Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT, I only own the characters I make.
This story will not be in chronological order. The first chapter was Remi's life before Neverland, and this one is when she is in Neverland. The next chapter will pick up where the first left off and so on.
I think about it this way:
As you read, you unlock what happened.
Falling in freezing cold water was not on my To-Do list, but all plans - including the one of escaping my life - had been put on hold when something had dropped me here. What was that something anyway? I couldn't see a face, couldn't make out any features. Except for those eyes. They glowed, like two orbs of light.
When I fell, I didn't scream, I only let go of my suitcase, which I hoped was waterproof. But what was the point? I had nothing left, only memories that I didn't want. I didn't know how to get back to my home, which wouldn't even be there in a few days.
So I let go.
And I - almost - drowned.
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I opened my eyes slowly, my eyes meeting darkness. Am I dead? I asked myself. I sat up, looking around the small room I was in. It was a cave, I realized. The cave had a small patch of light patching through a little crack in the structure. I stood, dusting myself off. I had - somehow - changed out of my black outfit, and changed into some sort of pirate get up. I was wearing tight leather pants, with a puffy white shirt underneath a leather vest. No shoes, only socks. Great.
My hand shot up to my neck, looking for my necklace. One was a thin black rope that had a skull pendant with swords sticking through it. I breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of my father. He, after all, was the one who gave me this before he left to England.
I walked over to the light, and felt around. There was some sort of rock blocking the path. An entrance, I thought. I kneeled down, covering one eye and looking out of the hole. There wasn't anything I could really see, except for a jungle. I continued to look out until the rock shifted. Someone's coming in, I mentally prepared myself. Using what little light I had, a searched for something I could use to protect myself.
There was a dagger lying on a rock by a table. I grabbed it, looking at the shifting rock in front of me. The boulder moved another foot, and someone slipped through the opening holding a lit torch. It was a girl, dressed in green. As she turned around, I threw the knife. It lodged itself in the fabric of her dress just above her shoulder, sticking to the wall of solid rock.
"You're awake then," she gasped. The girl, who was still in shock, ripped the knife out of her dress, and tossed it on the ground. "I thought you never would wake up again. Took quite a fall." The torch in her hand illuminated the entire room. There were markings on one wall, counting something in tallies. There was a table on one end, and on the other there was a torch holder, other than that, the room was empty. "I'm Tinkerbell." she said. Her dress was already ragged, and she had blonde hair pulled back in a bun, which had leaves in it. "Call me 'Tink.'" Tink held out her hand, which I warily shook. I had, only seconds ago, almost beheaded her. She's lucky I was rusty. "And you are?"
I didn't respond.
"Your stuff is over there," Tink said, changing the subject. "I found your bag floating in the water." I looked down at my clothes, then back at her again. "You wouldn't have lasted five seconds here if you kept up your girly clothes. Pan doesn't want girls here." I nodded, slightly confused on who this "Pan" was, and if he didn't want girls on the island, what was Tink doing here? I started shuffling through my things, stopping when I found one of the pictures I had packed. I shoved it back inside.
"No thank you?" Tink said, shifting from one foot to the other. I turn around and do a little bow. Is that good enough for you, princess? I thought. "You don't talk much do you?" I shook my head. Tink stopped talking for a second. "I'm going hunting. Come along if you want, but stick by me at all times." I looked down at my feet. "Your boots are by the door, and if you come, you need to wear this." Tink threw a cloak my way. "Hood up, all times. Don't take it down for nothing. Don't let anybody see you." I slipped it on, and crossed my way to the boots. They were - can you believe it? - leather, and reached my knee. "And if your hair gets in the way, we might need to chop it off." I grabbed my brown hair, and pulled it back in a bun. No way will I lose my hair.
I grabbed the dagger, and followed Tink out.
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Tink occasionally let me attempt to hit a squirrel or two with the dagger. It only helped my father trained us to use weapons before he left. About three or four hours later, Tink pulled me into a bush, and signaled me to stay quiet, a finger to her lips. I secured my hood, and focused on staying in one place, staying silent.
A dozen pairs of feet ran along, looking for something. I look straight forward, staring at their feet. One boy stopped for a second, and his body was pointed towards us. I couldn't look at his face. Did he see us? Then he ran off, catching up to his friends.
"We're not the only one hunting," Tink said darkly, glaring at the direction they went in. "C'mon." she said, leading me back to the cave.
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Tink made a little fire to cook our dinner on. We had managed to take down five squirrels, a colorful bird, and had picked a few berries. In the far corner, there was a small pond of water, no bigger than the size of a large picture, with water running from a stream outside.
Tink had me take a pot of water and put it over the fire until it was hot. She then had me squish up the berries and put the juice in and stir, then - somehow - we got soup with a side of squirrel. She said the bird we would eat later.
It was actually quite a good meal, surprisingly. "You did good today," Tink complimented. I gave her a small smile, taking another sip of my soup. It had a slight wild berry taste. "You never did tell me your name," I never did tell you anything, I thought, smiling. I set my soup down by my feet and walked over to my suitcase. I started to dig through it, searching for my old journal I had packed. It was one I wrote stories in, and sometimes I even used it as a journal. I found it after a few moments and held it out to Tink, pointing on the cover. In a swirling ink, the cover had letters that spelled my name.
"Remi," Tink said, handing the book back. "Nice name." I nodded in thanks, and then I put the book back. "Remi, do you know anything about this place? About Neverland? What you can do here?" I shook my head and leaned my elbows on my knees as Tink set her bowl down. "Neverland has always been a place of wonders, ruled by a boy named Peter Pan. Peter was fascinated by the fact of never growing up, having no responsibility. On this island, there is a fountain, a fountain of youth. When someone lives here, they stay the same age forever.
"Pan often had visitors, who came in their dreams, but he got lonely, so he grabbed his pipe and played music only boys who felt unloved and lost could hear. And then his shadow took them here as they danced, and those boys never saw their parents again.
"Peter often plays his music, but he hasn't stepped foot off the island in years. His shadow still brings people though. This place runs on magic, on belief." Tink stated. "If you want something here, all you have to do is believe it will happen, will it to happen, and then it does." Tink smiled. "Get some rest, you have a long day a head of you."
This story will not be in chronological order.
The first chapter was Remi's life before Neverland. This chapter is when she is in Neverland.
The third chapter will pick off where the first left off.
It'll kind of be like flashbacks.
The fourth will bring you back to Neverland.
Eventually, the story will catch up in itself and it will proceed like any normal story.
Now, what do you think happened to Caleb?
And who do you think Remi's parents are?
What do you think happens next?
Answer these questions in the review section.