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"No." I said. "Just no." Magic on Neverland was not much of a surprise, but there was no way I had magic. Pan had to have done it himself, while I was closing my eyes; there was no other possibility.
"Try something else," Pan encouraged me.
I pictured myself with a slight change of surroundings; by a small bush a few feet away. A cloud of pink smoke covered me, then disappeared, leaving me in the exact place I visualized myself at. "Oh hell no!" I started imagining everything I could think of, from food, to books, to teleporting.
"Rose!" Pan yelled at me, concern in his voice. I was disappearing and reappearing all over the camp, things were flying all over the place, and, to top it off, I was in the middle of my own personal blizzard. Two dozen Lost Boys were staring at me while avoiding things, but I didn't notice them in the midst of the mess.
"Rose!" Pan called again, making his way to me amidst the chaos. He grasped my shoulders as the pink cloud formed around both of us, teleporting him as well as me. "You have to stop this!" He shouted in my ear. "The price for using magic is here your own energy! Everything you create is killing you! If you don't stop now, you'll die!"
"I can't stop it!" I cried, "I can't control this power!" As I said those words, I could feel my life force ebbing out of me, but there was no way for me to stop it.
Suddenly, his lips were on mine. He was my anchor to the ground, a calming presence. We stopped teleporting, the wind died down, and everything I had summoned dropped to the ground.
As he pulled away, I started to lose consciousness for the second time that day. "Oh crap." I manage to say before passing out in his arms.
Peter Pan looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms. Her magic was far more powerful than he had anticipated.
He carried her to his own hut and gently placed her on his bed. She really was quite pretty. He took one last look at her before exiting.
"She's falling for you." Felix commented as Pan strolled the cabin.
Quite literally, Pan thought to himself. "Of course she is." He stated, as though it were a matter of fact. "After all –"
"Peter Pan never fails." Felix completed.
For an instant, Pan felt a shred of remorse for playing with the poor girl's emotions, but that moment quickly passed.
"She had no control." Pan said, somewhat unnecessarily, as Felix had seen the havoc she wreaked on the camp. There were still around one hundred random items in various spots in the clearing.
Pan bent down and picked up one of the dozens of books that lay around, scattered. Percy Jackson and The Olympians: The Lightning Thief the cover read. Interesting.
I woke with a start. My dream meant something, something important, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember it. Damn. I sat up on the bed.
"Had a nice nap?" A sarcastic voice asked. Peter Pan was lounging on a hammock reading a book.
"How long was I out?" I asked. I had definitely regained some of my lost energy, but not as much as I hoped for.
He shrugged indifferently, "Not long. A few hours." He gestured to the book in his hands. "This book is fairly interesting."
I leaned forward to get a closer look at the book cover. "Oh dear." I said dramatically, "You've discovered the world of Rick Riordan."
I swung my feet over the side of the bed and stood up. I was met with a blinding headache. "Ow." I said, falling back on the bed.
"You okay?" He asked, putting the book down.
I searched for sarcasm in his words, but I found none. Interesting. "Yeah." I replied, "Fine. Just a little headache."
"Hungry?"
I actually was pretty hungry. Being a teenager makes you starving all the time. I was about to say something, the realized I have magic and can create my own food. Do I create things or do they get taken from somewhere else. I have no idea, but I'm hungry so screw it.
I sat up again and began to picture pizza, but suddenly Pan was right in front of me. "You're not strong enough to use magic right now." He warned.
He was probably right, not that I would admit it. "So how the hell am I supposed to get pizza?"
He gave me a confused glance. "Pizza?"
"Are you serious?" I asked, "The great Peter Pan doesn't know what pizza is?" I shook my head. "Once I get my energy back I'll introduce you to it." I frowned as I thought more. "What's it going to take for me to get some food in this place?"
Sorry for the short chapter. My brain is broken right now and I wanted to get this up. This chapter's main purpose was just to show that Rose has magic, at least on Neverland.
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