EDIT: Guys, these first, like, twelve chapters are all really old. Please don't judge. It gets better later.
AN: I have found it! The perfect story, abandoned without hope! I will revive it, maybe edit. Definitely edit.
This starts right at the end of book seven, except Mirror isn't the Master, and the Scarlet Hand has kind of disappeared. Don't worry, they'll come back, I just need the intro to build up. Believe me; Sabrina is going to kick some sorry Scarlet Hand BUTT when this gets going.
chapter 1: newcomers
All was quiet around the camp. Sabrina sat at her post, high on the water tower she had fallen off of a month ago, and observed the darkness on every side, listening for anything out of sync with the night around her.
The night air was cool against her skin, and she could hear the faint rustle of the night animals in the forest below. A few faint birdcalls trilled through the air.
The stars above her twinkled brightly, in the way you could only see in the middle of nowhere. A few clouds smudged the dark midnight blue of the heavens with the evergreen of the forest on the horizon.
Sabrina sat, watching the smudges slowly fade from a deep gray blue to the purple pink of morning, when she saw the dark smudge that darted across her vision. She tensed, and she could feel Puck stiffen beside her.
"Where?" The barely audible sound blended in with the other night sounds of the woods.
Sabrina pointed, and Puck launched himself off the tower and into the sky, straight for the shadow. As he flew, Sabrina vaulted over the edge of the structure, grabbing onto the rope that was attached to the side to propel herself safely to the ground.
Her feet hit the soil; she barely stopped before she bolted toward the deep shadow where Puck had disappeared.
Scuffling noises broke the silence. Out of the shadows came a figure. A girl? Sabrina didn't take the time to care before she tackled the stranger.
Both girls went crashing to the ground, and in the time it took to look up at her attacker, the stranger flipped Sabrina hard on her back and sat on her. The unknown girl was slim and wiry, but Sabrina had felt the strength that lingered under the surface. Her sleek black hair shimmered in the moonlight, and her yellow eyes shone with fire. The dress slung across her shoulders was a deep blood red, dark as freshly poured wine.
Sabrina struggled, turning her head enough to see what was going on with Puck. He rolled out of the shadows, ready to fight, but was stopped by a figure in the air above him.
Sabrina's breath caught in her throat. Was it really him? It couldn't be.
Could it?
The figure in the sky swooped and dived, coming to a stop in the air right beside the strange colored girl. His appearance destroyed all doubt in an instant.
Puck growled. "What are you doing here, Pan? Shouldn't you be in Neverland?"
There was no mistaking it. The green shirt and tights were enough, not to mention the shock of red hair, the dagger, and the hat. Peter ignored him, instead taking the girl by the hand and gently pulling her off Sabrina.
"Hey!" a shout rang out from somewhere behind them; someone had heard the scuffle.
Robin Hood ran up, and in an instant had nocked his bow with an arrow. "Puck, Sabrina, get behind me. We don't know if they mean us harm or not."
Sabrina scrambled to her feet, pulling Puck behind her. Thankfully, his glare was still aimed at Pan. When the two of them were behind him, Robin straightened, pointing the arrow towards Peter's chest.
"Who are you? Identify yourselves or be killed!" the silver tip of the arrow gleamed in the moonlight.
"Why, I'm Peter Pan, of course," he said, aiming a wink at Sabrina. Her glower barely hid the blush that spread across her face.
"And the girl? Who is she?"
The girl spoke. "I have many names. I am the sun and the moon; the wind in the trees, the water in the stream. I am everything and I am nothing. I am an Everafter who's story may never be told. You may call me Tinkerbell."
Puck's glare turned icy, never taking his eyes off of the two newcomers. Sabrina could hear a feral growl start at the back of his throat.
Robin frowned, but lowered his bow. "Well, then. If you don't mean any harm, then follow me."
He turned in the direction of the cabins, and Peter and Tinkerbell followed suit; Puck and Sabrina trailed a little behind. They walked into the main grounds, where the troops trained in the daytime, and turned to the small cabin in the corner: Charming's headquarters.
Robin stopped at the door, pausing for a second before barging in.
"What the devil is going on here? Can't a man plan some battle strategies anymore?" Charming was standing over a table covered in maps and sheets of paper, a drafting compass in one hand.
"William, we have… uh, visitors." Robin gestured towards Peter and Tinkerbell. Charming blanched, but quickly covered it by shuffling the papers and coughing.
"Oh, well, yes then." He looked up expectantly at Peter. "Well, what is it that you want?"
"We need help. The Scarlet Hand has stolen something precious to Neverland, and we desperately need it back."
"What is it that's they've stolen?"
"Wendy."