It was odd how she was there. Not just because she was a girl, but why Peter's pipe had summoned a girl. She was swept off into the night, just like all of the other boys. She was dancing along the flames of the fire, wearing a mask and a long cloak. She looked like she was having fun, like she belonged there. She wasn't being ostracized by the other boys. In fact, they welcomed her like she was one of them.
Peter watched the group quietly. He originally wanted only boys. They were quicker, stronger, and more intimidating. She would have to go. But he was too curious to send her back. What made her different from all of the other girls that are sleeping right at this moment? He was determined to find out.
He walked up to the masked figure with long dark hair. She noticed him and stopped her dancing.
"Having fun?" He asked her. She smiled and took off her mask. A moment of shock passed Peter's features. But she was too hyper to notice.
"Are you the Piper?" She asked him with a smile on her face. She was slightly out of breath considering she was just dancing and her petite body was trying to keep up with all of the guys. Peter couldn't help but notice that she was quite handsome. She had pale skin, light blue eyes, and long raven black hair.
"Well I prefer to be called Peter." He half-yelled through the loud noise. She smiled a bright smile. She seemed genuinely happy.
"There's a rumor that you're taking us to a land called Neverland, is it true? Do I really get to get away from here?" She asked the light brown haired boy eagerly. He stopped to think for a moment.
"Maybe. But why do you want to get away from here anyways?" He asked, lifting his arms and glancing around the forest. As soon as he said that, her face fell. Maybe. It was only a possibility that she would leave.
"I have many reasons." She quietly said, looking at the ground.
"Like?" Peter asked the girl, not noticing her sudden doleful tone.
"Like a mother who's died. Like a father who's still grieving every single second." She snapped. Peter's attention was caught. "A father who drinks to drown his sorrow, but then is too drunk to even remember beating me and calling me filthy names." She said, her voice full of rage. She had tears pricking at her eyes. Her face softened though. She realized she was angry and needed to calm down. "A father who doesn't love you." She murmured and put a hand to her face to wipe away a tear. Peter caught her hand in his and wiped the tear away himself. He had made his decision. She would come.
She held a fire in her, however small it was. It's easier to have people hate something than have them believe in something. That's exactly what he needed in a lost boy. She was perfect. She would be his secret weapon.
"You can come." He said softly. She looked up and they smiled at each other. "You are now the one and only lost girl." He said and kissed her cheek softly. She blushed. He motioned for her to go back to dancing at the fire. She smiled brightly and tugged her mask back on, running to the boys. Peter had to gain her trust. No matter how sweet and kind he had to be.
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