Once upon a time there was a boy who never grew up. He was proud and reckless, won every battle and was the hero of every story. No daughter could resist the lure of such adventures and so they followed him, soaring through the skies of magical world and seeing incredible things. But one day they would remember the families they left behind and one day they would have to grow up. And so the boy would be alone again until the next time. But everyone who came would leave him, for they had to grow up and he never could. And he was still filled with his own greatness, and still daring and still reckless, ancient and forever and burning at the centre of time, and his companions came and went and he never aged. And he was wonderful.
Every child grows up. Except one.