Another hour passed, Emma now sound asleep, Peter took this opportunity to slip away out of the room. He slowly lifted her head with his free hand, and laid it back down carefully as he pulled his arm free. Giving her a last look at her face, he stood up from the bed, and headed to the exit.

By the time Peter disappeared, and the silence continued in the room, the bed started to creak..It appears, Peter did not make best the observation tonight. Emma, now sitting upright, in a frustrating manner dug her fingers into her hair, her eyes squeezed shut.

What the hell was that? H-How..How did I do that? I healed him. I..I healed his wound with my hair. Me?...Huh. I have to get out of here. He can't be trusted. Everything he told me, everything he claimed was true was just a lie. I have to find out what is the truth. Someone might be looking for me right now at this point. I have to go..No. Run.

Emma crawled off the bed, removing her shoes first to inaudibly leave without making a sound, then went out to the mouth of the cave. Once she passed a few trees, she found herself standing in front of a group of boys sound asleep. The Lost Boys. Emma gulped hard, aware of the challenge in this very situation. If she makes a single sound, they will stop her and call for Peter. Or worse, they might hurt her too.

She clutched both ends of her skirt and lifted it up to her knees. In a careful slow speed, she tip toed across the open areas, jumping over a few boys when she needed to. But suddenly she stopped, something is off about these boys. She looked down at one who wears a fur vest that's almost falling apart. He is weeping with soft tears, and whispering words that are impossible to be heard or understood.

Emma looked around and found out he's not the only one reacting this way, the rest of them are crying too. She crouched down beside the boy, and placed a hand on his damp forehead. Warm, not unnaturally hot or cold.

"He's temperature is alright."

When she leaned closer to hear what he's mumbling, a lock of her hair touched his cheek. She almost screamed when her hair started to glow into its golden light. She pulled back, and her hair returned back to its normal state. She backed away quickly, not even caring she's making so much noise from shuffling with her shoes. Because of that, unfortunately, the boys awoke from their sleep, except for the boy she laid her eyes on first, who appears to be smiling and peacefully resting.

They got up to their feet. Two of them approached Emma and grabbed her by both arms, trying to pull her up to stand. She did so, but protested by trying to kick them with her feet, yet failing miserably.

"Let me go! I don't belong here! And I sure as hell am not a Lost Girl!"

"Oh yes you are, Emma," Peter walked between the crowd as the boys backed away for him to pass.

Emma, feeling the determination building in her heart, spat at him once he walked a lot closer to her. He brushed the area of his shirt where she spat with his hand. And the one thing he tried to cover all night, he released his dark look that almost made Emma regret of what she done.

"That's a lie. I don't know where I am, or who you are. But when you told me what happened to me, and that stupid story you made up, I found out something of what I can do; I can tell if a person is lying. So far the only thing you told me the truth about is my real name and where I am."

"I thought so you were more special than what you're gifted with. I assume you also discovered another important fact about yourself."

Emma pursed her lips. She clearly does not trust Peter, but part of her knows he's the only one who can answer all her questions. First about her life, next who she really is, and lastly how powerful she really is with the hair growing on her head. "...I stayed up when you took me to the cave. I wanted to get some information out of you, or at least take something useful you carry. But I didn't have the chance to do that, instead I found out my hair is some..is some medicine or..Basically magic."

"Your hair is the most valuable magic that no one has ever possessed for centuries. I know your life, Emma, from the beginning to the end. And I apologize that I had to lie to you the way I did the moment you woke up, but I only did that so you won't run away. You see, your life is more unfortunate than you think."

"Me being stuck in this..Nev-Oh I don't know the name, island, is unfortunate as it is. Now just tell me," she eyed the two boys still holding onto her arms firmly, "..privately."

"If only you promise you will listen, and you will not run."

She returned her gaze back at Peter. "And if I don't keep that promise. Then what will happen?"

"Oh. It doesn't really matter if you do really. This is my island, no one gets to leave without my permission, or at least if you're lucky, magic is your ticket to runaway. Your hair only has the ability to heal, not magically transport you anywhere you please," he inched closer to her face until his breath brushed against the pale skin of her cheeks, "And if you happen to run away from this camp, I will find you and bring you back here. Never forget that, Emma, if that happens, you will be treated differently once you return here. And one word I can say that describes that different treatment is 'prisoner'."

A shiver rushed down her spine. But she gritted her teeth firmly, fighting the temptation to break her expression to expose fear. "Am I suppose to trust you, then? Because clearly you're more like an enemy to me right now."

"How am I your enemy, Emma? This is the only place for you to be safe," his hands laid on her cheeks, "There's many others after you for your hair. Do you have any idea of the high risks there are of abduction, imprisonment, and even death if you leave this place?"

"Others? There're others who know about me?"

"The first week after you were born everyone found about you, Emma. You are no mystery to anyone who has a fine knowledge of magic. And I assure you, with the great value your powers carry, I even wouldn't want you to risk your life out into that dangerous world."

She turned her head, to prevent her painful eyes to look at his. "You're lying..Th-Those are all lies."

"You're a terribly liar, Emma. You know very well I'm telling the truth," he rotated her head back to the center with his hands, "And I will tell you more if you keep the promise I just proposed."

"...I don't trust you though."

"You'll get to."

A tear rolled down her cheek. And in a odd way, the horrifying sight of Peter's dark eyes no longer frightened her. And the desperation you once felt returned to her.

"...Okay. Okay, I promise."

~ Peter and Emma sat on separate logs by the bonfire once again. While the rest of the Lost Boys decided to skip their evening rest and instead decided to madly dance around in a circle, masking their faces with animal skinned masks. They look like animals dancing around for rain. Emma looked around couple of times while Peter smiled at her frightened discomfort.

"Don't be scared, Emma. They're just celebrating for your arrival."

Emma turned her head back to Peter. "Celebrating? Why would they celebrate for me?"

"Because you're the only one who can heal this island. Neverland used to make all dreams come true, but now its growing weaker. With the power you carry, Emma, you can heal this island. Once you do that, the restoration of its magic will return."

"I..I don't even know this place, and you expect me to heal it? And I have no intention to bring back the magic to this place, I mean, what benefit will it give me?"

"Your dreams can come true here. An imagination and believing are not enough anymore. But your power is the great effect to change that."

Emma lowered her eyes down at her folded hands. Feeling a bit tense and light-headed from all the information she's given to know. "...Peter, other than..other than anything else about your island. Tell me first about my early life, and why you brought me here in the first place."

"You were born by royal blood, Emma. Of course, your kingdom has been taken over by a witch, Regina, for nearly thirteen years. The day when you were just a minor child, your mother risked herself to help you escape. She couldn't make it, but you did. And once you were far away in the woods, you were rescued by a woman who became your guardian. She raised you ever since."

"My guardian? I must had been safe. Why did you bring me here?"

"I told you, there are others after you. Your guardian is too weak to protect you from them. She succeeded for thirteen years, yes, but the magic she stole was not enough to protect you for another long-term years."

"Who was she?"

"Her name is not important. You will not see her again anyway, and knowing anything about her will only devastate you even more."

She sighed deeply, and lifted her head upright. "Tell me about this island, Peter. You said it has magic..These kids look young, but I have a very good guess that they're older than they look."

"You stand correctly; they been over a century, actually."

Her jaw dropped hearing such an impossible time period. "A century? The magic here is that strong?"

"Obviously. In fact, I don't think none of them remember their own ages; we lost count of their age for awhile."

"So this island prevents you to ever grow old? I didn't believe you the first time you told me, and I still can't. It's just impossible."

"Anything is possible with magic, Emma. You were even born with it."

"How was I born with it? Is my mother some kind witch or something?"

He shook his head, bringing his wooden pipe up to his lips to blow. "No. She's perfectly mortal, I assure you. Even your father. You were only gifted with this magic because your father agreed to use an ancient plant to save both your life and your mother's the day you were about to be born. The plant carried a deep healing power, and the last of its kind. Your mother was healed by it and lived, even you."

"How did others find out?"

"That's easy. Some of the midwives who were there to assist your mother, during the time she was in labor, exchanged their information with your parents' enemies for money. Others were kidnapped by sorcerers and witches, which Regina was obviously one of them.

"...But now my parents are gone, and some witch is taking over my home?"

"Precisely right."

With his eyes still focused on Emma, he started to blow on the pipe, making a soft tune. Hearing this, Emma smiled, finding the song soothing and for some strange reason, it lured her to get up and dance. Peter, knowing that his pipe is coming to effect, stood up and took Emma's hand, pulling her up to her feet.

She was not comfortable with the boys madly dancing around in circles, but now that thought seem to cross her mind. Peter spun her around with his free hand, still continuing to play his little song. Emma weakly giggled, and as he spun her around for the last time, he released her hand and her body twirled its way to the circle. Once she steadied her balance, she quickly lifted her arms and shook a slow movement with her hips. She skipped along with the Lost Boys, twirling a couple times to make her skirt wider, shaking her hips with her arms raised up in the air, and her golden hair freely moving along with her as she danced.

Peter looked ahead at the beautiful girl, she is clearly enchanted by the power of his pipe. As he blew on each holes of the pipe, his eyes roamed down her body. Her white gypsy sleeve shirt tucked in her brown skirt exposes the bareness of her chest from her low collar, and her curves from below are well shown from the thinness of the fabric used on the skirt. Never has he lusted over a girl like this before, not even to Wendy. Of course, Wendy is more of a well-mannered lady. She would never in a million years dance the way Emma is doing now, not even if you paid her, or even force her.

Never stop dancing to my tune, Emma..You're a Lost Girl now.