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Peter Pan had just woke up from one of the best rest he ever had. Tinker Bell was off on her own vacation deep in the woods, the boys were away doing who knows what, it was just Peter, by himself. The quiet was a rare gift to him. After years of saying, 'I'll never grow up,' he finally realized the benefits.

He spent the night at the natives' town, one that had been upgraded greatly over the years. It had tripled in size and was much more permanent now. He expected a bustling scene outside, so he mentally prepared for his sweet silence to vanish. But when he opened the door, the outside was oddly empty. There wasnt a single person in the streets.

Peter walked out and looked around. At first, he thought it was just his street, but no; every street was empty. No figures looked out windows, no farmers sold food, nothing.

This had to be a dream. If it was, it was certainly the best dream he ever had. Peter couldnt control his urge to run and jump carelessly around the buildings. This had to be a dream, there was no other possible explanation.

Peter happily strolled to a pillar located in the center of a clearing. Normally, people from all over are walking through here, but today one could hear a leaf skipping across the ground. Peter sat on the base of the pillar, which was actually just a very pollished shrine of some sort. He whistled to himself some of his favorite tunes, he remained in a completely care-free state.

That's when he heard a noise. It sounded like a crate falling to the ground. It came from behind him, but he didnt see anyone when he looked around the pillar. When he didnt see anyone, he continued enjoying the moment. Another crash sounded, it was much closer and louder this time. He again looked to where he thought the noise came from. He heard other noises: shuffling, things breaking, and at one point he thought there was some heavy breathing.

He was about to get up to investigate when something massive slammed him against the pillar. Peter's vision went wild; stars danced as the world went from dark to bright. His body left the pillar's cold surface, aparently picked up by an unknown force. He was too dizzy to figure out what was happening around him. His arm suddenly felt wet as a snake-like object wrapped around it.

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I know Peter doesn't really look like the Peter Pan we all know. I forgot about the pointy ears and didn't notice until I was way too deep. But in any case, I am happy how well it came out. Expect the next pages over the next week or so, Im still making the pages and writing the story.

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Peter Pan had just woke up from one of the best rest he ever had. Tinker Bell was off on her own vacation deep in the woods, the boys were away doing who knows what, it was just Peter, by himself. The quiet was a rare gift to him. After years of saying, 'I'll never grow up,' he finally realized the benefits.

He spent the night at the natives' town, one that had been upgraded greatly over the years. It had tripled in size and was much more permanent now. He expected a bustling scene outside, so he mentally prepared for his sweet silence to vanish. But when he opened the door, the outside was oddly empty. There wasnt a single person in the streets.

Peter walked out and looked around. At first, he thought it was just his street, but no; every street was empty. No figures looked out windows, no farmers sold food, nothing.

This had to be a dream. If it was, it was certainly the best dream he ever had. Peter couldnt control his urge to run and jump carelessly around the buildings. This had to be a dream, there was no other possible explanation.

Peter happily strolled to a pillar located in the center of a clearing. Normally, people from all over are walking through here, but today one could hear a leaf skipping across the ground. Peter sat on the base of the pillar, which was actually just a very pollished shrine of some sort. He whistled to himself some of his favorite tunes, he remained in a completely care-free state.

That's when he heard a noise. It sounded like a crate falling to the ground. It came from behind him, but he didnt see anyone when he looked around the pillar. When he didnt see anyone, he continued enjoying the moment. Another crash sounded, it was much closer and louder this time. He again looked to where he thought the noise came from. He heard other noises: shuffling, things breaking, and at one point he thought there was some heavy breathing.

He was about to get up to investigate when something massive slammed him against the pillar. Peter's vision went wild; stars danced as the world went from dark to bright. His body left the pillar's cold surface, aparently picked up by an unknown force. He was too dizzy to figure out what was happening around him. His arm suddenly felt wet as a snake-like object wrapped around it.

First: You're here
Next:

Very large commission for

I know Peter doesn't really look like the Peter Pan we all know. I forgot about the pointy ears and didn't notice until I was way too deep. But in any case, I am happy how well it came out. Expect the next pages over the next week or so, Im still making the pages and writing the story.