Disowner: I do not own Peter Pan or any other figures from the play. It all belongs to Barry. The storyline however is mine.

Hallo people. It's been two years since I posted my last story and it's time for another one. This one won't be a one shot, but it has several chapters.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The wind made the end of her nightdress flow behind her. Her silhouette could be seen in the moonlight. She stood like a statue, while her hair flowed like a curtain behind her. From below, you could think that it was a decoration of the house, if it wasn't so that she stood right behind a window frame.

Wendy stood behind the window in her bedroom. She didn't say anything, she knew that no words could make her dreams come true. So all she did was hope. It had only been a few years, but her hope left her alone sometimes. As the days passed by, her memories began to fade slowly or blurred. She remembered his form, but only like a dream. As if she had forgotten things and her mind had filled the empty places up, making him older than he probably was. Most of the time his voice was lost to her. She still remembers their adventures although she doesn't know the details anymore. But his name and the feeling of his touch, was what she needed.

Peter

I know that it's really short, but the chapters will be much longer. R&R