“Peter Pan was always fickle. You would never know what he would do next. That just added to the excitement, the attraction, I suppose. He had an air of mystery. He was a boy who never grew old but never seemed to stay the same. He seemed never-ending. I should’ve known that there is ALWAYS an ending, even for the boy who can never grow up.
I am Lily, a used-to-be inhabitant of Never Land. When I lived in Never Land, I had long brown hair down to my waist, bright brown eyes, and tan skin. Peter visited my tribe often. I see the confusion in your eyes. I am sorry. I haven’t always been known as Lily. When I lived in Never Land, I had another name. It was Tiger Lily and I lived in the tribe of the Indians.
Peter visited often. He was so cute! No one could resist his unusual red hair, deep green eyes, and dottering of frecles! I was no exception. It was so much fun when he played with us Indian children (I was then, just a small little girl). He told us stories about his wonderful adventures with pirates, faries, and mermaids. They could have been boring stories because I had seen pirates, faries, and mermaids on a daily basis. But the way Peter told them, well, it was like never seeing them the right way. This was when I first knew I was in love.
As I grew, I noticed more things about Peter. The way he looked at me with his dimple showing and the way he looked when he was concentrating. I didn’t know this at the time, but Peter had started noticing things about me too because by that time, I was already fourteen. When did we start showing our affections for each other? It’s hard to say, it went by so quickly. At the time though, it seemed an eternity.
Once he told me how he felt about me, I felt like I was walking on air. I was invicible. Nothing could stop me. I could live forever, just like Peter. When Peter said he had to leave Never Land for a few days to get someone, I thought I would always have him, and our days in the sun kissing would always continue.
I was wrong.
He stopped visiting me once She came. The white girl, Wendy. Ooh! The name still fills me with such a hatred! She was, I suppose, very lovely. She had curly blond hair, blue eyes, and the sweet pale skin that I would never have. I saw that he could never take his eyes off of her. Just that thought kept me up at night crying. And then I noticed the others. The mermaid girls and even some of my closest friends! How dare he? After all we did! After all that I gave up! After he rescued me from Hook and certain death, I thought I would give him a taste of what he had forgotten—he definitely would come back to me then! So once my father had made him Chief Peter, I danced for him and then gave him a big, long kiss, but not long enough so that he would want more. And more he wanted. That very night he came and I gave him all that I had. This was a very grave mistake. I was sixteen at the time.
Very soon, a baby started to grow inside of me. I grew fat and hungry. I couldn’t show my face around the island. My parents had found out. I knew I needed to leave Never Land. They arranged with Captain Hook to sail me away to the place where Peter had once lived, a place called London. The name and place was strange to me then, but I found it was my home—and the perfect place to raise my baby boy. After I moved and learned all about London and the rest of the world, I found a very nice job as a seamstress and married a wonderful man named Sir James Barrie who wrote down all about Peter and Never Land in a play. He is dead now, and my son moved to the New World decades ago. I have only told my story to one person, my husband. My own son does not even know his own lineage. So who would you be to ask, young man? I am very old and had almost forgotten my home.”
The boy in my parlor shifted uncomfortable under his cap. He looked about 5o years younger than me, around 30. He was wearing very old clothes, clothes that were in style around the time that I came to London.
He took off his hat and gave me the worst and best surprise of my life. He said, “I am so glad to have finally found you Tiger Lilly”, he took my old, leathered, shaking hands into his nice, strong ones, “Once I found out you left, I asked all over for you and nobody would tell me. I traveled to London around the time that you left, but no one had heard of you. An Indian Princess in London?! Of course, now I see you hadn’t been yourself at all. I went back, and it’s taken all this time to return. I am so very sorry for all that I did.” He gave me a giant hug. This might sound strange, but coming from him, it was very easily believed. The boy had shocking red hair. He was the one who haunted me for so long. The start of it all. The boy who never grew up.
His name was Peter Pan.
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