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Violet had been excited to go to Neverland with this boy who called himself Peter Pan.  She wasn’t exactly sure about what this place was, other than that no one ever grew up there, but she was excited nonetheless.  She was pretty sure she could protect herself if she needed to… though Peter seemed like a nice—if a bit odd—kind of boy.

She was trying to decide what to bring in her little backpack when she heard someone playing a flute outside.  It was pretty, and she smiled softly.  Suddenly she heard Peter’s voice.  She quickly stuffed things randomly into her bag and opened her window.  “Peter—?  Peter Pan…?” she said, looking to both sides.

“That’s my name!” Peter replied, halting the sound of his musical instrument. “There ya’ are!” He grinned, floating gracefully towards her, “Neverland is only a star away!” Peter was genuinely excited. He never denied any adventures, no matter the individual—of course, unless it’s Captain Hook. Peter despised Captain Hook, he didn’t know why, but he just did. He never usually had a reason for such silly emotions, but he knew in his gut, that he was made for fighting that pirate Codfish.

The light-headed boy watched as Violet packed her belongings and studied her. Peter would return generation after generation, keeping his youth alive, for people exactly like Violet. He has met and visited all sorts of people, except, strangely, this girl was different. She had powers. “How’d ya’ do that?!” Peter remarked as a force field appeared.