Stories

When the water rose submerging the world, it was a little white bird that delivered the first signs of life out there.  However, now that is full and enchantment is everywhere, its a little white songbird that leads the trails of adventure. With locks of Ivory, eyes of amethyst, she sings along journey to figure out her purpose.

Most boys and girls dream of being Kings and Queens, Knights and Mages, yet this little songbird sings for friends. She sings for a family.

She starts her journey alone. This is nothing new for her. But she flies along searching for the first signs of a challenge. She comes across her first challenge, a troll. They're not very kind. Asking thrice for an answer to their riddles and only then can you cross. 

There's a poor soul stuck on the first question, so the songbird asks, "If I solve your riddles three, allow me and thee to pass along gleefully." 

The troll snorted and snickered , "Answer me riddles, and answer correct, one wrong answer and you'll find yourself eject."

The Songbird turned to the clueless individual and reassured him she would answer right.

The first riddle the Troll offered was: "If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am nor rich, but leave silver in my track."

Quickly she answered, "Why you are a snail of course!" 

The troll grumbled while the little white bird smiles.

The troll continued, not pleased in the slightest.

"Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run. What am I?"

The Songbird thought for a second before she replied enthusiastically," An hourglass of course!!"

Now the troll was even less amused. He stomped his feet atop of his bridge and immediately shout out his final riddle. 

"With potent, flowery words speak I, of something common, vulgar, dry; I weave webs of pedantic prose, in effort to befuddle those who think I wile time away, in lofty things above all day. The common kind that linger where monadic beings live and fare; Practical I may not be but life it seems is full of me!"

The little bird was silent for a moment. She thought and she thought. Then she looked at the individual she promised to help, and suddenly it clicked. 

With a deep breath she grabbed the hand of her new riddle companion and walked past the troll. "A riddle thank you very much," she said passing the bewildered creature.

In the distance the two could hear the tantrum the troll was throwing, and all the meanwhile the Songbird and the other smiled at each other. This other individual thanked her, and the Songbird realized this was her her first new friend. Now suddenly, they were: The Songbird and the Cat.

The next time the little bird's family grew the two companions came across a village. A festival was in preparation, but something was amiss. 

One villager was not enjoying the festive season. They were quite young but nothing brought a sparkle to his eyes. The bird and the cat decided to cheer him up. They played some games and invited him to join them at the nights festivities.

The three grew close in a short amount of time, and the little one was happy to have met them. So, the little bird did what she knew she had to do. She invited him into the little group and suddenly they were: the Songbird, the Cat, and the Wallaroo.

The third one to join the group was a stray they picked up along the way. No challenge. No quest. Just a lost little stranger with nowhere to go. There was some displeasure in the new addition, mainly from the Cat, but they got over it as they opened up to the new addition.

The four became the family the little bird always dreamed of. A family hand picked herself. It was perfect. Or so she thought. This make shift family of four was missing one more member. A member the little bird knew quite well.

After some time the four decided to settle, they kept to themselves living in a house filled with magic and games. One day a knock sounded on the door and the little bird knew in that moment their final member was home.

She opened the door and with wide arms she welcomed back the family she missed: midnight locks and amethyst eyes stood right in front of her. Thus came the end of the Songbird's song and from then on out she would only sing of the adventures her little family would go on.

The Songbird, The Cat, The Wallaroo, The Dog, and The Raven.

Long ago there were two brothers. They wrote tales unlike any other, and shared them across the lands. These stories would inspire near and far, those that seek to write their own destiny. 

They would inspire the young mind of a Raven, her wings as dark as night, but her heart as pure as the sun. She dreamed to be like the Brothers, with a twin of her own by her side. 

By day, they would go anywhere, climb the trees like they were mountains. Look down to their home below. And the little Raven would dream that one day, she could help those in her town. 

She would look on during the days at her town, seeing everyone, wanting to help them in any way she could. 

By night, the little Raven would share stories of the Brothers' creation with their twin. The stories painted pictures across the walls, the lights turning to spotlights as they focused in on the characters: a mouse and a cat, a girl with her golden ball, a princess with a carriage made from pumpkins.

It was all so beautiful to the little Raven. But there was something more, something about what the Brothers did in creating these stories. It grew inside of her, the want to help these tales come to life, rather than live one.

Over time, she would start to help those around her town. Soon though she would leave her town. With her acceptance letter in and her twin by their side, the little Raven was ready to take on the new adventure set ahead of her. 

Arriving at an Academy larger than any building she's seen, it was here she first laid eyes on her lifelong heroes. The Brothers were there, and were going to teach her everything, to do exactly what she wanted to learn.

As the years passed on, the little raven learned all she needed to learn in order to help others. She would spend her days assisting those around in the writing of their own stories, never really taking the time to think of her own. Until one day, one of the Brothers approached her.

He asked her about her story, what she planned to create. She shared with him that she hadn't a clue what she was going to write for herself. The Brother however gave her wise words. If she want to help people, why not make that her story. 

She quickly got to work creating her own story, one filled with the same carefree and childlike laughter that used to fill her home. Her and her twin, the Raven and the Songbird, spending their days together. And while they spent their time together, the little Raven would help those who needed her, and guide them towards a happily ever after.

He can fly, and he will never grow old. He will always be a boy. Neverland is Peter Pan’s home. But other characters live in Neverland, too. 

Tinkerbell’s a fairy who sprinkles Peter Pan with “fairy dust” when he wants to fly. She goes back and forth between her home  and Neverland, meeting her friends in Pixie Hollow. 

Then there’s Captain Hook- a pirate who chases after Peter. A crew mans his ship, and mermaids swim in a cove.

Of course, at the center of it all, a tree stands with the most important Neverlanders. 

The Lost Boys are Peter’s friends. He parades around like the leader he is, and the boys laugh and play all day, every day. Imagine that? A world where you don’t ever have to grow up. Just fun and games, and stories all done over and over and over again.

There's six of them: Nibs, Tootles, Curly, The Twins, and Pop. They live in the tree and sleep in their bunks and they wait everyday for Peter to play. A bit of pixie dust here and there and everyone goes flying about. 

Over Hook, over the mermaids, over the tribes, and over the people who grow up. Life in Neverland is a dream. A dream that never ends. Too much joy, too much fun. A home you could never want to leave.

But eventually little boys and little girls have to wake up. Amongst the lost boys, there's always been a curious soul searching for a way to stand out. Following a leader can get boring, as does playing the same game, and poor little Pop can only hope for something bigger.

One day an angel will come to save him. One day a bird dressed in white will set them free. 

Pop too can be a boy who never grew up, but like Peter he’ll have their own fairy to sprinkle some pixie dust. With feathers for wings, they’ll be a better friend than Peter ever was. 

Pop will get to lead their own group of Lost Boys, and guide them in a world where time never moves forward. He will always be the leader and friend Peter never was, and they’ll do rights instead of wrongs.

Neverland is not home to Lost Boys like Pop, but something more Grimm ought to be better.