"Where am I?" Marinette groaned. "It's a mother!" A boy chirped. "Huh?" Marinette asked, getting boys scrambling over her and standing up at attention. She was confused, until she saw who they were looking at. A handsome youth, who didn't look much older than 17, with golden blonde hair and mischievous green eyes. "I thought you'd never wake up." He said. "And who are you?" Marinette asked. "My name is Adrien. Adrien Pan. You are probably more familiar with my grandfather, Peter Pan." "How old are you?" "I don't know. 117 perhaps. Maybe older. And you?" "16 and a half. Why did you bring me to Neverland in the 1st place?" "I listened to your stories. Plagg said the one who tells the stories is meant to come to Neverland." "You're trusting a FAIRY?" "He's very trust worthy. Come, I'll show you around Neverland, where you'll grow up very slowly. And NEVER die."