Emma
"I'd be careful if I were you, captain. You may not care about a scratch, but my friends here, well, all of our weapons? Dripped in Dreamshade."
"Back!" The command from Killia-Hook was instantaneous. At Pan's comment he didn't so much as blink before ordering us all to take a step away from the children armed with child like weaponry.
"Ah yes. I forgot. You have some experience with the toxin." Pan's words dripped of snark. "Your brother, was it not?"
"What do you want, demon?"
"I want the firstborn child of that girl behind you. And I shall get it one way or another."
"She doesn't have a firstborn child. She isa child. Why don't you let us go on our merry way and we'll come back in a few years when she's older, yes?" Hook suggested, tipping his nonexistent hat and turning from Pan, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me away.
"Not so fast. I did a little...research. As it turns out, the bint lied to me." I stilled. I had, of course. I had lied to him a lot. Which lie was he worried about now? "17, I was told. 17 the young girl was. And when I said as much she didn't refute me."
"You are sprouting nonsense again, child." Hook responded with a snarl.
"Oh really? So it shocks you to know that the 'girl' in question is 23 years old?"
"25." I spat out. "Actually. "The 'girl' in question is 25. And if it shocks you to know that I lied to you, then perhaps you would do well to remember that I was locked up in a cage at the time. You'll have to forgive me if my trust failed to abound."
"And yet you, like so many of us on this island, have, shall we say, retained your youthful glow." Pan sneered.
"Neverland is not the only place where time stands still." A hint of recognition flashed across Hook's face as he recalled my tales of other realms.
"Is that so?" Pan asked, leering at me. "Well then I have no qualms whatsoever about my next steps. Felix. Bring her to me. She shall bear my child and I shall have the heart I need." An inhuman snarl rang through the air as Killian stepped in front of me, sword suddenly drawn.
"Worth that much to you, is she?" Pan asked mockingly. "I'm not planning on killing her. You can have her back when I'm done." I could feel fury, welling up inside me. He planned to...ugh. Either way. He wouldn't get what he wanted. My firstborn son, was dead. He couldn't have him. I couldn't have him. Henry was gone, dead. The anger began to swirl inside me and I could feel the magic, itching, pulling at my skin, dying to get out. I couldn't hold it in much longer. It was then that I realized, why should I hold it in? Hook hated me either way. The crew needed me to get out of here. And we were in, how to say it? A pickle. Pan might kill my friends if we didn't get out of here soon. If there was ever a time to use my magic, it was now.
"Step aside, Hook." I snarled. "This isn't your fight."
"Awww. The Princess is angry!" Pan laughed. "Adorable really." A ball of fire welled up in my palm and the air around me was suddenly silent, as the pirates I had called friend backed away, in shock.
"You twisted little fiend." I growled, throwing the fire in his direction. He dodged it, but his mien had very quickly taken a serious turn. "You think to take me as though I am some object that can belong to one man or another?" Another fireball sent his way, this time, causing Pan to draw his own fireball, holding it threateningly, looking directly at me. "You are a fool. You are a fool to think that I am so weakly taken, by one man or another. You are a fool to think I would allow others to fight for me when I am clearly very capable of fighting for myself."
"When did you get magic, wench? Have you stolen it from the fairy? You weren't always this way. I recall. The night I took you from your bed, you took my hand. You followed meekly. You were weak."
"It wasn't weakness." I hissed. "You lied to me.I thought you were death, coming to take me away. A dark shadow flew to me in the middle of night and said it would take me to my son. I believed it. I took its hand, thinking it would take me to the world of the dead. But this is not that place. You lied, Pan. And I shall kill you for it."
"You wished to die?"
"I wish every day that I was dead. Those I love have passed on and I would be with them in a heartbeat if I could."
"I am happy to assist you in your endeavor, Princess. But first, I shall have your firstborn from you." He said with a smirk.
"Then you will have to follow me into hell itself."
"Don't be so bleak. I can hurry the process along. And then kill you."
"You misunderstand me. If you are looking for my firstborn, you are too late, Pan. Take it up with the Witch Clarissa."
"You speak in riddles wench."
"My firstborn child is dead. Curtesy of Clarissa of Cilcia. If there were any possible way to get him back I would have done it by now. He is lost. Forever." My voice had cracked and I could feel tears streaming down my face but they did not make me weak. I would not break. He had fueled the fire that was in my soul, the fury over the loss of my Henry. "You have done all of this for naught. You are far too late. And now, without his heart, you will die. But not before I make you pay for what you have done to me and what you have done to my friends, but most of all, what you planned to do to my son." A shot of magic streamed from my hand towards the tiny demon, and he met it halfway, with a shot of his own. It was small, weak. He was loosing by an exceptional amount. Without even trying my magic shot closer and closer to him and he began quivering, from the exertion, and very likely from nerves.
"Please!" He screamed, seemingly not quite sure what he was begging for. After another moment I closed my fist, stopping the stream of energy.
"I will let you live. And I will watch as the magic fueling this island runs out and you loose what you so desperately hold dear. But not before I cash in on our deal." I turned to the Lost Boys. "Pan has agreed that all who wish to leave the island and be reunited with their parents may come with us when we depart. Know that the magic keeping you young will run out, and soon. But more than that, know that Pan didn't so much as blink an eye when I asked for you to join us. He does not care about you, never did. Your parents, however, as someone who has lost a child I can tell you with the most utmost certainty, that they are looking for you. That even if they have been assured that you are dead, they never really stop looking for you. They want you back, and they will do whatever they can to make that a reality. We shall be soon departing. Those who wish to return are welcome."
"Emma," Demetri asked gruffly. "We still don't know how to leave the island."
"His mind is weak." I said, nodding at Pan. "He does not guard his secrets well. Why should he? He doesn't make regular dealings with those that might be able to explore them. The star map, it is more than that. It can hold his shadow. We need to capture it and use it to fly us out of here. And I have a pretty good idea as to how to do that."
Hook
Twenty Five. I knew she was older than her looks suggested. She had mentioned a world where time had stopped before. It make sense, I guess. (In all honesty, it made me feel a bit better about sleeping with her. Not much. But a bit.) Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way.
"Is that so?" Pan asked, leering at her in a way that made my skin crawl. "Well then I have no qualms whatsoever about my next steps. Felix. Bring her to me. She shall bear my child and I shall have the heart I need." I recognized the noise that rang through the air as my own as I forced myself between the Lost Boys and Emma. My sword was drawn and I could feel my heart pumping faster than usual. He wished to bed the Princess. Against her will. Enough to impregnate her and then take the child for some nefarious purpose. I would die before that happened.
The next few moments unfolded in a manner that I couldn't quite explain. So much information unfolded that set my head spinning. She had magic. A great deal of it, and powerful too. She had come to this island because she had thought that Pan's shadow had meant to kill her. She had wanted to die. She had born a child, a son. And he had been killed. She had made a deal to ensure the safety of the Lost Boys. She had taken away all that Pan had been searching for, for years, the very reason he stole boys from their beds. He had been looking for her son. And now she defied him in a way that I could barely comprehend.
She had a son. She had lost him. I had seen what leaving her son on purpose had done to Milah. Imagine the pain in knowing that her child was dead and gone and there was nothing she could do for it. No wonder she had wanted to die, to be with her child. I closed my eyes. There was nothing I could do to fix this. There was nothing I could do to make her happy, to help her. She was lost, and I had been blessed with a few intertwining moments, but someone so lost could never truly belong to someone like me. She could never be mine. She was too far lost. A Lost Girl.
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"This isn't happening." Pan was groaning. "It isn't possible! Your firstborn is to have the Heart of the Truest Believer. A witch wouldn't just kill a child like that." The pain in Emma's eyes was immense at this conversation and I made my way to the boy.
"She has decided to spare you. To allow you to live your life out, the rest of your years in peace simply knowing that you have lost." I hissed at him. "But I may not be so kind and forgiving. I will torture you every day for the rest of your miserable life if I have to. So shut up while I'm feeling inclined to follow her lead on this."
"You don't understand! None of you understand! Her firstborn child was foretold. It was to be of the lines of lightest and darkest magic. His mother was to be the product of true love and his father from a line of dark magic like no other. His father was to be a dark lord in his own right."
"Baelfire wasn't dark!" Emma roared, turning on Pan. "He wasn't dark. He was good in a way you could never understand."
"And his father?" Pan asked with a smirk. "Tell me of Rumpelstiltskin. Is he so light and wonderful?" Emma's boot found Pan's face before she stormed away and I was amidst laughing when I realized what she had said. Baelfire. Emma's son belonged to Baelfire. They had been…together. Intimate. Very likely…very likely in love. It wasn't for certain. But it stood to reason, that the man Emma had loved with all her heart and soul, the man whose child she had fathered, that man, was the love of her life. Which meant that at some point, Emma had killed Baelfire. Emma had killed Milah's son.
Author's Note: I'm awful. I know. I promised updates and I've taken fiveever. (As in LONGER than forever.) I'm SOOOOOO sorry! I hope that you'll forgive me and I really, really, REALLY, hope that you review and let me know what you think about how this story is unfolding! xoxo -E