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Chapter 3

A loud sound echoed through the camp, I groaned before rolling over and curling up on Henry's jacket.

"Wake up," a voice ordered.

Look who it is… I didn't even move. Henry moved from beside me, I frowned, shivering as my shield from the cold air vanished.

"Catch," I heard something hit the ground.

"I don't like apples," I heard Henry say.

"Who doesn't like apples?"

"It's a family thing," Henry replied. That was an understatement.

Pan let out an amused sigh, "Well don't worry. They're not for eating, it's for a kind of game; A really fun game."

I twitched.

"I call it target practice," Pan said, I could feel the amusement in his tone. I guess it was time to 'wake up'; I let out a girly yawn and rolled over, stretching my arms over my head.

I took in my surroundings, noticing a huge group of the lost boys staring at us from a few feet away my eyes widened when I noticed the crossbow pointing at my little brothers face.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I growled, trying to leap forward and grab it. He rose to his feet before I could steal the weapon from his grasp.

"Have a nice nap, Sleeping beauty?" he smirked, as he sauntered over to his pack of boys. I pushed Henry to his feet before pushing myself off the ground.

"Stupid, arrogant bastard," I mumbled under my breath. I put a hand on Henry's shoulder, mainly to keep me from falling over; I still felt sleepy.

"What's that?" Henry asked as Pan dipped the arrow into a bottle of liquid.

"Dreamshade," he replied. "It's a Nasty poison." I gripped Henry's shoulder harder. "We heard of a story here that a man once shot an apple off the top of his sons head with an arrow; let's see if it's possible."

"If you're shooting an Apple, what's the poison for?" I asked, eyeing the deadly arrow as Pan tested it out.

"Motivation not to miss," he winked at me. "Felix, get over here."

"Is his aim good?" I asked, stepping in front of my brother and glaring at Felix. "No offense, but you don't look intelligent enough to shoot an arrow accurately. I guess that's why you have the club, it requires no thought."

His eyes darkened, "Say that-"

"Felix," Pan warned. "It doesn't matter" he looked at me, "Henry will be the one doing the shooting."

"I don't want to shoot," Henry said nervously.

"He isn't shooting," I said with a hint of finality in my voice.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot." I gripped onto Henry.

"Don't you dare give him that crossbow," I hissed. Pan rolled his eyes before grabbing me away from henry.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot." The boys chanted.

"Let go of me," I said as his grip tightened on my waist. "You're becoming a real problem for me, princess." He growled into my ear.

"Problem?" I asked. "More like a threat."

"Shoot, shoot, shoot."

He let out a bitter laugh, "You're about as threatening as a kitten."

"And you're just a coward," I said lowly.

Suddenly, the chanting stopped and Henry shot the arrow straight towards Pan, I let out a little shriek and closed my eyes as it came hurling towards us. When I opened my eyes, I saw Pan holding the arrow just a few millimetres from his chest.

"Told you it was exhilarating," Pan let out a few breaths before throwing the arrow down at my feet. "Come on, I have something to show you," he dragged me along with Henry. I rolled my eyes.

We stopped at the other side of camp, "Look at the fun they're having."

"They're throwing knives at the ground," I said. "How fun."

Pan glared at me before turning back to Henry, "You can do whatever you want." He sat down with Henry on a nearby log, I sighed before plopping myself down on the ground. My body felt so tired, I rested my head on Henry's knees.

"Don't they ever hurt themselves?" Henry asked.

Peter scoffed, "All the time, at one point I had four boys with missing fingers. The cost of the game, they didn't mind."

I internally rolled my eyes.

"I don't belong here," Henry said. I sleepily raised my hand, "I second that."

"Actually you do," Pan said seriously. "We've been waiting for you for a very long time, Henry; long before you were even born."

"I don't believe that," Henry said.

"Me either," I muttered, my eyelids closing.

"You should," I could mentally see Pan's eyebrows dancing around on his forehead. He had such nice eyebrows, I thought.

"This place runs on imagination, on belief but your world stopped believing. Magic is dying Henry and you need to save it."

"In my world, you mean?"

"In every world," Peter said.

"Don't believe a word he says Henry," I muttered. I could feel glares from the Devils spawn.

"You need to bring it back, that's your destiny." Pan continued. "To return the magic, to be the saviour," Henry moved his leg and I let out a whimper.

"Sorry, Ava," He muttered. "My mom's the saviour, not me."

"She broke some curse, yeah," Pan said unimpressed. How did he-?

"Oh, I know more than you think. But what if breaking the curse wasn't what made her the saviour?"

I could feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Take a look and you'll know why I'm so sure you're the hero magic has been waiting for."

Henry shifted again.

"I don't believe you," Henry said, throwing something behind him.

"Do you want her sleep somewhere more comfortable tonight?" Pan said.

"Are you trying to use my sister to get to me?" Henry said, angrily.

"Of course not," I heard Pan say from above us.

Liar, I thought as my mind started to wander.

"I just want her stay here to be comfortable," he said innocently.

"She'll be angry when she wakes up," Henry said, it was as if we were underwater. They're voices seemed almost muffled.

"I think sleeping on the hard ground will make her a bit grumpier," Pan scoffed.

"You promise to take care of her?"

"I promise."

Third persons POV

Ava let out a whimper as strong arms lifted her from the ground. Peter hoisted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing; she tucked her head into his neck as he carried her away from Henry. He could feel her small and short breaths on his neck; he could tell that the sedative he had given her the previous night had made her tired.

Losing a memory did that to you.

Something about Ava made his blood boil; she was the one holding Henry back but Pan knew that he couldn't get rid of her, because Henry would start asking questions. If only those two idiots hadn't dragged her through the portal.

He felt a small tug at the back of his head; her hand had somehow managed to tangle itself in his hair.

"Don't drop me," she mumbled sleepily into his neck.

"You would do well not to order me around, princess." He growled into her ear as he walked up the steps to his hut. He knew better than to leave her with the lost boys.

He set her down on her feet but when he let go she started to tilt sideways, "Oopsies." She giggled. Peter rolled his eyes at the overtired girl and guided her towards the bed, "What are you doing!?" she pushed at his chest, panicked.

"Go to sleep," he growled as he pushed her onto the bed. He would have more time to sway Henry if she was asleep.

"No need to be so rude, Pete." She yawned.

"Your nicknames aren't cute," he was getting frustrated with the small brunette now.

"You aren't cute," she grumbled.

"I'm not supposed to be, love."

"Yeah you are," she turned her face to look at him. "Back home, you were supposed to be some skinny little boy in tights and a weird hat."

"Funny," he said, no amusement present on his face. "Go to sleep."

"I'm not tired," she said, letting out a loud yawn. Peter raised an eyebrow, "Oh really?" he said, amused.

"Leave," she grumbled. "Then I'll sleep."

"Now why would I do that?" he asked, turning around to face the girl.

She was already drifting off into dreamland; Peter smirked at the small girl tucked away into his bed. She was beautiful, Peter had no shame in admitting it, but her stubborn and rude personality was becoming a major flaw in his plan.

She shivered as the cold air filled the room; she was only dressed in a thin jumper and a pair of shorts. "Peter," she called quietly.

The boy looked at her, surprised that she used his name. "What?" he bit out harshly.

"Close the window, I'm cold." She shivered again. Peter grabbed his cloak from the corner of the room and threw it over the girl. She smiled and grasped the blanket, trying to get warm.

"Sweet dreams, princess." He smiled cruelly before waltzing out of the hut. Peter had a new plan and he knew it would work.

Because Peter Pan never fails

Ava was his.

Ava POV

Ava's alarm roused her from her deep slumber; she groaned and rolled over to the other side of the bed.

"Shut up," she slammed her hand down on the snooze button.

"Ava!" a voice shouted from downstairs.

"Coming," I called back. Regina always made sure we had 'family breakfast'; it was the most nauseating thing ever.

I threw on my oversized jumper before thundering down the stairs, "Morning Henry." I gave him a kiss on the head.

"Morning kids," Regina said. "Breakfast will be ready in a few."

"What are we having?" I asked.

"Well, you have a big day today. So I thought I would give you guys a hearty breakfast."

I loved it when she cooked us a big breakfast; for an evil Queen she was an amazing cook.

"You excited for today?" Henry asked me, looking through his book.

I looked at him confused, "Excited for what?"

"Don't you remember?" He asked.

"Remember what?" I asked.

"Why don't you remember?" He said, angrily.

"Henry, what's going on? Is it your birthday? I'm sorry kid."

"You can't even remember their names," he growled.

"What?" I said quietly.

"What are their names, sweetie?" Regina said, setting a plate down in front of me.

"Who are 'they'?"

"You have to remember," a soft voice said.

I could hear my heart thumping.

"Remember what?" I looked around.

"You've forgotten," the voice said again.

I put my hand to my chest and frowned, my heart was beating normally. "Eat your breakfast, sweetie." Regina smiled at me.

I picked up my fork and turned to my plate. My breathing heightened, "Regina, what have you done?"

"What do you mean?" Henry turned to look at me, blood dripping from his mouth.

I looked down at my plate before looking back to my family, who were both looking at me with dark smiles.

I screamed.

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