Journey of a Lifetime

I had been to Neverland before, with my father and uncle on a quest from the king. I had befriended Peter Pan then left in the middle of the night without so much as a goodbye. Now I'm back, to help save Emma's son Henry. In and out, that was how simple it was supposed to be. I'm Lucy Jones, daughter of Killian Jones and the girl that simple doesn't apply to.

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12. Chapter 12

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                I hated that it was dark. The damp and the cold… the feeling of being completely alone, all of those were horrible but the dark scared me the most. It’s a fear I’ve had since I was a little girl. No matter how hard I tried, I’d never gotten over it. I guess that’s why Peter made this. He’s good at exploiting weaknesses.

                Ages had passed, or at least that’s how long it had felt. In reality it had probably only been a few hours. A fire lit in front of me. The little warmth it gave made me feel colder. It barely illuminated Peter’s face, which was unreadable at the moment.

                I gave in. “Is Henry awake?”

                “I came to give you a choice. You can stay here until I get what I want from Henry. It seems the sun doesn’t rise over this part of the island anymore,” Peter said and looked up at the opening.

                Because you won’t allow it to.

                I stood up and brushed off my jeans. Here comes the other half. Compliance. “Or?”

                Peter vanished and reappeared behind me. “Or you can be good girl and play your part in the game,” He whispered in my ear. “I already know which one you’ll choose. I want to hear you say it.”

                His breath on my neck sent a shiver down my spine. Not a bad one. That rush of adrenaline you get when that someone is next to you. I wish I could make it go away.

                “Choose, Lucy.” Peter ran his hands up my arms and into my hair, leaning down to kiss my neck.

                It wasn’t a choice. It was an ultimatum. Either choose his way or stay in prison. I closed my eyes, soaking up his touch. “I already have.”

                He spun me around. “Say it.” He held my cheeks, resting his forehead against mine.

                “I’ll always choose you,” I admitted and tilted my chin up to kiss him. That statement makes me wonder when it comes to the end… would I stand by that?

                “All you have to do is play along. Don’t interfere again.” Peter used his magic to take us both back to the camp.

                The scene was the usual. The boys were having a rope climbing competition. They all stopped when Henry shouted. Devin was always causing trouble. He had his spear, antagonizing Henry. When he swung, Henry blocked with his stick, barely.

                “Not bad,” Peter cut in. He left me, going over to Henry. “But wouldn’t it be more fun if you had a real sword.”

                Another test of Henry’s powers.

                “I’ve… never used a real sword,” Henry said.

                “This is Neverland. And you have the heart of the truest believer. You can use whatever you want. You just need to believe, Henry.” Peter put his hand on Henry’s shoulder and lifted his arm with the stick.

                I stood up straighter. I’ve seen plenty of magic but I don’t have it. Neither does Henry as far as I know. This would be interesting.

                Whatever Peter whispered to Henry worked. Henry shut his eyes and the stick turned into a sword. Everyone was impressed with that.

                “What are you waiting for? Go on,” Peter said.

                Devin had a hard time blocking the blows of Henry’s sword. Maybe this will knock him down a few pegs. He could be a little asshole if he wanted to be.

                Peter continued to shout for Henry to keep going and Henry kept swinging. From the looks of it, Devin didn’t want to play this game anymore. Henry’s next swing broke Devin’s spear.

                Game over.

                But Henry swung again, breaking the spear again, and again, slicing Devin’s cheek. The boys cheered, entertained by the duel and its conclusion. Henry dropped the sword, surprised by his own actions.

                “I’m sorry. It was an accident,” He said.

                “Henry, don’t you know the best thing about being a lost boy? We never apologize,” Peter picked up the sword and gave it back to him. “Lucy will take care of him.”

                I took that as an order. Devin followed me away from the cheering lost boys and to the treehouse. He sat on the chest at the end of the makeshift bed. I examined the cut and decided that a few stitches wouldn’t hurt.

                “He’ll never let you leave, you know that right?” Devin asked. He sucked in a breath when I pressed the wet cloth to his wound.

                “I don’t see how that’s any concern of yours,” I answered, cleaning the stitching needle.

                “Pan’s made it our business. We’re all on orders to keep an eye on you. There’s a reward for the one who catches you trying to escape.” Devin tried to smile but failed. He winced with every stitch. There were only six of them.

                What Peter had in mind probably wasn’t what they were thinking. Let them have their fantasy. I knew escape would only happen when Father and Emma came for Henry and me.

                “Then you boys will be very bored,” I said and smiled.

                “Just… be careful. Some of them are getting bolder. And with the way Pan is treating you, I don’t know if they’d try anything,” Devin said.

                “All fixed. Run along,” I replied, not commenting. I’d heard they’re vulgar comments about me. I didn’t see any immediate threat. Peter still had his focus on me.

                “We missed you, well, I did,” Devin said before disappearing out the door.

                When he wasn’t being a little brat, Devin was a good guy. The lost boys had become a second family to me. Back when I decided to stay here, they’d accepted me and we became close. Devin and I were like siblings most of the time. If I gave him a choice, would he pick Neverland or to come with me? One day soon I suppose I’ll get an answer to that question. I hoped for him to make the right decision. Neverland was dying and the lost boys would go with it.

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