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<p>There were two things right now that Wendy was absolutely certain about, no questions asked. One was that she was unsure of how to feel about Rumplestiltskin, who was supposed to be the Dark One, even though he was Baelfire’s father. The other one was that she wanted to at least try to be kind to him, for Bae’s sake. The Rumplestiltskin in the original tale was a short little man that turned straw into gold for a miller’s daughter, asking for her child when she had nothing else to give. Wendy silently added that to the pile of things she was uncertain about, he definitely wasn’t a funny looking man that was short as well–but maybe he had helped out a miller’s daughter. Would he tell her if she asked? They weren’t exactly friends, though a part of her wanted them to be. But a small voice told her that maybe he wouldn’t appreciate her digging around in his past. Despite her hesitation, she found herself standing in front of the pawn shop that he owned. What kind of forgotten treasures lay in there, remnants of the past? She almost wanted to imagine something of hers was among the different objects, but she wasn’t from the Enchanted Forest. Oh, well.</p>

<p>In the pile of uncertainty lay the question of whether he would be polite to her or not. After all, he didn’t treat her very kindly when Pan’s lies fell from her lips, a defense against the potential harm he could have caused her brothers. That was all in the past, she told herself. He might even be grateful to her for trying to rescue Baelfire, that time when he was a part of her family and she took care of him. Wendy resisted the urge to bite her nails or twirl a strand of her hair, unladylike habits her mother would scold her for if Mrs. Darling still lived. Pan was an enemy of the both of them, so at least they had something in common. He was just a man, a very powerful one, but he shouldn’t have anything against her so she had nothing to fear. So why was she hesitating? The little bird had never been known for being shy or fearful, but her time on the island changed her. Mr. Darling would have a few choice words if he found himself in a situation, but Wendy kept them to herself.</p>

<p>Taking a deep breath to gather her courage, as she often found herself doing these days, she made her way inside the shop of wonders. Well, that’s what she decided to name it. Mr. Gold Pawnbroker & Antiquities Dealer was a mouthful, and the shop did indeed seem to have all kinds of objects inside. The childish urge to touch everything tugged at her, but she clasped her hands behind her back. It wouldn’t do any good to walk around here like she was sneaking around, so she decided to take it upon herself to see if anyone was here. The sign outside indicated that it was open, so perhaps he was in some back room of the sort. “Mr. Gold?” Or did he prefer to be called Rumplestiltskin? If it came to it, he would probably tell him herself.</p>



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Jun 4 2017, 07:34 PM
When she was in Neverland, she liked to pretend that she was a bird. It wasn’t hard to imagine it–lots of little boys called her a Wendybird. Hanging up in the cage, wings broken. Feathers plucked, knowledge that she would never see her family again. The feeling of hatred. Wendy shook her head as she trudged further into the forest, noting how much more welcoming the trees seemed compared to the island's. This place was controlled by no one, only nature. Taking a deep breath, she felt truly free. No one was chasing her, she could walk where she pleased. She wasn't a part of any games, lies and deceit could not touch her here. Wild laughter would not get stuck in her head, though every so often she found herself pausing thinking she'd heard it. It was all she could do to not break into a run, heartbeat loud in her ears. Wendy often dreamed of being forced to go back, rough hands shoving her into that cursed cage. Even though it was a recurring nightmare, one that made her wake up crying, she knew and believed that Neverland had disappeared along with whatever became of Pan. The boy king.

Despite her brothers' best efforts, she had managed to get her hands on the complete disaster that was the Disney film. It was odd seeing herself with shorter hair wearing a blue nightgown, but the depiction of Pan horrified her. Tinkerbell was all wrong, and the Tiger Lily she remembered meeting was a little girl. Hook was almost silly, and she had let out a laugh. By the time it was over, the tears wouldn't stop until John and Michael came home to comfort her. Who did Walt Disney think he was? But she just had to watch it--the few friends she made at school insisted she did. Everyone called her a little darling, finding it adorable that she shared the name with the character. That day had been the hardest, as she found herself wishing she could have traded places with the little girl in the movie. If only she had been a mother figure instead of a captive.

Hearing a twig snap, Wendy was startled out of her thoughts as she began to flee. No, she thought. I won't go back. She thought of little else but escaping, believing that a sinister laugh reached her ears after the twig broke. It was a Lost Boy, loyal to Pan. He had her brothers again, she was to be the way to secure John and Michael's loyalty again. Caught up in fear, she couldn't stop herself from running straight into another person. Letting out a startled noise, she immediately moved back--ready to run once more. But then she paused, realizing that this was no lost boy. "T..tiger Lily?"

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Jun 4 2017, 07:07 PM
Wendy hovered nervously in front of the door to Granny's diner, wondering if her hair looked alright. After so many years of it being tangled and unwashed, she was a little obsessed with it looking tidy. She had many ribbons now, bright pretty colors that made her feel like a princess. When she felt anxious, or like everyone was staring at her, she imagined they were staring because she was a beautiful princess. It helped to calm her nerves, at least. Pretending that she used to be a captive princess instead of a bird did wonders for awhile. During that time, she had almost forgotten. But only during the day, nighttime gave way to nightmares where she woke up with her heart beating loudly. Nearly every time she closed her eyes, she could feel herself bumping against the cage when she tried to sleep as if she were still on the island. The cries of children never stopped, she ached to scoop them up and comfort them. Since then, she had learned to accept that there was nothing she could do. Neverland was over and done with, never again would boys be whisked away with promises of no rules and no grownups. The fact that she was growing taller made her triumphant, she spent every moment living defiantly.

She wore skirts now, even jeans that would probably horrify her mother. Wendy took a deep breath, moving forward to push the door to Granny's open and step inside. Even now, she felt like an outsider. The young girl felt like she didn't belong back in London after so much had changed, nor did she feel like she belonged among people from fairy tales. However, apparently there were people from other worlds in the town as well. The portal that brought her here was one of many, all over the place. For now, all she cared about was hoping that one would pull her brothers here as well--and that she had a chance of seeing Baelfire again. As she surveyed the diner, she noticed that it had a fair amount of people inside. Gulping slightly, she began looking for a place to sit. A chair at a table was unoccupied, though the other chair certainly wasn't. Surely he wouldn't mind company? She could even offer to tell him a story.

Steeling her nerves, she moved over there--making sure to stand straight. Even a century or so later, she had managed to keep the habits of a little lady. Wendy wondered if Mrs. Darling would be proud of her. It took some courage to not think about how upset her mother was when she never returned with Baelfire, how heartbroken she might have been along with her father. Drawing in a deep breath, Wendy met the eyes of the young man at the table. "Hello...may I sit across from you? I won't cause any trouble, I promise. I could even tell you a story." Eyes widening, Wendy dipped into a sort of clumsy curtsy. "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Wendy Darling." Pretend that you're normal, she told herself.

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<h3>15 . Wendy Darling . Peter Pan . Freya Tingley . Land Without Magic</h3>
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<h2>Personality</h2>
<p>Wendy is still sweet, gentle, and caring to her friends, but being in a cage for a long time has taken its toll on her heart. To strangers, she puts up a wall and would more likely run away than let them touch her. She fears being put in a cage again. Wendybird claims that the only person she hates is Pan, hating his games and schemes. She has a soft spot for children, feeling a need to take care of them like she took care of her brothers. Only children and friends can bring her walls down. Her dreams are to be a mother someday with a baby in her arms, and to take her stories everywhere. She's naturally a free spirit, wanting to learn how to fly so that no one can follow her when she wants to escape.</p>

<p>During her time away from Neverland, Wendy grew more mature and calm, forgetting about all that had happened to her. After returning to Storybrooke her old wounds hurt once more and she quickly fell back into the cage of her mind. But Wendy began to fight more because of that, determined to show the world that she had become a Wendybird--far from the pale little girl that was wasting away on a false paradise. She holds her head up high and tries to forget about nightmares running in her head, her sick spirit. A part of her is still very much naive, the walls she puts up are often weak and can be brought down with the right words spoken in a gentle voice. Wendy fears losing her new freedom and strength, while being afraid of not belonging anywhere.</p>

<p>Wendy’s favorite pastime is telling people stories, particularly children. While telling a tale of adventure, her voice becomes breathless and she moves around. If she is telling a solemn story, she sits still and becomes serious. One of romance puts a sparkle in her eyes, she leans forward and draws people in. No matter what her current state is, she always makes sure to have a happy ending. She loves pretty dresses, pretending that she's a princess or a queen. The three most important people in the whole wide world to her are her brothers John and Michael, Baelfire as well.</p>

<h2>Powers/Abilities</h2>
Wendy possesses no magical powers, as she’s quite an ordinary human girl. Her abilities solely lie in her talent for telling great stories, her imagination running free--and her kindness. She can weave pictures in people’s head with her words, drawing anyone in. Wendy has a great capacity to love and is very caring.
<h2>History</h2>
<p>Wendy Moira Angela Darling was born as the eldest child of the Darling family, a joy to her parents. A few years later, her mother gave birth to her younger brother John, then their baby brother Michael. She loved them very much, acting as mother when their real one wasn't there. She always told them stories, caring for them. When she was thirteen years old, a new addition to the family came. a boy named Baelfire, or Bae. He entered the Darling household, stealing bread. The gentle Wendy let him stay so he wouldn't starve or live out on the streets, hoping to keep it a secret from her parents. The brains of mother and father were underestimated, but instead of sending Bae away they adopted him into their family. Wendy was overjoyed, having started to love him as a brother. He soon found out their secret: a shadow came to the house every night, performing tricks. The horrified Baelfire warned them off, making them promise to never let the Shadow in again. Wendy's obedience did not last long, though. Her innocence and curious nature led her to take the Shadow's hand and the young girl was spirited away to Neverland. Didn't Bae understand? It was all she wanted. She returned sober, any illusions of magic shattered. The cries of children fill her ears, never ending.</p>

<p>The Shadow wanted boys, and would return to collect one of Wendy's brothers. The children of the Darling house prepared to fight. and fight they did, with Bae sacrificing himself so the creature would not touch his new family. He was flown away just like Wendy was, but there was no coming back this time. Wendy refused to believe that he was gone, even though her parents insisted that he was. "You can't bring him back, darling. He's gone." Defiant, Wendy vowed to return to the island. With the two words "I believe," Wendy was spirited away once more to rescue her best friend. Her reward was being put in a cage by none other than Peter Pan himself. Wendy felt like she wasn't just caged on the outside, but the inside as well. Peter's face was no longer welcome, and her hair became unruly and unwashed. Little Wendy became meek as a mouse, but his face was the only one she saw with his mocking eyes that held a devilish glint. Pan loved to play, and the hope that she was free was broken when he wanted her to take part in a game. She played the part like a pretty little actress, lying to her best friend's son. "Pan is already doing everything he can." Then it was back to the cage.</p>

<p>Soon she found herself wrapped in a blanket, cared for like she hadn't been in so long. However, even then she wasn't willing to trust those who freed her even with Bae around, trying to lie to them before her deception was caught by the Dark One. Guilt filled her for only a moment, though she managed to say that he didn't understand, Pan was keeping her brothers alive only if they did what he said. Though physically younger, she had to protect her little brothers. anything she had done was for the best of reasons. Then Pan was trapped in Pandora's box and Henry was safe, it was time to go home. The little bird was reunited with John and Michael and everything would be alright. Sure they were broken and tainted but they were together again. London had changed and so had they, but Wendy was happy to go home. Once they were away from Storybrooke, her brothers took Wendy to a pet adoption center where the siblings got a new Nana.</p>

<p>Time passed and Wendy grew more, all the while washing away her memories. Her hair grew longer and she grew taller as if she had never been there. She learned and wrote more, stories overflowing her mind like a potion from a cauldron. But she always wrote about a paradise that was revealed to be hell, ruled by a boy king. A caged bird, the savior and her friends who freed her. a boy she took in when he was starving, then someone who looked just like him with the eyes of another. When she once again returned to Storybrooke by way of stumbling into a portal, she was shocked. Why was she back? What was going on? Wendy had the feeling that this is no place for a little girl, so she began to tread carefully.</p>

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