Princess Wendy

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as of Dec/5/2008.
my story [updated dec/5/2008]
There is a fairy story I know of about a boy who never grows up. It is the story of Peter Pan, who lives in Neverland with the Lost Boys. His story is one of magic, adventure, and thrills that I’m sure you’re familiar with.
Then, there exists the story of the girl who fell in love with Peter Pan; the story of Wendy.
A story of unfortunate tragedy, yet still laced with magic and adventure, it is the tale of the aftermath of Neverland.
In simpler terms, my name is Wendy Darling and it’s been 3 years since I left Neverland. Not long after I became settled with the world did it turn itself upside down - my mother died of a chronic illness the winter I came back and I was sent away from my brothers to live with my uncle, Duke Matthew Barrie Of Kensington. His vast estate with its pale white walls did nothing to lift me from the depression of losing my beloved mother and so I instead found myself wandering within the colorful gardens, losing myself in its beautiful ancient mazes.
I had felt I had become familiar with gardens when I stumbled upon something peculiar – a gate, old and rusted with vines covering it. Curiosity taking its hold, I stepped through the gate but found myself not in Kensington Gardens but in a place I thought I’d never see again. Neverland.
With this door back into my magical world, I’ve found my way back to Peter and the Lost Boys, Tiger Lily and the Indians, and even Hook and his pirates. The gate, on rare occasions, has also opened up to other worlds, and in those worlds I’ve had my share of new adventures.
I haven’t seen Peter in ages, though. He’s upset at me for growing up, you see. I’ve explained to him time and time again that it wasn’t my fault, but he simply flew away refusing to talk to a “grown up”. The small fusses we made over this matter when I first returned to Neverland is what threw me into piracy, my act of rebellion, and I became Red Handed Jill of the Jolly Roger.
The experience taught me a great deal of respect and perspective, and consequentially, I grew up more. That and the fact that I had become a pirate pushed Peter further past the point of frustration and since then, he’s been missing and Neverland isn’t all that fun anymore.
I find myself now going back and forth between this world and that, taking along those who wish to see the Neverland. And secretly, I continue to look for Peter… but the effort seems to be just short of a lost cause.