I probably should have put this in the summary, but I ran out of room (nervous giggle). So here are two truths about this particular fic. 1. It's by Little Bird, of you didn't get the "LB" I put at the end of the summary. 2. The reader here is mostly a wimp, because I am a wimp and I'm writing my own fantasy to share. I'm not saying every reader is quite like me, but I am saying every reader is not as confident as their story selves. I'm gettin' kinda tired of reading the "confidence fics" so I broke the rule and decided to do my own thing. Have fun! Stay beautiful!
It was nighttime at the orphanage. You wept bitterly on your hard bed, shuddering as you again reviewed the events of your day. Yet again had you been bullied by the other kids in the place. At sixteen, you were still mistreated by both those older and younger than you. The matron had beaten you for the millionth time to punish you for a crime you never committed. A fourteen year old boy had left you bruised and stiff, not for the first time.
Your life was horrible.
And so it was that you were lonely, and the only thing you were certain of was Peter Pan, from your very favorite story book. He visited you sometimes in the night, in your dreams. You danced around the fire with the Lost Boys, who never switched you. They didn't mind your meekness or your shyness or your overall, all around awkwardness. When you tripped, they helped you up with a friendly smile.
Sadly, those nights never lasted long, or at least never enough to sustain you. No, after what seemed like five minutes, you were woken again to start a new day with the same routine of pain and lonesomeness.
But it stopped when the Shadow came for you. It dragged you off with stormy fingers, but you never had any sort of inclination that it was Peter Pan's doing. You were frightened, most definitely, but you didn't make one sound. You had decided that there was no possible way that any place where it was taking you could be worse than the orphanage.
When it dropped you finally on an island, you were at the least, very surprised. It was beautiful here. Fog blanketed the lush growth of a forest just a wee bit farther inland. It looked so inviting. You began to take slow steps toward as it beckoned. When you finally entered through the trees, you were extremely surprised to be caught up in someone's arms, and then bound and gagged. A hand waved something under your nose; you stupidly breathed it in. You collapsed and the last thing you caught a glimpse of was the Peter Pan from your dreams.
Your eyelids fluttered open to see two young boys, who looked to be about seven or eight. They had grimy hands clasping on to the wooden bars of something. Your head hurt too much to think of what it was called. Oh, a cage! That was it!
Wait, a cage?! The trouble you go yourself into... The probability of it all was nigh on impossible. But that was it.
Even though it made your headache worse, you thought about your current situation. After a total of two seconds, in which you sat up from your fetal position, you had deduced that you had been captured by a Lost Boy, under the orders of that smirking Peter Pan.
Who was now walking towards your prison. You felt dread (and oddly enough, a dark attraction) pool into your stomach, where it stirred around the contents until you felt like you were going to vomit.
Pan shooed away the two boys with gentle, and yet rough, pats on their backs. "Hello y/n!" he said brightly, smiling brightly. "Happy to see that you've come to visit."
Feeling, for whatever reason, much more courage than you had ever possessed before, you spoke up immediately to him. "Umm..." You began shyly, quietly. "Uh, how do you know my name? W-why am I in a cage? And where and why was I brought here?"
Your confidence faltered from the start, and as you continued to speak your voice lost its volume. Pan just licked his lips and smiled. Running a hand through his hair (which gave you an extremely strong urge to reach out through the wooden bars and do the same), he chuckled a bit as well.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. You're just so full of questions. And very nervous. Why are you so nervous?"
In another burst of bravery, you immediately snapped back. "Answer my questions first." With what seemed to be his trademark, he smirked. "Ooh, yes very nervous. And touchy. But because I am so benevolent, I will answer your obvious questions.
"1. I know your name because I have visited you countless times in your dream, after you responded to my pipes. Consider yourself special; you're the only girl that's ever done that. 2. You're in a cage because the Boys and I don't want you to escape. More on that later. 3. You're in Neverland, if you weren't so clever as to come to that conclusion. And you're here because I called you, and so the Shadow brought you. Good enough for you?"
You looked down as he held your gaze, and finally realized you were only wearing your too small, gauzy nightgown. Much too skimpy for a girl in the woods in a fairy tale land with many, many, many boys. Especially not when your (and probably their) hormones were raging. You just couldn't stop thinking about Pan's hair.
You made a move to cover your chest a little more, drawing your arms and knees up to hide. He noticed, of course, giving a small laugh. "Conservative, are we?" Now feeling snappy, you bit back immediately, "Do you even realize my current situation?"
With another laugh, he just walked back to the center of camp.
You hoped (and hoped against it) that he would never come back.