Chapter 14- Surprise attack; unexpected help
Night fell over the land. James knew that Pan couldn't have survived the explosion but it never hurt to be cautious. From Hooksville, he sent a small group of crewmen to Pan's island hideout.
James had enlisted one of his best commanders to commandeer the ship. The commander was Victor, an old pal from high school who was a legend when it came to fighting and was also an excellent strategist. If the explosion didn't kill Pan, Victor and his men would.
Victor's ship arrived at Peter's island just as the moon was beginning to shine. Peter himself was nowhere in sight, as he was sleeping with Wendy. Although Victor was a genius on the battlefield, unlike James' other commanders, he hated disturbing his enemies and attacking while they were unprepared.
A rooster crowed in a tree as they waited. One of the crewmen threw a grenade into the tree, which exploded instantaneously upon contact.
Peter and Wendy woke instantly. They'd been sleeping in bed wrapped in each other's arms all night. Peter saw the flames and gritted his teeth. Wendy's tears were uncontrollable. Peter placed his hands on her shoulders. "That was my special tree." Wendy said. "What?" Peter asked. "I planted that tree when we first arrived here, and now it's gone." Wendy said, her head falling against Peter's chest and exploding with tears. "Easy, Wendy lady. It's okay, I'm here." Peter said.
Victor and his men walked onto the island. "We've waited long enough. Luke, lead the hunt for the boy." He said. There were about 50 men besides Victor himself in all. "Sir yes sir!" Luke yelled.
A solar-flare-like light erupted from the darkened sky. The darkness and moon were consumed by it, the sun shining in the moon's place. A figure's silhouette could just be seen within the light. "Hey look." Peter said, pointing at the silhouette.
As the light faded, the figure descended, landing on the shore between Peter's hideout and Victor's men. "My, my, what an entrance. How most impressive and remarkably swift, as will your death be if you don't stand aside." Victor said.
The light completely vanished. The figure who stood before them was a young man, probably in his early adult years(about 18 years) with hazel colored eyes. He wore a light blue colored jacket with a black muscle shirt on underneath it. There was something about the look on his face that filled the entire army with fear. At a closer look, Victor realized that the man's eyes suddenly shifted from hazel, to blue, then to green, to yellow, and back again. Victor didn't know if the man was controlling this action or if it was happening involuntarily.
"I'll say this once: Leave now! Otherwise, I'll have no choice but to fight you." The man said. "You fight us? Get real; you don't know who you're up against boy." Victor said. "I know exactly who and what I'm up against my friend; and I'm glad to tell you, I'm not afraid." The man said. "Well, do you have a name, kid?" Victor asked. No response. "No matter. Dead men don't need names." Victor said. The man's eye color shifted from hazel to green. Whoever he was, Victor was about to find out.