Peter Pan 3: The Revenge of Captain Hook

Chapter 1: Playing in the Park

And that is how our story begins! Jane and Moira now lived with Wendy and they all couldn't be happier. Although she was deeply distressed on losing her father, Moira was able to cope by listening to adventurous stories about Peter Pan by her mum and her grandmum. She now slept in the nursery room, where she could open her large window and stare up into the night sky every night, her eyes only focused on the second star to the right. And Wendy would always visit her young granddaughter so that she could tell her more stories about Peter Pan. The more she heard all those stories, the more Moira wondered when it would be her turn to go to Neverland with her own adventure, just like her mum and grandmum.

A few years have gone by and, although she is no longer a little child anymore, Moira still believed in Peter Pan. Sadly, she couldn't make friends because of her beliefs. All she had was her Peter Pan doll and her puppy, born from Nana III. Out of all the puppies that Nana III gave birth to one day, Moira chose to keep the littlest and the most playful puppy as her pet, naming her new puppy Little Nana (though she would nickname her puppy Little for short). Every day, Moira would take Little out to the park, where they would play together. They would regularly play catch, but instead of a ball or a stick, Moira would throw her Peter Pan doll, creating an illusion that it was flying on its own, just like the real one. Whenever she threw it, however, Moira would often gaze up at her doll lovingly, as if it was the most beautiful star she had ever seen. She would habitually stare at it for too long to notice Little handing it back to her after successfully catching it; Little's teeth gripping on the doll softly to avoid ruining Moira's very special possession.

The park was one of the two places that made her feel so young and happy, with the first being her nursery room/bedroom. It was where she would play with Little, and it was also where she would watch little children play in a playground, surrounded by an ocean of white sand. Moira watched the little children from afar, studying them build castles out of sand, sliding down on the miniature slide, or even swinging on the swings.

Sometimes, Little would run to one of the children alone, dancing around as if asking to play with them. Moira would walk over to join Little and the child and soon they all found themselves playing together. Playing with younglings became sort of her favorite pastime from then on. Even though the children's parents were there to watch and play with them, Moira was always there to fool around with the little ones, as if they were her playmates. She loved watching them run around in circles, chasing each other and giggling gleefully. She loved their cute, little smile shining on their faces whenever they play a game or meet another playmate. And she loved their small, innocent eyes glowing with happiness. Moira could just stare at them for a long time.

If only they could stay like that forever, Moira would often wonder to herself, where they would never have to grow up.

"Well, well, well! Look what I found fellas!" a vile voice called out from behind Moira. She winced irritably and groaned, knowing exactly who the voice belonged to. She could imagine that same group of teenagers around her age, staring mockingly at her back.

There were four girls and six boys in the group. They were greatly admired at Moira's school. They were involved in major sports, cleverly smart, and always at the right time to make a show to anyone with fascinated eyes. Everyone loved them, because they saw that group as role models for future heroes.

But the group weren't exactly heroes at all. In fact, they would use their fame to their advantage. They would strut everywhere, showing off either their new style clothes or just to show themselves off. They would snobbishly reject hopeful children when asked for their help. What's more, they spent their times teasing anyone they feel up to. Sometimes those teasing led to violence. But whenever a teacher caught them, the group would sneak out of trouble and blame it on the victim. Because the teachers also loved the group, the teacher excused them and turned to the victim, punishing them cruelly. That was another talent they had: sneaking out of trouble.