Beyond The Stars: OUAT Peter Pan Fanfiction

Chapter One

Authors Note: Photo of Constellations// © Copyright
November 3, 2014 by Greg Stone

The damp grass enveloped my bare skin. I felt weightless for a moment, and then the heaviness dropped on my shoulders. Slowly but surely had I thought the shadow left me to die here. I greeted him for the first time, last week as if I was greeting death himself. He wore a sinister face with bright glowing eyes. He said he would come back and wisp me away to a far off land. But I slept heavily that night, thinking it was a dream.

It wasn't.

I had gazed at the star from the little balcony that perched tastefully on my victorian house. I dreamed of mapping out constellations once, but I never had the time. Time barely stood still for me. Mother said I day dreamed too much to have the grades I maintain now. She had bought me a star chart not long ago. It was hand painted and dotted precisely with small oil paints.
The North star was considered to be my favorite. Polaris resided at the Little Dipper's handle.

In school, I was quiet I suppose. I had a few close friends; genuine friends who were honest and loyal. My family hosted parties every year, and I never seemed to understand how socially active they really were. They always went a little bit too far for their precious daughter. And I appreciated their love constantly.

It was the hole in my heart that shut me out from the rest of the world. It was my fear, my sense of not belonging that made me too scared to find myself. I wasn't independent or strong. I always relied on others to carry me, and accepted everyone else's mistakes as my own.
I didn't say goodbye to my family. I didn't have the time.

There was plantation nearly everywhere. And home felt far away, for crisp air was filling my lungs and the pollution of the near city had vanished. The scent of fresh mist and wood almost smelt of a consistent memory.

There was an ocean breeze that brushed my skin. I could smell the sand, but not the salt. Everything was so familiar; almost a second home perhaps.

"You've been here before," A male figure emerged from the trees. The moonlight hit his face as he stepped closer.
His broad shoulders arched back as he tilted his head cockily to one side. He folded his sculpted arms over his chest. He had a beautiful face; angelic almost. His eyebrows arched seductively to ensure the real welcoming committee had arrived.

It didn't feel very welcoming though.

He shifted his weight to lean on the full grown oak. His gaze followed every inch of my petite frame.

I was afraid to speak, to speak too quietly.
"Before?"

"You've been here in your dreams, Alexandria." my name cascaded off his tongue like silk. He had a provoking British accent. "Why, you don't recognize me?" He looked surprised; partially satisfied; partially curious.

"No," I heard myself whisper. Shaking my head, I dropped my face, embarrassed to meet his teasing voice, "Where am I? And how do you know my name?"

"I'm amazed you don't remember a place like Neverland." His arms spread out, gesturing to his vast ownership.

"Neverland," I repeated. It felt too real to be a dream. Breath escaped my lips, but words were incapable to comprehend. He couldn't be who I thought he was. I watched him in awe.

"I'm Peter, Peter Pan."

The memories of a bittersweet childhood crowded every corner of my thoughts. Peter Pan was fiction, pure fiction. Wasn't he? But this is all too real. Stories about him were conventional and Disney produced weren't they? That boy dressed in that playful green costume. He was a joke, a game, a childish character who inspired little ones to dream of adventures.

His face moved to meet mine. He brought his hand to my hair to twist a small strand. I dazed into his harvest golden green eyes, studying every part of his impeccable complexion. He looked at me contently, and all the while, embarrassment washed over my cheeks, flooding them with color.

His hands traveled down my arm and without a moment to spare, he quickly gripped my wrist and headed towards the underbrush.
The forest seemed engulf us, becoming deeper and darker.
Screams shouted into a void of black. Cries and laughter overcame the forest's creatures.

We stopped at bare ground. Growth surrounded the site to bow down to the blazing heat in the middle. The fire crackled over worn out bark. There were large stones and heavy logs placed around the only source of light. Boys danced and chanted, wearing long brown capes and tribal masks. They hit small drums and blew into wooden flutes. They sang loud enough for the whole island to hear them, to claim the land for themselves.

Peter whistled, placing two fingers in his mouth. The boys immediately stopped and circled around him. I felt their eyes on me as each and every one of them took off their mask.

"This is Alexandria," His hand followed to my back, "She will be staying with us for quite some time. I'd like for all of you to show the same courtesy to her, as you would to me. We will welcome her as a lost one."

My heartbeat raced as if I craved their approval. Their dirty faces wandered up and down; many of them looked to be around 15-18 years of age.

"She's a girl," one of them whispered. Peter shot a face to the boy as if to say he was stating the obvious.

"Carry on."

The crowd fled and the chants continued to grow louder and louder. Peter held me close to him, and guided me towards a distant rock in the shadows, close enough to still see the celebration. I carefully sat down, afraid to make any eye contact. He sat beside me and pulled out a wooden something-or-rather that looked like a musical instrument.

"Why did you bring me here?" I pulled my legs up to my chest

"I didn't bring you here." Peter chuckled as if I had asked a stupid question.

"But what about the shadow?"

"Sooner or later, you will see how this works. The shadow doesn't make mistakes darling, he knows a lost one when he sees one." Peter slides closer so our bodies are almost touching. I could feel his warmth radiating on to me.
I knew my face was growing hot. I wasn't lost, but even so, the feeling of fear haunted me. He looked up and down at me, as I gazed towards the fire, longing to go home.
"You're safe here," His voice was soft spoken and gentle, much different from his general smug tone, "stop worrying."

"What about my family?"

"Time stands still in Neverland," He moved his face towards mine to get a closer look at my expression, "Isn't that great?"
"I guess." I wanted to leave. I didn't know where I was, let alone who I was with. The familiarity of the land had to be a dream. I resented the fact that it wasn't.
Peter turned his body to face the darkness of the forest. He leaned down and pulled out a a wooden pipe.
As he watched me pay attention to his every move, he lifted the instrument to his lips and blew softly. The notes danced gracefully in my ear and surprisingly, everything felt right as he played. The sound was overwhelmingly alluring. They were long flute-like noises that echoed through the forest.

"That's beautiful." I rested my head on my hand and dazed up at him.

He looked up from the object to my eyes and smiled. "This pipe is enchanted. Only certain people can hear it."

"What kind of people?"

"The lost ones. The ones who can't find their place in the world. That's why I call my boys the lost boys."

"I'm not lost." I denied the emptiness.

"Oh, but you are," Peter devilishly smirked, "My dear Alexandria, you are terribly lost." He lifted the pipe to his lips once again.