A/N : Thanks for all the reviews, follows, favorites and reads. You guys really are motivation for me to put out another chapter :D
Just for those who are unsure how to pronounce Bebelle it is (Beh-Belle) :D.
Anyways on with the story :D
Everything around her seemed hazy, the light on the island seemed too bright at times, flickering between normal and fluorescent. Blinking she tried to get a hold of her bearings. She recognized the place as the Neverland jungle but everything seemed so unfamiliar, off in color. She stepped forward and hearing a twig snap beneath her; darted her eyes down to the ground. Her usually muddied feet were clean making the small birthmark on her foot visible. She continued walking through this strange place feeling herself drawn to the voice that rested in the warm breeze. She found herself by the jungle creek and caught her reflection in the crystal waters. Her curls were a lot tamer than usual looking sleek and effortlessly styled, woven in with white flowers. She also noticed she was wearing white; which was odd considering she never once had worn the color since she was a baby. The dress was a lot simpler than her usual attire too; a simple spaghetti strap slip with only the smallest detail of stitched flowers at the hem. Another shadow cast in the water behind her and she spun around to see the person clearly. No one was there. Frowning deeply she glanced back at the creek then to where the figure should have been, beginning to feel uneasy. Her mood reflected on the island around her as the brightness of the island faltered, dimming dramatically.
"Bebelle"
Glancing at all direction she tried to identify where this mysterious voice was coming from.
"Bebelle"
Her name was whispered once more and instead of following the voice she found herself running through the jungle, desperate to try to run away from it.
She felt as if the island was trying to stop her getaway, every vine, tree and leaf becoming an obstacle. Feeling like she was far enough away from whoever the voice belonged two she stopped looking back through the jungle forest. Hugging her arms to herself she felt a sudden chill.
"Bebelle"
The voice was stern this time, like a mother scolding their child. Bebelle turned to the voice her frown deepening as she was unable to figure out who this person was. It was as if as soon as she looked at the figure in front of her, their image was erased from memory. Not liking the confusion Bebelle instead opted for looking at her feet.
"Something's coming"
"What?"
Bebelle snapped her head up for a minute forgetting about the headache that she received from looking at this person.
"Something bad"
"Wha-What do you mean something bad? Who are you?"
"Bad Magic happens"
The figure disappeared from bebelle's sight and shortly after everything faded to black.
Bebelle shot up out of bed with a gasp, shaken up by her dream. To clear her head she stepped outside into the night. It was very chilly and the cold night wind froze her making her shiver. Curling up by the fire she focused and lit it basking in the warmth. Still feeling cold she edged closer to the fire and intensified it's heat. She felt a presence approach her but did not call out to them, instead drawing her knees up under her chin and gazing into the burning embers. A blanket was placed around her shoulders and Bebelle jumped surprised by the action. Turning to Felix, who was moving to sit beside her she smiled at him.
"Thank you"
Felix nodded accepting the thanks and sent a small smile her way.
"You can take down the dark one with your mind yet you can't figure out how to get a good nights sleep."
Felix teased and Bebelle glared at him.
"You know it was different this time"
Felix raised his eyebrows genuinely interested.
"It was?"
"Uh huh, this time they said something"
"What did they say"
"It was probably nothing"
Bebelle trailed off and Felix raised an eyebrow at her.
"What did they say Dolly?"
"They said something's coming, something bad and then they said something about magic too"
Bebelle chewed her lip waiting for Felix to say something.
"Anything else?"
"It was weird, I couldn't see who it was but I felt like I knew them somehow, like I've met them before"
"Whoever it is, whatever it means we'll figure it out"
Bebelle smiled at Felix.
"I'm scared Felix, I can't help but have this bad feeling"
Bebelle found herself admitting her fears to Felix, she felt like she could tell him anything, more things than she could tell Peter sometimes.
"You don't need to be scared Dolly"
Bebelle grinned.
"Why because you'll protect me"
Felix winked at her and she stuck her tongue out at him. Bebelle cocked her head to the side then rose to her feet.
"Baelfire, he's here"
Felix nodded then ordered Bebelle to stay while he went to get Pan. Soon enough the two joined Bebelle.
"Felix, go find Baelfire, Bebelle you're staying here."
"But-"
Bebelle was about to protest but Peter put up a hand shushing her.
"I need you here for when the real fun starts"
Bebelle let out a sigh and left the two boys going to her corner to paint. She felt Peter's presence behind her but ignored him, focusing on her painting of the jungle.
"Dolly"
"I'm busy"
"Your'e not busy, you're just keeping busy"
Bebelle shrugged.
"Same thing"
Peter let out a laugh and moved around so he was in front of her and leaning over the canvas.
"Come for a walk?"
Bebelle nodded and put down her things.
"Fine"
She went to stand up off her stool and a wave of dizziness suddenly came across her causing her to stumble. Peter quickly caught her stopping her from falling then looked her over to check she was okay.
"Bebelle are you feeling okay?"
Bebelle placed a hand over her head to try to soothe her sudden headache.
"I'm fine, I..I just feel a little dizzy"
Peter watched her unsure and she smiled at him to confirm she was okay. Eventually he let go of her and the began to walk to the other side of the camp.
Bebelle could here whispers inside her head getting louder and let out a scream sinking to her knees as she felt like a part of her had been ripped away from her. Peter crouched down beside her not sure what to do or what was happening and the lost boys did the same rushing around the camp to try do something.
"I can't feel it I can't feel any of it"
Tears were streaming out of her eyes and she clutched her head in her hands seeing blurs of Regina and Emma doing some sort of spell.
She continued to scream in pain her voice echoing throughout the island seeming to make everything dimmer. She was aware Peter was talking to her but she just couldn't hear him, he felt so far away.
"Why are they doing this to me why"
Her throat was hoarse from the screaming and she began to cough.
"Peter make them stop, it hurts make them stop!"
She heard a faint soothing voice calling to her repeating her name as if it was a lullaby and eventually her lids felt heavy and closed, taking her into darkness.
"Bebelle dear"
Bebelle blinked around her taking in her surroundings. She was outside of Pan's compound. She furrowed her brows then turned to the voice that had called her. It was a Woman, quite young, she barely looked that much older than Bebelle herself. Her hair spilled down her shoulders in chocolate curls, much like Bebelle's her eyes were even the same shade of brown but unlike Bebelle's they seemed saddened. Bebelle was in awe of the woman, she was dressed in a beautiful black gown with long billowing sleeves, she looked like a Princess, or a Queen for that matter. The woman smiled at Bebelle and moved closer to her, picking up her skirts to reveal bare feet.
"What's going on?, who are you?"
The woman chuckled.
"You know me, you've known me for a long time"
Bebelle blinked confused.
"You were the one in my dreams, you were warning me about something"
The woman nodded.
"But why?"
"Because my darling, i made it my job to project you, I had to warn you."
Bebelle widened her eyes coming to realization.
"You're my mother?"
The woman gave Bebelle a sad smile.
"Yes, I only wish we could have met in other circumstances"
"But you gave me away"
"I had to, if I didn't they would have killed us both, and I could not have let you died."
Bebelle's eyes were teary.
"Who?"
"Bad people, they wanted my magic, but they wanted you even more"
"They killed you."
Her mother nodded.
"But if you're dead how, how can I talk to you"
The woman held her hand out for Bebelle and lead her to the camp. A few Lost boys were running past her and Bebelle wondered why they had noticed her. As if reading her mind the woman spoke.
"They can't see us my dear"
"But..."
Bebelle trailed off seeing Peter and the rest of the lost boys surrounding a small girl with chocolate curls and a pink dress, that seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
Clasping her hand over her mouth she let out a yip in terror turning to her mother.
"Is that...am I dead?"
A/N: Well i hope you guys like this chapter a lot of different things to mull over :P I know it's on the smaller side, but i promise next chapter will be a lot longer :D Anyways read and review let me know what you think xxx
