Happy 4th of July everyone, DemonHeart is back with my second book and the sequel to Peter Pan's Return and if you haven't read it yet you should go now before starting off this story. Anyway I hope you enjoy so please R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Pan

The clashing of swords rings around me along with a sadistic laugh that has haunted my every nightmare for the past year. It's familiar and even though it makes the hairs at the back of my neck rise I feel and energetic adrenaline rush kick in through me. My heart beats erratically in my chest and it's so loud I can hear it in my ears. The excitement is all but familiar, and the thrill has me wanting to go running and somersaulting as I go.

The familiar salty sea air engulfs my nose along with the feeling of flying and falling from the sky toward the ocean below the blue sky. The squealing of mermaids and the heady scent of the Indians makes my imagination soar with the memories of my life. The life I am slowly remembering.

I remember the Indians, I remember the mermaids, the vicious pirates that I quarreled with at a daily basis. I remember all of Neverland and the adventures it has given me and the lost boys for so many years.

I remember, I remember….

I remember that night. The night I first met the Darlings, the first time I met Wendy. I didn't move in and fall out of their tree like I believed, if not I had flown into their nursery window after they had gone to bed for the night. It was the night after Nana, the Darling's dog and nanny, had latched it's fangs on my shadow and ripped it off of me giving me no choice but to return for it the next night.

When I had finally gotten hold of my shadow after making a racket that somehow did not wake up the three sleeping Darling children, I could not find a way to stick it back on me and frustrated and angry at my shadows teasing, I began to cry. It might have been only a few minutes, maybe even seconds, which I had cried until a soft gentle voice spoke through the darkness like an angel.

"Boy, why are you crying," the soft voice asked and as I looked up into the eyes of the girl with the best imagination in the world, I felt something inside of me blossom, but it was something I could not understand as a child.

The feeling of fluttering wings deep inside of my chest and the warmth that rushed to my cheeks and the tips of my ears. I was frozen in place as my insides churned and all I wanted to do was get closer to her to see how it would feel to be near this strange girl.

Being a child and not really knowing about the world outside of Neverland, I dismissed the feeling. That had been the beginning of the greatest adventure I had lived in, the adventure of growing up without knowing it. The adventure of falling in love with a girl from a world I knew little of.

I remember everything, other than the fact that I still can't recall how I got to Neverland in the first place, from the Indians all the way to the mischievous mermaids that had tried to drown Wendy one time. I remember the salty smell of the Neverland Ocean all the way to how the wind whipped across my hair when I would fly through the clouds over the island or when I would drop myself as I plummet down to the sea.

Every detail of my former life flies like a slideshow before me as a golden light engulfs my vision and soon I notice that I'm on the ground clutching my head at the searing pain that jolts through my skull. It's incredible the images I see and all the while that I am enjoying them; I begin to doubt it all at once as the golden light begins to shine brighter trying to chase my new found memories away.

People could not fly or stay young forever. Pirates were only a legend now and mermaid's urban myths and fairies aren't… they're real. They're real because I had a friend that was a fairy and her name was Tinkerbelle.

I scream out in pain as another jolt of pain stabs at my skull as the light dims and brighten repeatedly in slow flickers.

"Peter," I hear the boys around me yell out, "Peter what's wrong," I look up at the ceiling of Wendy's room and notice a bright ball of light floating through the golden light that practically blinds me hovering overhead as I continue to feel the pain threaten to crack my skull in two. I yell out as I feel strong hands lift me off the ground and I stare into the eyes of Mr. Darling.

"Get a hold of yourself, boy," he roars and I flinch at the sound as I gasp for air feeling sweat pour down my face, "Tell me, where is Wendy," he asks shaking me and I feel my numb limbs shake around me like a rag doll as I turn my head toward the paintings hanging on the wall over Wendy's bed. It's impossible, but…

I push away from Mr. Darling as I touch one of the pictures feeling dazed and weak as I study the paintings one by one almost as if it were a dream, "Neverland," I whisper and the name feels right as the words spill through my trembling lips and I turn over to look at everyone in the room while repeating, "She's in Neverland,"

The boys look at one another as I turn around to look at everyone staring at me confused. Mrs. Darling walks over to me and her eyes seem to glow as she touches my arm and I notice fresh tears run down her sweet beautiful face. My heart aches at the sight of her tears. I don't want her to cry anymore.

She looks so much like Wendy. They both hold the same kind wise brown eyes with a hint of a childish spark glowing like embers. Her long pointed nose is equally similar to that of Wendy's and they both have the same light brown hair.

"Please," she begs as she pulls me in for a tight hug and I hug her back a bit dazed and confused. She's much shorter than I remember her being, "Please bring Wendy back to me," I nod and she pulls away smiling before leaving the room with her husband right behind her.

"Peter," I look down at Slightly as he grabs my hand, "How are we going to get to Neverland?" he asks and all the boys nod in agreement.

"I don't really know," I answer while scratching my head. How am I supposed to get to Neverland without Tinkerbelle?

"Peter," I look around the room for the small voice and jingling bells that has called out to me, "Peter, it's time to go back home."

A small light moves over to my face and through the small golden light I notice a small person with wings. The small fairy smiles and touches my nose and before I know it, a weird soothing darkness overcomes me.

I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and since this is a new installment I don't have much to say so i'll see you guys next time.

Chapter 2 - Neverland will be out on July 8, so look out for that.

Until next time my lovelies.