I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?
I scrambled away from the voice. I didn't know why, but I knew I wouldn't want to meet it's owner. "There's no need to be afraid of me, my darling little flower." The voice whispered. It was harsh but soothing.
I looked up to see a teen no older than 18 walking towards me slowly. Henry shivered and cowered away. He had blue green eyes and brown hair, he was actually kind of attractive. "Peter Pan." I whispered, not knowing how I knew his name. "That's right, love." He said, well more like scowled. "I'm Peter Pan. It's been many years, have you missed me?"
"Sorry, I don't recall." I said, raising an eyebrow. "Get out Henry, I need to have a private talk with Olivia." Pan said, hushing the boy out.
He didn't want to but scurried away anyway. "So much for a friend," I muttered underneath my breath. Feeling agitated. I leaned on the wall and crossed my arms, with my eyebrow still raised. Pan imitated me leaning opposite me. As he flicked up a eyebrow my heart fluttered slightly.
"How old are you now?" He asked dropping his arms and coming over to me. "Sixteen, but what you going to do to Henry? I mean, what is going to happen to him? And why did you want Greg and Tamara to take me here too?" I replied, but seeing there was so many questions on my mind that I simply bon-barded Pan with them. "You look older than 16. But I guess, if you hadn't came here with your father you would've been more than 30 now." He sighed, still edging closer to me.
"Like the hell I was supposed to believe that." I murmured. We were now so close that I could feel Pan's breath on my cheek. Suddenly, he backed away and said, "But this is Neverland, Olivia. All you have to do is to believe to make everything possible." Then he walked away, leaving me breathless.
.o0o.
"What did Pan want with you?" Henry asked later while I came to sit down next to him on the log. "He didn't want anything," I sighed. "But he told me I've been here before. I mean, Neverland."
We were silent for a few moments, watching the fire cackle and the Lost Boys dancing around it wildly. "Cat got your tongue?" A voice spoke in my ear softly. I jumped to see Peter Pan sitting next to me.
"You're awfully silent. Do you really know nothing about your past, Olivia?" He asked, totally ignoring the gaping Henry. I shook my head in response.
"How about I tell you, or even better show you?" He asked, his mouth splitting into a wide smirk. I stood up. "Ah ah ah." He said, suddenly materializing before me and blocking my way. "I can do those things. With a price. Dance with me Olivia." He bowed and held out his hand. "Just one dance." I sighed and took his hand.
The Lost Boys all cat called as they saw me and Pan holding hands. "Dance! Dance!" They chanted. Pan flickered an eyebrow and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes and let my feet do the rest.
"See, wasn't so bad was it?" Pan asked me as we finished. "Now, for your end of the deal Pan." I said, completely ignoring that random statement of his. "You can call me Peter." he drawled. I rolled my eyes. "I prefer Pan."
He shrugged and walked away. I followed him.
.o0o.
The trip didn't take very long. Well, Peter had teleported us the moment we were out of earshot of the camp.
"Where are we?" I asked, looking around the place. It was beautiful. The whole place was filled with plants and in the corner was a small treehouse and a little pavilion too. Many butterflies and random little specks of light streamed in and out of the bushes. "Somewhere only we know." Pan answered. I hadn't been noticing that Pan was dangerously near me. Neither when he wrapped around my waist with steel like hands. By the moment I had noticed it was too late.
He put his chin on my elbow. I struggled but it was clearly no use. He was strong. "Stop it." He groaned. I stopped to look at my surroundings.
It was strange. I knew this place. I just know. Suddenly, the answer came. "This is the place where I keep dreaming about." I muttered.
"I know," Pan muttered harshly. "And this is the place where it all started." He let go of me but appeared in front of me in an instant. Before I could stop him, he kissed my forehead. Visions came rushing into my brain: a dragon, black mist, Felix and me hugging, me and Pan talking to each other... Feeling too tired, I staggered forward into Pan's arms and everything went black.
"Olivia?" A voice whispered. I looked up to find, once again, to be woken by Henry.
"Your awake. Gods I was wondering what Pan did to you!" He breathed. I was about to sit up but got pinned down again by Henry's hug. I chuckled as I patted his back. "Nice to see you too, buddy." I laughed as he let go of me and helped me up. The moment I stood up I noticed that someone had changed my clothes.
When I first came here I was wearing jeans and t-shirts, now I was wearing a roman styled tunic and my hair falling from my elbows. I looked up to the ceiling and groaned. I simply hated dresses.
I looked down again and snapped my fingers. Black mist drifted around me, and when it disappeared I was wearing something entirely different. A black camo jacket, black jeans and boots with (ugh, what happened there?) heels.
Henry was gaping at me.
"I found my memories. And I remember how to use magic," I answered his look. "And I use them for good."
He seemed to settle down a bit and walked away. I sighed and waved my hand. A bow and quiver appeared in my hands. I decided to go and find Pan because I clearly wanted to slap him across his know-it-all face.
"Felix, where's Pan?" I asked, coming out.
Many lost boys gaped at me. "He's um, where you went before, you know..." Felix trailed off but I know where he was talking about. I once again, got swallowed by black mist.
.o0o.
"Moonbeams and starlight, Magical twilight
The warmest stray
Hear it whispering your name
Rainbows at midnight, sparkling night sky
Don't go away, stay another day"
The woman cradled the little girl in her arms. The little girl laughed. She loved her mother, but this was the last time that she was ever going to see her again.
A/N: I'm really trying to make Olivia sound less mary-sue as possible. And thank you guys for reading this! Love guys you so much!