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I awoke with a gasp, sitting up in the hammock I had been sleeping in. I had just had a nightmare. I haven't had a nightmare in years. And just like the ones I used to have, I couldn't remember anything. All I knew was that I woke up crying and screaming.

I looked to find that Peter wasn't in his hammock next to me. Judging by the lack of light coming through the window, it was still nighttime.

I was then startled to see him rush through the window and come to my side, kneeling next to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked me wide-eyed and frantic, checking me over for injuries.

"What?" I asked him back, in a dazed voice, tears still streaming down my face.

"I heard you screaming from the other side of camp." He explained.

I looked away from him and said, "I must have had a nightmare."

He relaxed slightly. "About what?"

"I don't remember."

He gave me skeptical look, but didn't push it any further. "You're safe now, Hook's gone, he left. No one's going to hurt you." He reassured me.

"I know." I said, taking a deep breath.

He helped me lay back down and then crawled in next to me. I inwardly smiled as he wrapped me in his arms and wiped away my tears. It was a welcome comfort, which made me want to cry even more.

It wasn't that my experience aboard the Jolly Roger was traumatizing, it was actually quite enjoyable for the most part. Why was I still crying?

He looked at me seriously and asked, "Why didn't you call out for me?"

I looked back at him surprise, drying the remaining tears. "It was difficult to do anything with either a gag in my mouth or a hook at my throat."

He gave me another pained expression and asked in a low voice, "Did he hurt you? Or…" He trailed off.

I shook my head quickly. "No, he was… quite the gentleman until you arrived." I chuckled.

He relaxed again and laid his head down next to mine. "I won't let anything like that ever happen again." He promised.

I chuckled once more and said, "We'll see."

I yawned, getting ready to close my eyes.

The last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep was him whispering, "I'll be here when you wake up."

I opened my eyes to see sun streaming through the open windows. I hadn't had any nightmares for the second part of my sleep. Peter was sleeping peacefully behind me. I hoped that I wasn't going to grow dependant on Peter's company to fight away the nightmares.

I turned around in his arms and watched him for a few minutes. He looked so sweet in his sleep. His grip on me grew tighter in his sleep, and I squealed, waking him up.

His eyes shot open and he smiled wolfishly at me. "Good morning, love." He said with sleep in his voice.

I groaned and shoved my face into the space between his chest and arm, trying to hide. Memories of the night before came flooding back and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how I had acted.

"I'm sorry about last night." I whispered.

He moved over slightly so that he could take hold of my chin and bring my face up to meet his. His expression was serious. "You don't ever have to apologize for that. I'm just glad I could be here and help."

I nodded and said, "You did. And thank you."

He released my chin and said, "We should probably get up before the lost boys come looking for us."

I agreed and both stood up from the hammock.

He walked over to a new dresser that I hadn't noticed the previous night. He motioned towards it and said, "By the way, there are some clothes in here for you. Feel free to do with them as you wish."

I walked over to it and opened a few of the drawers. The clothes were mostly basic, earth tone shirts and pants, but I was grateful. "For me?" I asked with a smile. He had brought furniture into his treehouse for me. I had a feeling that he had never done something like this before. I was in awe.

I turned around and faced him, smiling bright. "Thank you."

He nodded and me shyly before climbing out the window saying, "I'll leave you to it."

I changed into some new clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I still hadn't had the chance to clean up. I remembered being in this same situation on Killian's ship, and recalled that I had wanted to try out my new found "magic".

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the look and feeling of clean. I opened my eyes again after a few moments and was amazed to see that it had worked! My long dirty blonde hair was no longer greasy and tangled. The smeared dirt had been erased from my face and body, leaving my skin looking its usual pale colour. I even smelled clean!

Tossing on a pair of boots I had found next to my dresser, I climbed out the window and down the dreaded rickety ladder. I would have to ask Peter to make a safer way for me to get down later.

I was once again greeted by Felix, who looked at me with a curious expression. He handed me my breakfast, another bowl of juicy berries and a few pieces of bread.

I went and sat down on a log near the edge of camp.

Peter soon made his way over to me and sat down next to me. He turned to me with the same curious expression that Felix had worn earlier. I realized that they must have noticed that I had mysteriously cleaned myself up.

"How did you-" He started to say before I cut him off, shaking my head. He could figure it out on his own.

Just then, we were interrupted by a small voice coming from the left of us, saying, "Uhm, excuse me, miss." I looked over to see a young boy, no older than 6, looking at me with a shy expression and fiddling with his hands.

I gave him a surprised expression, smiled and said, "Well, hello there."

"I'm Jacob, and that's Charlie and Max over there." He pointed his finger behind him towards two boys, around the same age as him, sitting on the ground with interested looks on their faces.

"Hello, Jacob." I greeted him. "I'm Ana."

I turned to look at Peter, who had the exact same reaction on his face that I had.

I looked back to Jacob, who took my hand carefully, tugging on it as if he were telling me he wanted me to follow him. I stood up, leaving Peter, and let him lead me towards his friends. He sat down and motioned for me to join him.

I sat down and looked at him with an expectant but pleasant expression.

He looked at me with a small smile and almost whispered, "We were wondering if you knew any good stories."

I smiled back at him warmly and said, "Why of course I do! Would you like to hear one?"

All three of them nodded, their excitement obvious on their faces.

"Do you have any requests?" I asked.

They thought about it for a moment, until Max, who sat in the middle, spoke up and and said, "Can you tell us a story about a prince who battles a dragon to save a princess?"

"Yes, I think I have just the story for you!' I exclaim, happily.

I decide to tell them the story of Sleeping Beauty.

I tell them of how Princess Aurora was cursed by an evil witch, to fall into a deep sleep on her sixteenth birthday, only to be awoken by true love's kiss. And how the evil witch then imprisons her true love, Prince Phillip, until he is rescued by three good fairies. I go on to explain how Prince Philip defeats the evil witch, who transformed herself into a dragon, and saves Princess Aurora and that they live happily ever after.

After I finished the story, I realize that most, if not all, the younger lost boys, and even a few older ones, have all gathered around to listen. Even Felix is amongst them, hiding in the back.

I look around for Peter, but don't find him anywhere nearby.

The boys clap and demand that I tell another, until Peter suddenly appears. He calms them down by saying, "I think our storyteller deserves a break. She can tell you all another story after dinner tonight."

I give Peter a grateful smile. He motions for me to stand up and follow him. I do as he asks, and he leads me towards the clearing where we held my training not too long ago.

As we enter the familiar huddle of trees I say, "Are we going to continue my training today?"

He turns to me and says, "In a way, yes. But instead of using swords and bows, we're going to work on your magic."

"My magic?" I ask, surprised.

"Yes. As we have previously witnessed, you have something powerful. We just need to teach you how to focus it, and your magic will come to you a lot easier. Just focus on what you want, but you must believe." He explained.

I looked at him and bit my lip, anxiously. I was in for a long day.

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