Author's Notes:
1: I DO NOT own Once Upon a Time, it's characters, or it's storyline. Once Upon a Time, the characters, and their twists are owned by Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis as well as ABC. I DO own Reiha Moon and her story. I own the cover images you may see on this fanfiction or any others - be it my own personal art or commissioned artwork from another artist. Be respectful to the art and DO NOT steal it!
2: Bold-italic phrases will indicate Reiha's thoughts or the thoughts of others while in their point of view. Italic-underlined phrases will be what is said by the Spirits of Neverland but it also represents when Pan communicates with Reiha mentally. When you see "..." it indicates a change in point of view.
3: The song representing the story is "Animals" by Maroon 5.

1.) A New Challenger
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Baby, I'm preying on you tonight. Hunt you down eat you alive. Just like animals, animals, like animals. Maybe you think that you can hide. I can smell your scent from miles. Just like animals, animals, like animals.
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"What the Fuck happened to me?!" Last thing I remembered, I was in the underground training area practicing a powerful spell. A portal spell. The only question is: Where am I? I pushed myself off of a sandy beach floor. I brushed off the sand and looked at my surroundings. Surrounding me was a beach and before me stood a dark jungle. There's something off about this place... I thought glaring towards the jungle. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. My ears twitched slightly as I heard movement in the suspicious looking area.

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I sensed someone enter my home. MY Neverland. I sneered with a scowl on my face, biting my lips together tightly. I secured my dagger. I armed myself with my bow and arrow and took off. It's time to play.

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Someone's coming... Someone who doesn't seem friendly. I thought bitterly. I drew a breath. Let them come. I walked towards the jungle. If they want a fight, they'll get one. I stretched my shoulders causing an unsettling crack come from them. "Bring it on." I muttered to myself ready for what may come.

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I shot my arrow just barely missing the visitor to my realm. I made my way through the bushes. A girl? I rolled my eyes to myself and did my best not to glare. I wasn't pleased that I had a girl to entertain. This young woman had auburn hair that seemed to have a layered look to it, ending in the middle of her back. Her exposed eye was green-brown - I believe it's called hazel. The jacket she wore was an Earthy brown, it ended a couple inches below her well-sized breasts and had the collar flipped up. Around her neck was a black laced choker, that was tied with a violet ribbon. Hanging from the ribbon was a violet crystal pendant with small butterflies flying around it. She wore two shirts. One was white, and most seen; it was cut above her breasts and ended between her waist and her hip. The other was a black oddly sleeved shirt, which was barely seen, which ended at her hips. The tights she wore were a transparent grey-black color. Her boots, which started an inch or two above her ankle, were dark brown, with black heels, and overlapping leather pieces that were studded with metal pieces. "Nearly hit you, love." I informed putting on my most commonly worn mask.

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I scowled to the pubescent teen before me. "Yeah... Almost. No offense but you're a pretty shitty shot." I informed with a shrug. The boy had 'wind-swept' brown hair and wore an outfit composed of green and brown hues. His shirt was dark green with red stitching and underneath that was a dark brown almost black tattered undershirt. His pants were a murky grey color, almost like a mold covered lagoon. He wore black armbands with brown threading that hung at just barely above his wrists. His boots, which were cloaked with a sewage green fabric laced with red ribbon, were dark grey almost black. Something about this guy seems familiar, and yet, somehow, it isn't a pleasant feeling of familiarity. I didn't like this guy, something about his aura was unnatural and corrupted. I don't think he liked my response... I thought as I noticed he was fighting off a snarky remark.

"Well that wasn't nice and to the king, too." He stated arrogantly. "Learn some manners, girl." His tone was now stern as he began to stare me down. Yup, don't like him. I thought with a glare.

"Well clearly you have no manners either, your majesty," I barked back. "I am a guest, after all." I folded my arms across my chest. I don't know what this guy's issue is, but I won't let some egotistical ass run me down.

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How interesting. I raised a brow as a smirk clawed across my lips. This girl has spunk. She seemed both courageous and ignorant to speak to me in such a way. However, I was quite amused. I think I may play with her a bit. "You're right, I am being rude. Would you like a hug?" I asked sounding sincere, however the girl saw through my act. Her eyes wandered my form.

"Do I look like I'd hug a stranger, let alone one who tried to shoot me with an arrow?" I smirked once more. A sly reply left my lips

"I hunt, love. Perhaps I thought you were a dear." I said placing my hand on my hip. "Besides, it's just a hug. Don't be such a wuss." I poked as I began to circle this young woman.

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"The only wuss here is you, especially with your lame ass excuses." I hissed. Egotistical and arrogant... What a turn off. "And I am being cautious. I do not know you. For all I know you could be some sex-deprived lunatic." I thought narrowing my eyes with a sigh. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sex deprived. I have my toys - slaves and so on." Ew. "And I'm no lunatic!" He debated with a scowl capturing his lips. "Though some may say otherwise, with me being so different and all." He muttered as his lips curved into a grin.

"Too much information there, buddy..." I mentioned as a shudder ran through my body. I could see through his charade - he was turning on his charm to try and manipulate me. He must be used to getting others to bend to his will... Sorry to disappoint you. I thought with a glare. Out of no where he pulled out a pair of pipes that looked like ones you can see pixies play. I watched the mysterious stranger blow into the fairy pipes yet heard nothing, except him blowing into them. "Am I supposed to hear something?" Then something hit me: Fairy pipes, green clothes, deserted island... My eyes widened as my heart seemed to skip several beats. No... He couldn't be... He's just a fairytale!I lifted my hand and bit my index finger in thought.

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I could see, by this strange woman's reactions, that something was bothering her. She isn't fighting her primal instincts, is she? The thought amused me. Regardless, I continued playing the melody only the lost and unloved can hear. A melody that placed the listener in a oblivious yet blissful trance. I decided to take a moment and ask "Something wrong?" The girl drew a heavy breath.

"You, uh... You wouldn't happen to be named Peter Pan, would you?" Was that what was bothering her? I was baffled to say the least. First she can't hear the pipes yet she had the same aura as my Lost Boys and now she calls me by name? How would she know of me? Most people from Earth don't know of me, unless she thinks I am like that story book character. I frowned, briefly, at this. It faded quickly however as I decided to play with her mind a bit more.

"No, I'm Felix. I'm Pan's most trusted Lost Boy." I lied.

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I looked over to the strange trapped teen. Liar. I glared. He wants to play, let him play. It's a dead giveaway that he is Peter Pan, any way. I sighed and smiled briefly. "Well, Felix, I'm Reiha. Reiha Moon."

"Pleased to meet you." The compulsive liar said. "I'm Peter, Peter Pan. I am the best and worst eternal nightmare in all Neverland." His arrogance was clear. There's the honesty. At least he's capable of telling the truth, but only when it's good for him. How annoying. I thought bitterly while narrowing my eyes.

"If by worst you mean most annoying person to roam the face of existence, then yeah, you kinda are." I looked around this place.Neverland... Who'd'a thought I'd even come here? I know Balthazar wouldn't believe me. Hell, I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't surrounding me. I sighed and looked back to Pan. "So, Peter Pan, what would you like to do?" I really hoped this wouldn't cause his mind to wander into the gutter. The question was meant to be literal, as 'Peter Pan' is supposed to be an entertainer of sorts, not that his idea of fun was the same as mine.

"First off I like to be called Pan - "

"Ooooo." I interrupted and rolled of my eyes. He scowled.

"I am far from sharing any likeliness to that twit in tights in that story book. I am NOTHING like him. That Peter Pan is a mockery of me in every way." Pan hissed defensively.

"You could have fooled me. Fairytale Peter Pan is as much of an ass as you are." I argued with a hiss, which earned a roll of his eyes.

"The Disney one was the one I was referring to, dearie. The true Pan - me - is a dark being. Like I said, I am an eternal nightmare and one that never grows older. Even in your stupid fairytales Peter Pan was not like me, as you will soon find out." He commented snidely.

"Yeah... I can see the darkness. Hell, I can smell it, same goes for that ego of yours and your smug attitude." I hissed walking past him.

"Quite the attitude you got there, love. We could play a game." Pan suggested as his eyes became dark and a sinister smirk danced across his lips. Wait... A game? But Peter Pan's games were dangerous... I thought about it for a moment. Maybe this could be my chance to teach his cynical ass a lesson. I glanced back to Pan.

"Alright Pan, what would you have in mind?"

"It's a small simple game I know, let's call it: Hide and Kill, though you would know it as Hide and Seek." He informed. Hide and seek... Hide and kill... One difference: one game ends in death.

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"What's at stake?" Reiha wondered as she turned and eyed my form, her eyes full of suspicion. A sigh left her lips as she laid herself against a tree with her arms crossed over her chest.

"It's only your life at stake." I laughed maliciously as I pointed from my arrows to my dagger and to my bow. I drew my blade and slammed it into my arm. It did sting but I refused to blink. I lifted my arm and licked at the blood. "I must say, I taste rather good!" In doing so, Reiha's body shook as a shudder claimed her form. For some strange reason she covered her nose. How odd. I raised an eyebrow at it yet didn't question it, instead I used her disgust to my advantage. I licked at my arm once more, causing her to cringe. "This will be me licking and slicing you to shreds. Me and my Lost Boys shall dine on your flesh after we cook you."

"There's your biggest mistake right there Pan, assuming I will lose, let alone that I'd let you be the last person I ever see." She snorted with debate.

"Oh I will win. After all, Pan never fails." The words fell of my tongue like satin. This was a common saying among me and my Lost Boys. It's true, I have yet to lose.

"Yeah, well, keep dreaming, buddy." Reiha stated as bitterness hung on every word. "Besides, Peter Pan hasn't faced a woman like me before." She smirked. My eye twitched and my face twisted upon hearing my full name.

"Its Pan. Next time you say my full name I will yank your tongue out." I barked fiercely before waving my hand and causing Reiha to be sent backwards with the help of my magic. However she wasn't thrown off or stunned, she seemed quite angry.

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He's making it difficult to refrain from kicking his ass here and now... I growled dangerously. "Peter Pan, Pan... Asshole sounds better." Pan seemed to be amused by my comment.

"Asshole doesn't bother me either, love." You know when he's been called countless derogatory names when... I thought with a roll of my eyes. "I know I am a huge ass and I'm rather proud of it." The pride of this guy was astounding. Who knew one person could embody so many sins at once? I sighed only to feel air brush against my hair on the left side. I glanced behind me. That son of a bitch just threw his dagger at me! I growled glancing from the blade and threw a glare towards Pan. I kicked the dagger into my grasp.

"If you want to play shot for shot instead, you'll be the one who gets all cut up and bloody." I hissed fiercely. After all, this guy wouldn't know the secrets I have been hiding. "Now, what are the stakes? If you don't understand the question, allow me to dumb it down for you: What do you get if you win? What do I get if I win?" I narrowed my eyes. "Besides what happened to the all-so-famous saying 'never say never in Neverland.'" After all Neverland was a place where the impossible was possible. They say with age comes wisdom but in his case age seemed to have made him a complete and utter moron.

"First off, that saying is ancient: 'never say never.'" Pan huffed. "I like this better: 'it's called Neverland because no one ever leaves.' And second of all, I call all the shots, you have no say here." Pan sneered. "And just because you have my dagger, doesn't mean a thing." He appeared before me and claimed his dagger only to hold it against my throat. Oooooo scary. I thought with a roll of my eyes. "If I win, you become my little plaything. However, if you win, then I'm yours to do with whatever with it is you want." Something about that disturbed me. "Just don't kill me" He added. The dagger didn't phase me but what he said about killing him did. I glanced away from him. I've only claimed one life and that was because I had no other choice... "Lets play Hide and kill!" Pan cheered with a devious grin. "Who goes first? I'll give you the luxury of making the choice." Oh how courteous. I growled. I looked back at him and glared.

"Don't pull the cart before the horse asshole, what are the rules?" A snicker left his lips as he he began to circle me once more.

"It's called Hide and Kill, like Hide and Seek only deadlier." I rolled my eyes. He really must have an ancient mind if he is repeating himself. "I get a base, say that tree," He motioned towards a tree I couldn't see. I can't see through trees, dumbass! "I can't be harmed. And if you find me, you can harm me. All I ask is that you make a good show because I'm sure I will with you." I wanted to shudder but I bit the back of my bottom lip to fight it. Once I was calmer, I drew a heavy breath.

"If I may, I'd like to make a rule before we begin." I locked eyes with the boy who was barely an inch taller than me.

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Hm? I was curious. "What's the rule you wish to add?" I folded my arms across my chest.

"No magic." Reiha replied. "I mean, fairytales aside, similar or not, you obviously have magic." My body grew stiff as tension began to fill within me. I've never played a game where I couldn't use ANY magic.

"You mean we can't use any kind of magic, at all?" I bit my bottom lip in thought. If I choose to accept, she could win. The very idea made me nervous, but, oddly enough, I was also intrigued by the idea. Let's see what happens. I was excited, to say the least. "Fine." A scowl hid the smirk that begged to be revealed. "But I'm skilled without it." I boasted nodding towards my dagger and my bow.

"Whatever you say, Pan." She muttered sounding skeptically sarcastic.

"Choose your weapons." Thankfully she was fooled by my arrogance. Reiha took a step away from me and closed her eyes. A pair of blades that appeared to resemble a trident appeared in each of her hands. I had to admit, they were interesting looking. I had never seen such a weapon before considering all the weapons I knew were probably primitive to her. A quill with arrows appeared behind her back as a bow hung off her shoulder. Game on.