The Panpipe

by Aria Breuer

Eretria didn't want to relive her childhood. In fact, she hadn't planned on doing so until the boy called Peter Pan kidnapped her, taking her to Neverland in search of a mysterious panpipe, thought to be lost for centuries. But is this everything Eretria's been hoping for? Or is there more to the story? Sequel to 'The Crystals of Ilum'.

1. Prologue: Unconscious

Disclaimers: I do not own "The Shannara Chronicles", The Shannara Series, and Peter Pan. They belong to Terry Brooks, MTV, Spike, and J.M. Barrie. All canon material belongs to their respected owners. All original material belongs to me, the authoress of this fanfiction story.

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Welcome to the fifth part in the first phase of my Epic Struggles series. :)

This story will focus on Eretria and Peter Pan, as it is their story that's about to be told. Also, the panpipe that appeared in the Origin Series is will return in this story.

Without further ado, I present The Panpipe.

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Darkness.

That was what Eretria saw. Darkness. Clouded darkness. An unending darkness that didn't leave.

It didn't make sense. None of it did. She was lucky to be alive. She shouldn't be here. And yet, she was.

But how could that be? Last she recalled, she was in the jungle. A hot, sticky jungle with lots of water and Spring. Oh, she missed the Spring and Summer breezes. Was that where she had been? She could hardly tell anymore.

Now, now she was just a lost girl, lost in the woods.

Her attitude towards life changed dramatically, only to be changed again by that boy. The one who taught her that anything was possible, as long as she believed. That was important.

She couldn't remember anything else. Just the darkness and impending doom.

She could feel her spirit returning to her body. She could hear distant voices in the background, calling out to her. They drew closer, as did a strange fountain. Where was she? Where had she landed? Was there no escape? She had to move but found she couldn't. It was difficult all around.

The sensation that she wasn't alone struck her. There was a familiar voice calling out to her, reaching for her. Was it Allanon? Was it Wil Ohmsford? The last time she met Wil, they were with the elven princess Amberle, trying to restore the Ellcrys, the tree keeping the demons locked in the Forbidding.

That was her last mission.

Now she hadn't a clue where she was. Only that she was here, about ready to meet her maker.

She just hoped that one day she could see Wil again. That was what mattered.

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Thanks for reading. :)