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"Minna wake up," I heard a sweet voice say, "we're about to set sail, but we need you to stay here, in on the island, just off of Neverland."

"Aye mother," my voice laced in great melancholy, "but why must I stay here? I wanna see the Enchanted Forest I want to learn this sorcery from the Enchanted Forest."

Papa came in and put his business gloves on. It must have been an important meeting for me to not be able to come with them, "come now Milah. She wants to see her half-brother. He's 16 and capable of watching her for a few days."

"We are going for business, so Minna, I need you to go to the cabin and do not leave the island for any reason. There should be enough food and a few weapons to last you a few months."

Something seemed off but then again Mama was always acting weird, ever since I reminded her my fifteenth birthday was coming up in a few months.

I packed my bags and wore enchanted boots so I could enter and leave the untouched island, that was under Neverland domain. I hugged both my parents and stepped onto the island. It was a three and a half hour walk to the cabin. I settled in until I heard the crying of children who wanted their parents.

.bang. The door knocked, "Minna it's Mama," the panic in her voice frightened me, I arrived only an hour ago, they should have left by now. "Oh god he's coming, please let me in before he kills me," I swung the door open in order to help Mama, only to see a muscular and tall teenager. His dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes would fluster any normal girl, but I knew better. His tattered clothes and panflute were a giveaway. It was Peter Pan, the Pied Piper.

"Oh dear, you should have listened to your dear mummy. Now she's as good as dead," he smirked like a villainous pirate, like Blackbeard. I grabbed a dagger laced with poison and through it at him. The weapon turned to dust and I was thrown against the wall, "nice try but you're mother made a little deal with me."

Pan kissed my cheek and then slapped me, a sadistic grin gracing his lips, "we're going to a sea port not too far from the Enchanted forest. I need you to go grab a portal bean so I can take us there or your pa is next." I was terrified of what he was going to do with Papa. I obeyed and grabbed the bean. Peter Pan grabbed as many valuable items as he could, probably to sell after portal jumping. He grabbed me and jumped. I heard voices above us.

"Hello Milah," I heard a voice above me, "how's it going being a pirate's whore?" I knew where we were, the Jolly Roger. I looked around to see we were in the holder's cell, "but what's this? A stow away no older than fourteen and from Neverland."

The next thing I noticed was I was being held by the scruff of my shirt, in front of Papa, who looked scared.

"Mama," I cried out, "Papa help me." Mama turned her head to fight back tears while Papa tried to save me. The Dark One cut off his hand.

"Rumplestiltskin what would your son say," his gripped tightened around the scruff of my shirt.

"The same thing when he finds out your wife traded her for portal beans to Pan," his voice filled with boyish glee.

"What?" I shrieked, "Mama I thought you loved me?"

"Minna," she cried, "I'm sorry sweetie. You were cursed with a mother who was just to selfi-" Rumpelstiltskin ripped out her heart and crushed it to dust.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" I screamed, "MAMA MAMA WAKE UP. YOU'RE A TERRIBLE PERSON. YOU KNOW SHE HAD ANOTHER CHILD NAMED BAE." I was distraught.

"Thanks a ton Rumple," I heard Pan, "now she'll be a hot mess when we get to the forest." Pan dragged me off the boat and flew away, "and Hook, happy finding."

For a month we traveled around the forest, hearing of the Evil Queen's plans of releasing a terrible curse among anyone here. Every day we walked and made camp. I would cry myself to sleep, always seeing my mom's death before closing them. Peter would always yell at me to shut up and would put his arm around me to sleep. After another month of traveling, we made it to a small village and stayed the night at a tavern that had rooms available.

I sat in the room just looking out the window, staring into the forest, remembering what happened to my mother. Pan must have had enough because he dragged me to a table and brought over two large cups of ale, "take it from me, pet, the best way to forget is to drink until you can't remember why you are sad."

He was showing a glimpse of humanity. He smiled and downed drinks from noon until midnight and went up. The next morning I woke up naked and sore between the legs, in the bed with Peter, "Not bad for a virgin. Just don't forget who you belong to now that we sealed the deal." He got up and dressed in his brown shirt, belt, and black pants. He threw my dress at me and told me to get dressed. I nodded and shook. Happy birthday to me

Three Months Later

I couldn't tell him. If he knew he would have gotten angry and tell me it was my fault and then I'd lose it. But he did find out I was with child at the sweet age of 15 and he wasn't too happy.

"It's all your fault," he started, "If you had of not used your siren calls then we wouldn't be in this huge mess. Now we'll have to drop it off at an orphanage when you have the stupid babe. If the future said it was a boy, then maybe but a girl is in the future."

"Please don't take it from me," I cried, "if she is truly a girl then any orphanage will have her prostitute herself if she is 16 and still there." He looked at me and slapped me across the face.

"A child does not belong with a whore. You see that's what you are since your parents traded you to me."

We walked in silence for days. Neither of us said so much as ten words to each other for almost 2 months. He soon took me to a doctor who said I was indeed having a girl and I was five months along. He said that with the fact I had portal jumped most of my life was going to cause the child to develop quicker than other babies.

My water broke and Peter had left me in a town for an hour. I quickly crowned and pushed the child out by the time he got back. He looked at the child and said he was getting a drink.

"Ma'am what would you like to name her," the doctor smiled. The midwife whispered into his ear about Pan's plan for the kid, "Ma'am you do know you can keep her you two don't have to let age get between raising a kid." I held her and decided.

"Melody is her name."