"Is everyone here?" Felix asked to the gathering of boys that sat in the clearing.
"Only the sentries and Henry are back at the camp." A Lost One called out.
"Good," Felix said, the firelight darkening his blonde hair and enunciating his scarred cheek.
"Why are we here?" Another boy asked.
"Glad you asked. I've asked you here to talk a bit about Pan. Over decades and centuries the Lost Ones have served Pan on this very island. But I have been here longer than anyone else and I still don't know the extent of Pan's influence, or his powers. Some might think that is what keeps us safe. But now that he has the heart of the Truest Believer, those powers will grow. Eventually he won't need us anymore. And if we aren't needed by Pan, he'll see us as enemies. And we all know what Pan does to his enemies."
The Lost Ones shuddered at the memory of countless shadows being torn from people's bodies.
"Pan never lets us do what we want." Felix continued, "We outnumber him fifty to one. And I'm sure that Henry will side with us once he knows he'll be able to go home. And with the Truest Believer on our side, we can defeat Pan and take back Neverland!"
The Lost ones cheered but Felix put up a hand.
"We have to wait for the right oppor—" Felix was cut off as the tell-tale clang of metal-on-metal rang out from the fort.
"I think we've found our opportunity." Felix said with a deadly smile and he lead the Lost Ones back to the compound.
When they got there the Truest Believer was nowhere to be seen; Pan was furious and pacing in the middle of the compound.
"Where were you?" Pan said stalking up to the taller boy, "Don't you understand? Henry's family came for him. Maybe if some of you had been there…" He trailed of as Felix stepped forward and lowered his weapon to Pan's neck.
"Why did you let them escape?" Felix asked, "Henry's been taken before, why did you let him escape this time?"
"Choose your next words carefully," Pan said. "Just because this island doesn't have a lot of magic anymore, that doesn't mean I don't."
"Oh, we know. We also know how you love to play you little mind games. So here's my game: we're done being you servants Pan and we outnumber you. Let's see how far you make it before we catch you."
"Good luck running this island." Pan warned and disappeared into thin air.
At Felix's command, the former Lost Ones ran back into the forest searching for Pan.
He can't run forever, Felix thought. Soon enough he would tire and the Lost Ones would be waiting when he did.
"We found him!" One boy cried, running to Felix, "But it's not going well."
"Pan's magic is powerful but one simple…" Felix crept up behind Pan and swung his weapon and the slight boy crumpled to the dirt.
"Chain him," Felix barked and the Lost Ones instantly obeyed. "Take him to the Prisoner's Rock."
The former Lost Ones laded the captured Pan onto a dory and rowed out to the hollow caverns that filled the oddly shaped rock.
Pan was taken to one of the more central caverns and his hands were shackled on a short chain, to the cave wall above his head.
"He's not going to be waking anytime soon," Felix said. "Report back to me tomorrow on his condition."
The boys mumbled their assent and everyone got onto the dory and rowed back to the island.
