I watched that sad kids with cancer movie again last night.
I keep imagining myself going into that movie with Rumple's powers and curing all of the kids without making them make any deals.
I don't know why I do this to myself.
Anyways, it gave me a bit of motivation for one of the Lost Boys~
"We almost died.
Nearly put to death by lightening strikes.
Instead there was hot pink flashes in the sky.
We climbed the rocks, in snow and rain in search of magic powers
To heal our mother's pain."
Lemonade by Cocorosie
"What do you mean, you're losing Neverland?" she exclaimed, her voice raising.
Peter gripped her shoulders tightly, shaking his head, "Arabella not so loud, don't let the boys hear you."
"What is going on? I thought everything would be alright with my heart? Is it not enough?" she asked, worry building in her soul as he latched her hands onto his elbows.
"My magic is fine, Bella. The land is fine, it's still there and very much alive," he sighed, letting her go as he started pacing back and forth, "I just can't feel that part anymore."
"Why not?" she asked.
"I don't know!" he yelled, cursing at himself for getting loud as he grabbed the hair on the corners of his forehead, "I went to go investigate around the areas I couldn't feel anymore. But as soon as I got to the perimeter of the area, I couldn't go any further."
"You were blocked?" she questioned, shocked, "But this is your island, how are you not able to go anywhere you please?"
"I still don't know that yet," he exhaled, dropping his hands into fists to his sides, "I saw smoke. Someone is there, and someone is making this happen."
"Storybrooke," She breathed, her voice barely over a whisper, "They've finally come to kill us."
Peter shook his head, "No, it's not them. I sent the shadow over to check on the town, and it's not even there."
"What?" she asked, completely shocked as she took in breath and held it, "Where are they?"
"I think the cruse was broken, but I can't be for sure. My shadow is out now, searching the Enchanted Forest for more information. My guess is, if they've gotten back there, they wouldn't want to come to Neverland. Even for revenge. It just doesn't make sense."
"They would have enough to worry about if they did make it home. Rebuilding their lives..." she said, "Teaching Henry to live there."
"Henry is in New York with Emma," Peter said, "They were the only two left that my shadow could find. But they're.. different."
"Different?"
"It's like they don't know who they are anymore."
"Alright. So Emma and Henry lost their memories, Storybrooke may be back in the Enchanted Forest and you're losing parts of the island," she said, repeating all of the information to make sure she had it right.
Peter nodded, choosing to look at the ground as opposed to her face.
Arabella sat down on one of their wooden chairs in the living room, her face plastered in shock as she tried to control her breakdown that was bubbling under her flesh, "Peter... We're in trouble."
Peter scoffed, "No shit."
She looked to him, her face twisting in aggravation. He saw this and nodded his head in apology, looking back to the ground.
"This is why you've been being so hard on the boys," she breathed, "We do need an army."
"I'm glad you finally see this," he said, still sounding arrogant.
Arabella shook her head, "There isn't enough of us."
"I know."
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know."
"Where are we going to go?"
"Nowhere, this is our home."
"What about the boys?"
"I don't know."
"What about us?"
"ARABELLA I DON'T KNOW!" Peter yelled, closing his eyes and storming out of the tree house.
Arabella sighed, a tear of frustration and worry falling down her face. She quickly wiped it away, doing her best to conceal the emotions from her face as she emerged from the tree house as well. Peter was no where in sight, more than likely off somewhere trying to be alone and collect himself.
She remembered she had a Lost Boy to talk to. Scanning the area, she didn't see Whip anywhere.
"Where's Whip?" she questioned the boys.
Most of them shrugged their shoulders and continued what they were doing.
"He went into the woods," Parrot said, pointing to the direction.
"Thanks," she mumbled, putting her gaze to the ground as she walked off.
For a while she walked, but there was no sign of the Lost Boy anywhere. She could see his footprints in the mud, so she knew she was going in the right direction. How far had the boy gone from the camp?
Finally coming across the boy, Arabella quietly walked up to see him leaning his back on a tree, his hands on his knees. He looked really tired.
"Whip?" she questioning, taking a few steps toward her as she tried to get a look at him.
The boy quickly threw his hand to his face and turned his back to her, "Go away!" he yelled.
"Hon, what's wrong?" she questioned anyway, walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder as she stood behind him.
"Leave me alone, please!" he yelled.
He sounded hopeless and scared, but he didn't try to get out of her grasp. She took that as a small sign he didn't actually want her to leave.
Everyone needs a Mother.
Arabella walked to stand in front of him and Whip cowered his head low, hiding himself under his hood.
She lowered herself to her knees and looked up at him. From the darkness of the night, and the shadowing under his hood, she couldn't even see his face. Then something wet fell on her face.
Blinking and jerking her head back in shock, Arabella wiped her hand and looked down at it as if expecting to see a salty tear.
But it was blood.
Frantic, Arabella jumped to her feet and grabbed Whips hood, throwing it off of his head and wrapping her arm tightly around his shoulder.
Whip was about eleven years old, tall enough that his head was at level with her armpit.
With her free hand she grabbed his chin lightly and turned his face to look at him. There was blood covering the entire bottom half of his face, looking at though it was coming out of her nose.
"Darling!" she cried out in shock, making a cloth appear in her hand as she started to wipe it from him, careful not to hurt him. She wasn't sure if his nose was broken or not, "What happened? Are you hurt?"
"No," he said, his voice cracking, "I'm sick."
"Sick?" she questioned, continuing to dab the cloth on his face, "Why didn't you tell me or Peter, we can make some medicine for you."
"I thought Neverland was all the magic I would need," he sniffed, his weak frame leaning into Arabella.
"What are you talking about?" She asked.
"They said in Neverland you live forever, frozen in time. I thought it would freeze my sickness," he said, his voice turning into blubbers, but he refused to allow himself to cry.
"What sickness?" she asked as calmly as she could, but with everything that her and Peter had just talked about this was just turning into the cherry on her sundae tonight.
"I've got cancer," he said, his tears finally falling from his face.
Arabella looked at him, confused, "What is that?" she asked.
"Everyone knows what it is," he said, raising an eyebrow at her question.
"I'm not from your world, Eric," she said, using his home name. It felt necessary, like it would bring them closer somehow for him to feel safe opening up to her.
"It's something that kills people. Sometimes it can be cured, but mine can't. It just always comes back," he said, his voice breaking again, "They stopped treatments and told my family I had a few months if we were lucky. 'Fingers crossed' the doctor said," he scoffed, his faith in the doctors of Earth clearly non-existent.
"And you came to Neverland to be cured, and survive," she said in relaization.
"I found this place on accident. Gill was the one who decided to stay," he said, reminding Arabella of the boys friendship before Neverland, "When they gave me the diagnosis, I came back here as a Dreamer boy and told him. He told me to stay, and Peter said I could. That's when the shadow came to get my body, and not my dreaming soul."
"Does Peter know you're sick?" she asked, using the hand that was wrapped around his shoulders to rub his shoulder gently.
"No, I didn't think I'd need to tell you."
"But your sickness didn't stop," she sighed.
Whip was becoming more and more upset, his blubbers turning into a full cry. Arabella supported his frame as his knees buckled under his cries and held him up, moving her body to be facing him directly and wrapped both of her arms around him. She held him as he cried, trying to sooth his tears with calming "shhs" and empty words of "it's going to be okay."
She wished she could heal him, but she had never learned the healing magic it took to cure sickness and illness from bodies. She doubted Peter did, too. Then, suddenly, Whips cries stopped. His body swayed, and blood began to poor from his nose once more.
"Gill?" she questioned, worried.
He remained silent as he started to go limp. Arabella, not having the strength to support both of them, fell with the boy when he hit his knees. Both of them on their knees, her arms still around him, she began to panic.
"PETER!" she yelled, "PETER HELP!"
In a second, Peter was there as he quickly got to his knees as well and put a hand on her shoulder, and a hand on Whips.
"What happened?" he asked, looking between the two of them as he noticed the blood that covered the front of her green shirt and fell from Whips face, "Did someone attack you?"
"No, Peter! He's sick!"
"Sick?" Peter questioned, his eyebrow furrowing.
"He's got something he called Cancer, he said it can't be cured!" she said, growing more and more worried. She feared the boy was dying in her arms as she held him, and began to cry, "Peter he's dying!"
Quickly, with both hands still on each of them, Peter used his magic to have them all disappear and reappear inside of the mountain that held Neverland's water.
Arabella looked around curiously at the magic that seems to shine in the moonlight.
"Lay him back," Peter said as he stood up, removing his dagger holder from his belt. He set the dagger on the floor as Arabella laid Whip to his back and kept kneeling beside him. She had a hand on the top of his head, one on his chest. Tears were no longer coming from her eyes, but her face was still wet.
Peter used the leather dagger holder to scoop water from the pool the waterfall created, and walked over to the two. He kneeled down on the other side of Whip, "Raise him to sit up."
Arabella did as she was told and Whip's eyes opened slightly.
"Hey," Peter said to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, "Drink this, it's going to cure you."
Whip looked up at him hopefully, but didn't say a word as he reached for the leather holder that was slowly dripping water from the bottom that wasn't sealed properly to carry water.
Peter drew the pouch back for a moment and looked at him seriously, "Whip, it comes with a price. If you drink this, you can never leave. If you do, the magic will wear off and you will die."
Arabella looked up at him, "Peter, we can't do that. All boys have to have a choice!"
"I do," Whip said, looking to her sadly, "Live or die," he then reached his hand for the pouch again, "And I chose life."
Peter handed the pouch to him, a smile forming on his lips as the boy drank the water. In a matter of moments the color returned to Whip's face, and he sat up.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face, "I feel fantastic!"
Peter smirked in triumph, and Arabella pulled the boy into a tight hug, "I was so scared," she mumbled into the boys shoulder as she hugged him.
Whip, shocked, hugged her back awkwardly, "You care that much?" he wondered.
He had only known them for a few days.
"We're a family here," Peter said as the two removed themselves from the embrace, "And we always take care of family."
Whip smiled, nodding his head.
Still Present!
A woman walked around the camp she had made with herself and around 20 followers. After the traumatizing event of her past, she immediately left her home in search of a certain man, one who she knew would help her.
Rumpelstiltskin.
They cracked a deal together. He would return her to a youthful appearance and let her live for as long as it took her to fulfill her job. Her plan for vengeance. She would destroy the man who took everything from her.
Amused by her wishes, the man granted her with her wishes and his part of the deal was that she just finish out the job. It was too sweet to be true. The woman had planned on fulfilling what she wanted to, or die trying.
Regardless of the outcome, she would be at peace.
She sighed as she walked past the many fires that littered the small area they inhabited, tents surrounding the outer parts of that. During her adventures she had found a group of natives in the enchanted forest, those who had just lost their homes from a war.
The group had not been excited to head right back into another world, but when she told them of the magic that Neverland offered, many of them changed their minds.
Men and women, trained to fight, had traveled across worlds with her to reach this place in hopes to take it for themselves. They wanted a new home.
She wanted death. Everything out from her victory would simply be a bonus.
With a stone face she turned her head, looking to the flames. Her body was now in the appearance of a woman in her thirties. She didn't care about appearances. But the body was stronger than her old frame, holding her well so that she could have the energy and strength to lead this army.
Pulling her hand from her cape, she turned her palms upward and walked over to the small glowing blue orb that resided in the center of the camp. The orb was shooting a constant invisible magic around the camp, preventing any intruders. It also helped keep them out of sense from anybody who lived on Neverland.
She didn't want Peter Pan to be able to feel how many people were on his island, or hear what they were doing.
She didn't want Peter Pan in his camp.
They were still training for the war ahead of them.
She was still teaching them of the dangers of the island, and what they should or should not do and eat.
"Chief," she heard a Native said as she formed magic into her hand and fed it into the orb to keep it strong.
"Yes?" she said emotionless, turning her head to view the man.
He was shirtless, a hand print stamped on the left part of his chest. He was wearing trousers made of cow hides, a thick black yarn holding them together.
"The others and I were wondering how soon until we make our first attack."
The woman lowered her hood, revealing her brown hair that fell shortly past her shoulders.
"Tomorrow. Prepare tonight. We attack tomorrow," she said simply.
The man nodded, turning his gaze to a group of natives who were gathered on the other side of the clearing and nodding. The group nodded back, returning to their tents to prepare for war.
"We will be ready when the sun reaches the first line of the sky," the man said, giving a small bow to her and regaining his posture, "Until tomorrow, Mother Hubbard."
WOOT WOOT.
Bringing back old characters~
Shout out to:
Hermione, Pan hugs to you. No grumbles this time!
Scorpion, for not complaining in her review *winks* haha Pan kisses to you!
And Lily! Who is becoming my favorite reviewer. God, woman. You are just the sweetest thing. Have some Pan kisses, all over your face~ (It's okay, I'm kinda obsessed too. Half way through my first story I started reading many stories with him as well. Sooo many of them are so good! I'm glad that mine is your favorite~ I'm so flattered *hearts*
