Everyone knows only one version of my story. But besides that—there’s the truth. And it’s about how I turned from the very first and beloved lost boy, Peter Pan, into his greatest enemy...
Peter brought me to the island because there were no rules and no adults who could take care of us. For fun, he would bring boys from the Other Place, but Peter’s games were sharper than a pirate’s cutlass. Because on the island there were never any games or fun. Our neighbors were pirates and monsters. Our toys—a knife, a stick, and a stone—maimed and killed.
Peter promised that we would always be young and happy. He lied.