Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as she held her hand against it. Her jaw clenched as she slowly moved her eyes from her own in the reflection to the smirking face of the boy who didn't cease to bother her. He was smiling at her, but it didn't reach his cold eyes. Without waiting for her to speak or react to his presence more than she did, he sauntered over towards her and knelt beside her on the ground.

"That's the one thing our magic needs to have to work; belief." He told her leaning in closer to her ear and causing her to clench her jaw again at the closeness. He smirked again before swiftly standing up and walking back towards the window.

"Now as much as I would like to stay here and watch you figure out why she doesn't believe, I have to go. I do have an island to run." He said placing one foot through the bars in her window. "Maybe when if I can back you can tell me what it feels like to not be believed in by the person you want to be believed in the most."

Rose Red's head whipped from his reflection to him with a harsh glare in her eyes, masking the hurt from the truth in his words. She only managed to glare at her retreating form as he flew away, causing her to absently think that that must be where his island is located. She glared at the direction of his island for a beat longer before her shoulders slumped and her eyes reflected just how confused she was. It didn't make sense to her, why would something so powerful need something as simple as belief. She almost snorted aloud at the thought before it turned in to a quiet yawn. She looked over to her bed to see the little cub lying on it, as she decided she would follow the cubs' decision too.

With the game forgotten in her mind for the moment, she allowed the other girls to continue looking in the sunlight as the clearing turned dark.

"Poor little Anastasia, her mama didn't want her."

Anastasia kept her head lowered as she walked through the cold halls of the orphanage she refused to call home, despite the two years she had been spending in it. Any hope she had of getting adopted into another family was gone, she knew that she would never get another family.

She squeezed her lips together as she walked past the boy's room. Their taunts echoing in her mind and refusing to leave. She didn't need their constant reminder of the truth that had already been planted and grown in her mind. The hallways spelt of cold rain and failed to provide comfort as it had usually done in the house she had lived in with her mama. All she could feel was the numbness from the rains cold on her bare feet and the deadened feeling she had been given whenever she was in this building. Soon enough, she was at the door to the girl's room. The light wood was pushed open with a creek and it slammed shut from its weight as soon as she walked through the door way and her elbows bent against her will from the heaviness.

The other girls that were in the room didn't bother to look up, knowing that it was nine year old Anastasia who held flowers in her hair and cried at night. They didn't care though; caring about others didn't lead to themselves getting a family. All the girls knew the unspoken rule, well all but one. There was one girl, a ten year old girl with a towering height for that age.

Dorothea, or Thea as she liked to be called, watched with her deep green eyes as the smaller girl slumped over to her designated bed. She watched as Anastasia flailed her head around until the head band slipped from her wild curls. The girl unceremoniously threw the flowers at the end of her bed, as if it burned her fingers, and slump into the worn quilt she had been found wrapped up in when she first arrived-or so Thea was told, she hadn't been around then to see it.

Thea continued to watch with hawk eyes trained on Anastasia until the dull toll of the bell being rung was heard, signaling that it was time to eat the afternoon stew. The golden haired girl stood up slowly and waited for Anastasia to stand up as well, when the girl didn't move, Thea left the room and trailed after the other girls that were going to the eating area.

Anastasia was late to the midday meal, as usual. She blearily trudged her small feet across the cold stone floor. She was barely able to hold back the shudders that threatened to tremor her small body. The oversized white nightgown did nothing to help with the cold that constantly plagued this part of the Enchanted Forest, Kältiene. The inside of the cold, gray, and dull stones matched the little village with its gray snow that nobody wanted to touch and the ashes that rained down on their heads after too many fires had been burned in the small gray stone houses.

With her dull blue eyes, the gray reflecting off them and making them seem colder and glazed, shifting from each impassive face as she decided where she would sit. It didn't take long for the decision to be made for her.

"You're still wearing those flowers," A stocky older boy sneered towards her face as she stood near his table.

Rather than speak back, something she had long given up on, she just stared back at him blankly, the words just sliding off. His green eyes narrowed at her and he opened his mouth to speak to her again, to bring up the original line of how her mother fled away from her and never came back. Just before he could spit out the words and a slightly deep feminine voice cut in.

"I think you should leave her alone."

Why should I do that, Dorothea?" He venomously whispered into the fair haired girl that towered over him and stood in front of Anastasia.

"If you don't I'll tell everyone about…" Her words trailed off as she tipped her head to the side and stared at him.

The only sign of recognition to her words was the slight widening of his cold green eyes and the flash of fear that Anastasia curiously noted. The boy sneered once more before leaning back in his seat. Thea stood straighter and wordlessly grasped Anastasia by her thin wrist and dragged her out of the room. The both padded across the cool stones and echoed small footfalls in the tall halls. They soon reached the heavy door to the girl's room and entered, Anastasia trailing behind the tall girl, confusion being the only emotion that shined through the dullness in her eyes. Though that soon left as they sat down on their own beds, Thea watching the girl with an expectant look.

There were obvious differences between the girls, not including appearances. Thea had all her emotions written on her face and her eyes changed with each. Anastasia kept a blank mask that occasionally, very occasionally, shifted and gave a glimmer of emotion. Thea had her heart on her sleeve and Anastasia was frozen like the village.

"What do you want." Anastasia flatly stated rather than asked. Thea shifted uncomfortably before speaking.

"I just wanted to watch over you."

"That's not hard to do." She pointed out humorlessly, even though Thea released a little laugh at her words, unfazed by the unwavering eyes that she was pointedly not looking into.

"You know what I meant." Thea sighed.

Anastasia gave a short nod, before shifting in her bed.

"I don't really believe you." Anastasia added moments later, her eyes downcast and a glimpse into her feelings were shown.

"You don't need to believe in me as long as I believe in you."

"Rose Red you have to help us!"

Rose Red gasped as she opened her eyes, hearing shrill screams from the other girls. She felt her heart twist, forgetting that she was supposed to not care about these girls, and followed the screams down to the clearing. She could dimly hear thudding steps behind her, no doubt her little cub. The clearing brightened as soon as her bare feet met the warm grass and she narrowed her eyes at the sigh before her. One of the younger girls, an eight year old named Leslie, sprawled out on the grass with the other girls crowded around her. Thea was holding the girls head and glaring at Rose Red. The other girls just crowded around with some of them crying. Rose Red walked forwards silently and raised a questioning eyebrow directed towards Thea.

"She was poisoned from the thorn you asked us to find." Thea spat out through clenched teeth.

Rose Red stumbled back a bit, flabbergasted. "That- that's impossible. There is no poison on my island."

She nodded her head surely, opening her mouth a few times before shutting it.

"You're not lying are you," Thea said slowly, seeing a flash of Anastasia in her.

"I-I… I have to go." Without a second thought Rose Red turned around and ran.

She pushed her bare feet through towering trees that smelled like the earth and rain, went past the soft dandelion plant field that sprawled on and on in wave like hills and dips, she went through different weathers-though none being snow or harsh cold temperatures- and different times of the day. Soon she had reached the edge of her island, instead of sand it was grass that slowly faded to dirt then to murky then clear water. She tentatively placed her foot into the water and watched as all dirt washed away and then placed the other one in with an innocent smile gracing her pale lips and for a moment her eyes were shining with emotions and burning bright with a shade of blue that hadn't been there in a long time.

Soon her awe was placed to the back of her mind as she placed the vacant mask back on her. She plucked a rose, pale blue this time, from a nearby vine that was splattered on a slate gray rock. The cerulean powder and light gold powder swirled around her and she fluttered her eyes shut as the magic over took and the darkness she was harboring became stronger. She flashed a wolfish smile before lifting off the ground towards the direction that the boy flew towards.

"So this is what you call an island."

A smirk played on her face when the boy turned around and faced Rose Red. She was sat in his clearing, slightly off the ground with traces of that powder on her night gown and skin, blue today. The Lost Boys stared at her with blatantly surprised faces, all but one. One stood off to the side and stared at her as if that always happened. However, Rose Red paid them no mind. She planted her bare feet into the dirt and took in the clearing. There was poorly sewn clothing hanging from rope, pots and pans and even food tossed around, a roaring fire was in the center of everything, and actual tree shacks where placed in the tree tops.

"Mine is obviously better," Rose Red continued, strolling further into the clearing. "I have a dandelion field, you know."

The boy ignored her quip, and turned to his Lost Boys. "Boys, this is Rose Red. She lives on the island I was telling you about."

"You mean that-"

"Yes, that one." He interrupted one of the boys and gave a sideways glance to Rose Red, who snapped her neck to look over at him speedily.

"How do you know my name?" Her question was simple and maybe even innocent, but just as it was with him the 'I might have to kill you now' gaze in her eyes told him otherwise.

"Don't worry," He told her with a roll of his blue-green eyes, "Your shadow told me."

Rose Red scoffed and kicked her foot at some dirt. "Can't really trust her. Huh, funny never thought I would be saying that about myself."

She shook her head with a sigh, "Anyway, I came here to see what was so great about this island."

Her eyes became malice filled once more and she looked at each boy in the eye, an unwavering and intimidating gaze that sent some unconsciously moving back-something that only happened with their leader.

"And, since you know my name it's only fair to know yours."

"Peter, Peter Pan." He informed her with a smug look.

A/N: Hello lovelies! I'm so sorry about the long wait for this chapter; I became really busy with Christmas and school. I hope this chapter explained a bit about Rose Red and Thea. Also, if you hadn't noticed one of my genres is 'Romance,' so I was wondering if you guys wanted me to change that and just solely focus on the Free Girls and tidbits of the Lost Boys, or have Rose Red and Peter Pan have a thing or her with another Lost Boy, OC or not. Also, I still need to name her island and I'm completely stumped with unoriginal names like 'Free Valley', 'Free Island,' (Wow that's creative) 'Rose Island' (Bit self-centered isn't it?) Anyway, it would be a big help if you guys could suggest some names, or I could just branch it out as another bit of Neverland. Also, do you guys want Rose Red to be mentioned in the 'Once Upon a Time' book or have stories, totally innocent and Disney-ed out, stories about her? (Which I actually find insanely funny to write and would go in depth in a side story about one that a little kid could have read to them.)

BettyBoopFan123: Don't worry! She's not 'I'm going to kill you in your sleep and dance while doing it' evil and crazy, really she isn't. She's just a bit overwhelmed with all the power that has suddenly been placed on someone so spiteful and cut off. I figured that I couldn't have Rose Red without a cute protective bear, which will be mentioned more in the next chapter. I think I'm going to have the bear age a bit but the girls staying young forever, Rose Red doesn't know it yet, but she totally wants to meet Henry and see The Savior. I'm definitely going to do Peters POV now that she knows his name! I'm super excited for that! You don't need to apologize; I would honestly be confused also. The more this story progress, the more that will be learned about everything. Aw, thanks! I think it would be amazing to have tons of reviews, but honestly even if I only had one review I would be content with just knowing one person liked to read the story… or hated it, guess it depends on the review. :P

orcafan1: Thanks! :)

Guest: Omg, you are amazing! I am assuming that you are the same guest, I'm really sorry if you aren't. It really makes me happy to see that I can convey my ideas in the chapters and they have an idea of what's happening. Thank you so much for your review!

ElektraMackenzie: Thank you! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

journey: Rose Red isn't evil per say, more overwhelmed with power and the easy idea of revenge on the people who were just as lost as her but didn't care. I hope this chapter clears up some confusion with Thea, if not I can write (which I do plan on) more flashbacks or talks with Thea to get the overall idea of her out there. I think the Rose Red/ Peter Pan pairing depends on what you guys would want to read, I would be more than happy to write them as enemies or lovers. (I have to admit I giggled at that word and felt a bit weird writing it.) I guess I should word that as true loves rather than, you know that word. Thank you for your review! :)

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Impromptu Disclaimer: I don't own OUaT, if I did Peter would be alive and we would be married, also I would have The Doctor just randomly be mentioned. Only own my OC's however, they can't take Rose Red away from me, at least not until they decided to create one. Who knows?