Chapter 1: An Argument

OC character info:

Name: Cly

Species: Nature Nymph (my version; and as a nymph she has pixie dust in her blood so she can fly. )

Height: 5ft 2in

Hair: Dark Brown

Skin: Tan Eyes: Brown

Body: Curvy and broad

Other info: she has cat-like ears on the top of her head and has a tail (she is also able to change the color of the fur to white, brown, orange, etc.) She can communicate with animals and ,well, nature in general. She is able to grow and manipulate plants at command and lives in a nymph colony (or more like a big city) with her family and friends (which is located not that far away from hangman's tree). She very flexible, has a great sense of balance, has a great sense of hearing. And she is able to mimic most animals and their characteristics. Any other info you will have to find out by reading the story !

"Ugggh," I groaned to myself. "This is just getting plain ridiculous!"

I threw my hands in the air and sat down in defeat. Peter and I had one of our little fights today, but because of something I probably said he's been gone for a total of two hours now. We have our little fights more than occasionally, but this one was different. Usually after our petty fights (which I always win) after around 5-10 minutes everything smooth's over, but evidently this fight was not going to smooth over anytime soon.

"Where could he have possibly gone?" Not wanting to be the one to apologize, since he was the one to start the argument, I took the liberty to ask the lost boys to search for him; and so far they have come up with nothing. They looked at Mermaid Lagoon (which I was sure he was at), the Indian Camp, Misty Mountains, Pirate Cove, Crocodile Creek, Skull Rock, and any other places that Peter could have possibly been. So there I sat looking out of one the windows in hangman's tree, gazing out at the stars, wondering where he was. All of the lost boys had given up their search knowing that Peter would come back eventually. I stood up rubbing the back of my neck wondering if I should go and find him and, if I were to go and find him, where I should look. I walked out of my room and entered the lost boy's room to see if they had already gone to sleep. There they all were completely knocked out, probably because they were exhausted from their search for Peter. Smiling to myself I went to go back to my room, but I heard some rustling. Glancing over I saw Toodles tossing and turning in his hammock clearly awake. I walked over and kneeled next to his hammock.

"Can't sleep?" I said slightly rubbing the top of his head.

He shook his head and frowned.

I gave a sigh, but then smiled knowing why he couldn't sleep. "Don't worry Toodles. Peter will be back, he just needs to blow of some steam. He'll be fine, he's always fine, he's Peter Pan!" I said flexing my arms mocking the way peter does all too much.

He giggled to himself and gave me a small smile. I then gave him a warm hug letting my tail wrap around his body and kissed his head.

"Alright now go to sleep because tomorrow is when we go and mess with those idiotic pirates again."

Toodles nodded and turned on his side and went to sleep. I started to go back to my room when a thought passed over me.

What if he was not fine? What if something terrible happened to him? Even though he is Peter Pan does not mean he is invincible. What if he is de-

I shook my head pushing those thoughts aside. He is probably somewhere hiding, wanting me to try and find him knowing that I could never find him until he came back. Even though he is mad because of our argument, to him it is almost like playing a game of hide-and-go-seek. He always jumps at a chance to try and outsmart me. I decided to walk into Peter's room and I plopped on his bed. Growling and rolling over in frustration I looked at his side table examining its contents. There were a few arrowheads the Indians had given him, some galleons (probably from the pirates), a wooden plaque with both our names painted on it (his birthday present from me), and finally a single pair of silver spectacles. We had gotten the spectacles on our last journey in London.

Then it hit me. I knew exactly where to find him. Why hadn't I thought of this before? I flew out of his room and grabbed a piece of parchment (which of course was stolen from the pirates). I wrote down a note telling the lost boys that I was looking for Peter and to do as they please until I or Peter return, but Slightly was in charge (I put "Slightly is in charge" in all caps). Flying out the window I smiled to myself.

I slightly snickered and said, "Oh Peter you can never outsmart me."

Only if I knew that he, kinda, actually did.

I was now finally in London; now all I had to do was find the Darling's house. I knew he'd be there. Peter and I have been going there recently, listening to the stories that Wendy would tell about us. Although sometimes I think he would go there on his own when I had to return home (the nymph colony) instead of staying at the lost boy's hideout. Flying past Big Ben I started towards Wendy's house. As I got closer I saw that the lights were on, but when I got even closer I realized something was wrong. First of all, the window of the nursery was open. Second, Nana (the Darling's dog), was floating in the air only to be restrained by a rope. Slightly alarmed and confused I flew down to assist the dog. As I got closer to Nana she growled at me, but when she finally saw my face, she happily ruffed and wagged her tail. I grabbed her two front paws and pulled her down to the ground. I then slowly let go of the dog to see if she was just going to start floating again, thankfully she didn't.

Starting to untie the rope I asked Nana, "What happened, Nana? Huh? How did you get up there?

Nana only whined and looked up at the open nursery window.

"Ok, stay here Nana."

She protested and barked wanting to follow me, but I proceeded to the open nursery window. I flew in and then landed on my feet to only find no one there.

"Peter? Wendy? Anyone home?" I called only to have no answer.

I sighed putting my face in my hands trying to piece together what had just happened in this house.

"Oh no…" I gasped.

He didn't. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Well, he could, but he shouldn't!

My eyes widened in realization. I had to get back to Neverland fast! I flew out the window only to have Nana bark at me. So I flew down next to her petting her head.

"It's ok Nana. Everything's going to be alright. I'll fix this."

And then I immediately flew off, hoping I could fix this big mess that Peter had made.