of a great beauty, at least that's what she told herself. Her nose was a little long, her hair a little stringy, her eyes were not the right shade of blue, and god knows she could never hope at all to have some shape to her gangly body.

She sighed heavily feeling bad for the lady who was lying on the ground. Wendy gently tried to proud her since she could not very well tell her to wake up. And she wasn't about to attempt to make one of the muted grunts she could now make. God knows, she sounded hideous.

The woman woke up eventually, she appeared drugged or something, Wendy noted. It didn't surprise her. No one seemed to come here with Pan willingly anymore. Even the lost boys had seemed to dwindle in recent years.

During one of his many rants, he told her about how much harder it was to get new recruits these days. Apparently, the world where she came from was a much more dangerous place for children these days and there was something called stranger danger.

Kids had started looking at Pan odd, not wanting to go with him for a plate of cookies.

She wished there was stranger danger back when she lived in London. Maybe then, she would've avoided going with the brute.

"Where?" The woman asked and then she eyed Wendy as if she couldn't expect an answer.

Wendy looked at her and pointed to her throat.

"You can't speak."

Wendy nodded.

"I, well, then. I'm taking it you're not here by choice either?"

Again Wendy nodded.

"Well, help me up then." The woman said, "And let's see if we can figure some way out of this mess."

She held up her hand and Wendy blanched when she saw that the woman's finger was missing, just like Wendy's tongue.

Prologue

Tinkerbell has always been there for Peter, and Peter? He chose Wendy.

"Thank you, Belle. I love Wendee more than anything in this world."

"You are just my bestfriend, Belle. Nothing less, nothing more."

But Wendy chose to leave Neverland for his Family, friends and Career. He chose to leave Peter Pan to be a successful woman.

"I'm sorry, Pete. I can't do this. I love you but I love my friend too. I can't lose Belle too."

Tinkerbell chose Peter, but Peter didn't chose Tink. So, what if this time Tinkerbell got the chance to be chosen by one of the Lost boys?

"I like you, Belle. Hindi ko na kayang itago at iwasan 'tong nararamdaman ko sayo. Sa tuwing iniiwasan ko? Mas lalo lang lumalala."

"May the best man win, Rhonin. Sisiguraduhin ko na mananalo ako."

And Peter Pan too? 

"I'm sorry, Belle. Hindi ko napansin, na nahihirapan ka na pala. I love you, Belle. Please don't leave me. I still need you."

Arabelle Hernandez is inlove with her childhood friend, Peter Theo Pan.

Alam niyo yung feeling na ikaw naman 'yung laging nandyan para sa kanya, pero iba pa din ang pinili niya? That's what happened to Belle.

Peter chose to court Wendee instead, Belle's girl friend.

In Neverland, there are lost boys who are always hanging out with Peter, right?

These lost boys are craving for love too.

So what if this time, Belle got the chance to be chosen, not only by Peter but one of the lost boys too?

The elder Mr. Callahan had poured three cups of Jasmine tea at the table. His wife Wendy was no longer downstairs or in the kitchen where she had been preparing dinner for the last couple of hours. 

Both of the men stared at Drizella as she took the first sip, never having Jasmine tea before and the fact that they made it themselves, they wanted to see her reaction to it.

"It's delicious," Driz answered to their stares with a friendly smile before the men started sipping their own tea, feeling quite proud. Their reactions made Driz chuckle and she had to hide her amused face with her tea cup before Peter's father broke the silence. 

"So why are you so interested in the posy flowers anyways, son?" 

Driz quickly looked at Peter, hoping he wouldn't say anything that would frighten his father or begin any such rumor about the plague. She knew that he was smarter than that, but the sudden question from his father made her nervous.

"One of the maids got sick and I made her a brew to bring down her fever," 'oh god,' Driz thought, 'he's gonna tell him.' "The doctor asked about what I used and suggested I look into experimenting with posy flowers." All of this was true, but Peter had so far left out the part about the doctor claiming it could possibly cure the plague that has so far killed two people in the castle.

"How wonderful that someone has taken notice of your hard work!" the senior Mr. Callahan looked ecstatic for his son with a smile that stretched ear to ear. "Have you seen his work, dear?" he asked to Driz.

"Yes, Mr. Callahan, I have seen it, it's wonderful." she responded with a smile to the old man.

"Please, Drizella, call me Theodore." He reached his hand across the table and put it on hers for a moment before returning to his tea.

"Okay, Theodore." She nodded her head to him. Returning to her tea, she couldn't believe how quickly things were moving; she met Peter a month ago and only had one date with him since, then next thing she knows she is riding horseback to him families estate being introduced as his girlfriend, then just hours later is on a first name basis with his father. 'The Callahan men certainly move quickly when it comes to relationships, I wonder about the Mrs. Callahan?'

Later that night, after a simple dinner with Peter and his father, answering questions and laughing at childhood anecdotes, the elder Mr. Callahan made his way to his bedroom which he shared with his wife Wendy, who had disappeared shortly after her son and his new interest arrived. 

Mr. Callahan opened the door to his room where he found his wife sitting in the rocking chair next to the fireplace, staring blankly into its flames with her elbow on the armrest, her hand supporting her chin. "She's a nice girl, Wendy." he tried to assure his wife.

"Hm. She seemed nice." 

Mr. Callahan's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed as he walked towards his wife and sat across from her in his own chair, "If you think she's nice then what's the problem? Why did you run off?" 

"Because he's my son." She snapped at her husband. 

Mr. Callahan became even more confused at this. "I- I thought we were talking about the girl?" 

Mrs. Callahan sighed and looked at her hands that were now in her lap as she fiddled with her fingers. "She seems nice. And I can tell that Peter likes her a lot. It's just that he's never brought a girl home before and just... I'm not ready to let him go yet." Her voice started to fade towards the end, her throat feeling heavy and her vision starting to blur with tears. 

Mr. Callahan reached over to his wife and squeezed her hand, "You're afraid that she's going to steal him from us." She nodded her head while looking down at their entwined hands. "Wendy. The boy needs to grow up some time, and this girl seems good for him, I think you would see that if you gave her a chance." 

"I know, I know I just wasn't expecting it to be today." She sniffled and looked back up at her husband to give him a weak grin. "You know, it was this very rocking chair that I held him in as a baby. Singing to him, watching him, I would do it all day long sometimes." She chuckled at the memory, wiping away her tears.

Mr. Callahan put his hand on his wife's cheek and looked into her eyes with a reassuring smile, "Give the girl a chance, it'll make you feel better if you get to know her a little."

She looked at her husband for a few seconds before looking back down at their hands together on her lap and nodding her head without another word.

The next morning, Driz was nervous to face Mrs. Callahan after the woman had glared at her and given her the impression that she hated her already, but she wanted to see Peter and say goodbye to Theodore before heading back to the castle. 

Downstairs she found both Mrs. Callahan and Peter in the kitchen. Mrs. Callahan was making eggs for breakfast and Peter was chatting with her while squeezing fresh orange juice. His eyes saw Driz come around the corner and he went to greet her "Good morning" with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. Driz was nervous with his display of affection with his mother nearby, she wanted the woman to like her because she wanted to be with her son. 

Mrs. Callahan looked over her shoulder and greeted Drizella with a big smile "Good morning, dearie."

"Good morning, Mrs. Callahan." She bowed her head.

"How did you sleep?" Driz was surprised at her question. This was the most that Mrs. Callahan had ever talked to her. Other than pleasantries when she was first introduced and declining Driz's help getting glasses for water, all of her words were directed to Peter. 

"Very well, thank you." Driz responded with a smile. What had happened to change her mood so drastically? Maybe she was sleep deprived yesterday and just needed a good sleep to get back to her normal self? Or maybe Theodore said something to her?

As soon as she thought of Theodore, he walked in the front door carrying a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. 'Speak of the devil' she thought teasingly in her mind. She adored Peter's father and they got along quite well, she hoped he would have good things to say about her to his wife. 

He walked into the kitchen to drop the sack of potatoes on a chair before greeting everyone, "Oh good morning! Good to see everyone up bright and early!" His eyes meeting Driz he asked her "How did you sleep?" 

"Very well, thank you." She answered the exact same as she did to Mrs. Callahan, showing the same amount of respect to both of them.

"Glad to hear it," turning his attention back to the others he continued "Boy, I'll tell ya there was barely anyone in town today, it was like a ghost town."

"Really? I wonder how come?" Mrs. Callahan responded to her husband while plating the eggs and bringing them to the table.

"Well I caught a hold someone and asked that question. He told me about Derek Thomas, you know the one, the mailmans son. You remember Derek, don't you Peter? You used to play together as boys." He asked his son as everyone sat down at the round table for breakfast.

"Yes I remember him, he was one of my best friends." Peter responded.

"Poor lad, apparently his father fell ill a few days ago and passed away." 

"The mailman Mr. Thomas? He passed away?" Driz asked Mr. Callahan for clarification, it couldn't be, she thought, she had seen the man just a few days prior. 

Peter's father nodded his head with a frown.

"He was the one who delivered the bouquets to our house," she looked at Peter who gave her the same worried look. 

When the bouquets were delivered three days ago and Mr. Thomas was about to leave, she remembered Ella mentioning that he felt hot but he brushed it aside and claimed it to be the heat of the day. Her mouth went dry and she had to take a sip of orange juice before asking,

"Did the younger Mr. Thomas give any idea on how his father passed?" 

Theodore shook his head, "No specifics, he said that his father simply came home very warm one day, less than a week ago, and they found some strange bumps around his skin one day when he was changing clothes." Mr. Callahan continued eating his food as if it were nothing but Driz and Peter seemed to have lost their appetite at the news. 

Not wanting to be rude to Mrs. Callahan by not eating her food, Driz finally picked up her fork and began eating the eggs regardless of how uneasy she felt.

"Such a shame, he was a good man. His son is just as old as you are, Peter." Mrs. Callahan mentioned to her son.

"You're right, he is my age. I should go and stop by to offer my condolences." Both his parents nodded their heads in agreement as they continued eating. He leaned closer to Driz and asked her "Do you mind a little detour?" She shook her head asresponse. 

After breakfast, Peter had gone to the field to grab some of the posy flowers and make sure they were safely contained to travel and get them to his greenhouse at the castle, Theodore was getting the horses ready and Driz and Wendy were left in the house together. 

"Please, let me help you clean up, Mrs. Callahan." Driz offered as she picked up some plates and brought them to the sink to wash. 

"Well thank you, dear, you didn't need to trouble yourself with that." The older woman gave her a friendly smile that she wasn't expecting or used to.

"It's no trouble at all." 

There was a moment of silence between the women as Mrs. Callahan began washing the dishes, Driz not knowing what to do with herself decided to sit back at the table facing her, hoping to invite conversation with her body language. 

"I apologize for my attitude yesterday. I wasn't expecting Peter to bring home a woman just yet, he's still my little boy to me." 

"I apologize for dropping in unannounced, I would have liked to send a letter of some sort beforehand but our trip came up rather fast." Driz had no idea what that letter would have included and she was glad she didn't have to send one, but it was true that she felt bad for coming by without their knowing. 

"Not to worry, dear, we always welcome company." Welcoming was not the word that Driz would have decided to use to describe Wendy Callahan, but she remained civil and smiled at her. 

There were a few moments of silence until Mrs. Callahan looked over at the girl and spoke again, "He likes you a lot, you know." Driz looked up at the woman, "Peter. And Theodore," she laughed, "they both have good things to say about you."

Driz smiled at the woman before she continued, "I know that my son and my husband both have good taste, so if they approve of you, then I do as well." She smiled at her as the woman wiped her hands on a towel. 

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Callahan." Driz bowed after sitting up from the table. She was shocked at everything that the woman was saying. Driz wanted to ask if and why she didn't approve of her beforehand, but decided it would be best to keep silent. 

Peter then walked back into the house and smiled at the sight of his mother and Driz seeming to get along before asking "Ready to go?" She nodded and Peter gave his mother a hug, Driz gave her a curtsey and Mrs. Callahan bowed her head slightly with a smile to her.

Out front of the house was Theodore with both horses as they said their good goodbyes "It was a pleasure getting to know you, miss Drizella." He bowed to her.

"The pleasure is all mine, Theodore." She curseyed before mounting the horse. It felt odd using his real name instead of calling him Mr. Callahan, but he insisted last night to call him by his name. Peter was the first to start riding off and Driz shortly behind him, giving his father a wave and a smile. 

A small distance from the house, Driz and Peter were riding next to each other when she asked "How far away does the younger Mr. Thomas live?" 

"About twenty minutes west of here. I'll race you." Peter said playfully with a wicked smile and raise of the eyebrows before kicking his horse Onyx to set off.

The classic Cinderella tale told from the evil stepsister' perspective. Is she really evil? Or will the royal court find their new Queen the evil one when the plague spreads from none other than her "trusty" rat friends?

Dear Peter Pan,

We flew together. Had the thickest and thinnest slices of life. Went to the peak and fell on the ground. Though most of the times, you land first and try to lessen the impact of my fall.

Pero tingin mo ba hindi pa rin ako nasaktan sa pagkahulog ko?

I did get gurt. Kasi sinalo mo ako sa maraming bagay. Mula pa noong una. Masyado akong nasanay na nasa baba ka pag nahuhulog na ako. Masyado mo akong sinanay na para bang hindi mo 'ko iiwan.

I thought our little subdivision is a Neverland. Tingin ko naman ay hindi ako nagkamali doon. After all, I saw for myself how you brought Wendy to our homeland.

You asked me to teach her how to play piano like how Peter Pan asked Tinker Bell to assist Wendy how to fly. You opened our world to her without even asking me if I want to. Mundo ko rin yun eh. I wish my opinion mattered.

But then again, I think I'm in no place to decide who would enter your life. I don't even think I have the heart to stop you from being happy.

I have many wishes tonight as I write this letter I would allow the world to read but I would never allow you to know that I wrote this for you. I really really have lots of wishes and favors I would like to ask but I'll try to narrow it down to five.

Please give me even a little of your time. Kapag masyado ka nang masaya kasama siya, kapag nakakalimutan mo na ang pakiramdam pag magkasama tayong dalawa, kapag sa mundo mo hindi mo na 'ko naaalalang isama, pwede bang pahingi pa rin ng oras? So I wouldn't be so bitter about your girl. So I wouldn't think she snatched you away from me. So you could help me like her for you. But honestly, it was just for me not to miss you that much.

I don't think you'd do this but I'll ask you, anyway. Huwag mo kong hanapin sa kaniya. Pwede ka nang tumawa. Isipin mong bilib ako masyado sa sarili ko that I would even give you this piece of advice. Pero ganoon kasi ako. Hinahanap kita sa lahat ng taong nakakasama ko. I ended up hurting a friend because I was too attached with you. I wish you won't end up hurting her cause I don't want to see you hurting your world.

And if by any chance, Wendy and I will be falling at the same time, I want you to catch her instead of me. Hindi ito pagpapakamartyr. Kundi naniniwala akong ito ang pinakamalaking tulong na maibibigay mo sa akin. To let me realize that I have to find my own man who would catch me first even if everyone's falling. Because you, fulfilling that role is long over. Mayroon ka nang babaeng kailangang unahin. And it was inappropriate for me to rely on Wendy's man.

But if I only get to choose one among all the wishes I would like to come true, perhaps it's my fourth wish. I wish I'll be born a Wendy in my next life. So that someone else has to take my place and I finally get to be loved.

And if still, that couldn't be granted, then I wish you'll be reincarnated as Tinker Bell. No, not to let you feel the pain you unintentionally inflicted to me. But to somehow let you know, that hey, Tinker Bell really really loves you.

Till my wishes come true and till I find the courage to let you go, I think I'll stay.

Your Pollen Princess,

ThinkingTinkerBell

Every girl wished to be a princess. The one with the crown of happiness and is overwhelmingly loved by a prince. Pero hindi lahat ay may ganoong uri ng fairytale. Madalas pa nga, what life bestowed on us are nothing but fallen fairytales. The ones that went wrong. Iyong epic at nakakaloko. Iyong nakakasakit at nakakaubos.

Siri realized that at an early age and assaulted destiny in her blogs. She who grew up with Zero and gradually fell for her best friend hated the cruelty of broken fantasies.
 
Will she give up her best friend and start facing the reality? Or will she fight for her fallen fairytales and hold on to it just because she badly wants the prince?

This is love between reality and illusion. She is a princess battling between letting go and holding on. This is the fight of a Pollen Princess.

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