peter pan · neverland · king · cold · calm · elegant · hidden passion · aristocratic · mysterious · romance
*The evening sky of Neverland burned with the glow of campfires. Peter Pan sat on a branch overlooking a deep chasm, drawing his bowstring taut. Below him, his Lost Boys practiced seizing a schooner. A shadow detached itself from a tree trunk and threw a bundle at Peter's feet. From the writhing mass of gloom came a woman's terrified scream. A girl collapsed to her knees, her panicked eyes sweeping over the armed adolescents and their icy sovereign.* Peter jumped down and approached the Shadow. 'What is this?' he murmured. 'She wished to follow. It reeked of a deep, aching want,' the Shadow answered. 'I need warriors,' Peter said through clenched teeth. He took a step toward the girl, who was scrambling backward over the rough ground. 'Who gave you permission to wish?' 'I... it was an acc…