I sat under our families two-hundred-year-old oak tree; reading the book that Grandma Imogen had recently given me for my nineteenth birthday. It was quite an old looking thing, but it had that new book smell. It was Leather bound with a leather string hooked to the binding to help keep it closed. The paper within was thick parchment and the words in slightly faded yet bold cursive writing. When Grandma Imogen had given it to me; she had said "As you know the women in our family have a special gift. When each one of us is born, so is our book. Every word within is the truth and helps shape our future. Each one is different. Yours my dear, I fear will be your downfall. Do well to remember who you are and that we love you dearly."

No matter how cryptic she might have been, I still took every word she had told me with a grain of salt. You see, in every generation of O'Connors, there is always only one female born. Said female would be born with Metaphysical powers; whether it be only one or more. Those with more were undeniably more powerful than the rest, but no one for over hundreds of generations had ever been born with more than three.
That was of course until me.
Not even my book knows how many or what I have. Which if I do say so is quite frustrating.My eyes had begun to get heavy and I noticed the sun was starting to set, I decided it best to head back inside. Grandma Imogen was in the kitchen finishing dinner while mother was probably in the basement with her experiments.

"Would you be a dear and set the table for me?" Imogen asked.

I nodded and began to set the table.

"Grandmother?" I asked as I neatly set the plates down. She looked at me and hummed.

"What is even the point of our books? I mean yours and Mothers told you everything you needed to know about your powers and even important things that were going to happen to you or others." I state while finishing setting down the silverware on the table and then sitting down.
I sigh and put my hand on my cheek. "Mine? Mine talks about some asshole guy who flys around stealing and manipulating little kids!" I say throwing my arms out exasperated.

Grandmother starts waving her finger at me. "Féach ar do theanga! Now child, do well to remember that you are a special one. You are destined for more. Maybe this boy will have something to do with your life later on huh?" Imogen raised a brow at me while bringing food to the table.

I sat there for a moment thinking about it. He better not, I most definitely do not want some red-haired boy in green tights to have anything to do with me.

While putting some potatoes on my plate I see mother come up from the basement with soot and a smile on her face.
"Smells wonderful momma." My mother Kristiana says while inhaling deeply.
Grandma Imogen smiles and says "Thank you iníon. Now go wash up."
"Do you guys think I'll ever be like you? I mean, I'm nineteen and have yet to master one of my powers...let alone even really use any! I'm probably just a fluke. That would explain why my book is just some creepy story about a boy who steals children and a whole load of blank pages." I say, letting the words pour from my mouth.
I look to my grandmother and mother to see them both conversing in each others minds. I honestly hated it when they did that. Every O'Conner was able to do so but me. From the looks on their faces it wasn't a light topic. Probably something to do with me, my part of the O'Conner legacy was always a sore subject for momma. Every time I would ask her about it she would get upset and change the subject.

"Kristiana Aoife O'Conner...so help me. If you do not tell that poor child right now... so help the gods I WILL. She has every right to know! It's her life. Stop hiding it from her!" Imogen was furious.
A tear slid down Kristianas face.
" Fine then mother, as you wish." She took in a shaky breath and tried to calm herself.
" My love, I know that I always push this subject aside and I do apologize. You know how one of my powers is dimension and realm jumping, correct?"
I nod, not quite sure where this is going.
"Well, when it was my time to go out and I was attempting to get ahold over those powers...I somehow made it into a universe where fairytales were real. It's how I met your father."
I simply stare at her, mouth open. My mother never brought him up. I never even knew I had one. As far as I knew I came from the oak tree, same as my book.
"The reason you are the way you are is because he was magic as well. But a different kind of magic. I believe that is why your book is having trouble interpreting things. I also believe if you go to that realm for awhile your powers should kick in and your book should change. I never told you before because I didn't want you to leave and never come home. The only reason I even came back was due to your father being killed and this being my only place to go...Now, it's late. How about we all finish this conversation in the morning." Kristiana said solemnly and left to her room before anyone could disagree.
I simply nodded. Still trying to take in all of the information I was given. Grandma Imogen and I quietly got up from the table, pushing in our chairs and headed our separate ways.

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This was the third time I had woken up. Looking over at my clock, I sigh deeply and toss my head back. It's only one in the morning. I stare at the ceiling and think back to my book. Why did I have to be the odd one out? sitting up I get out of bed and walk to my balcony door. Going outside I sit in my chair, pulling my knees up to my chest and laying my head on my knees. I stare at the sky and sigh. Maybe It's my time to leave home and help people. Sure I was still having tremendous amounts of trouble with accessing my powers. But who cares? Oh right, I do!
Maybe mother was right, and I do have to go where she went? Honestly I'm mad for even thinking I could do that. Her gift is one in a million and only a few other O'Connors have even had it. But I was still smart. I could possibly get a regular job as a doctor or something. But to be the end to my families legacy? Surely destiny would still find a way to bite me in the ass. I scoff. Normal, I just want to be normal. Sighing deeply I lay back, close my eyes and fall asleep.

He could feel it. The most magic he had ever felt. It was intoxicating to say the least. He had not even felt this when he had first inhabited Neverland. Determined to find it he headed off to the no man lands hidden cave. Inside this cave laid a book and inside the book laid all that was and all that ever will be. Upon opening the book he said
"Show me the source of this power I feel"
Shocking him completely it showed a black dot on the mermaid coves shore. Normally it would show him the exact thing or person he had asked for. Maybe whatever it is was messing with the islands magic. Waisting no more time he teleported right outside of mermaids cove.
Inhaling deeply he shivered and smirked. Upon stepping forward on the beach he immediately recoiled. There was a girl laying right there in the sand...and she was the source. One would think himself to be mad, could he not feel the power leaching off of her only a few feet away.

"You can stop staring at me. This may be a dream but its still weird." The girl said, still laying on the beach.
The boy smirked.
"You are quite right, but seeing as how this is my land...I can do as I please" he said smugly.
She immediately sat up, turned around and stomped up-to him.
"Listen here what ever your name is!" She said poking his chest.
"My dream MY rules! Got that? You know...I don't even know why I'm bothering arguing. I can just snap my fingers and make you disappear." She said in a matter of fact tone.
"The names Peter, Peter Pan." He had said while sarcastically bowing.
The girl immediately laughed.
"THAT explains the dream then. All makes sense now...HA! Of couse. Stupid all knowing book." She laughed to her self as if it was the funniest thing she had ever heard.
The girl started to become transparent.
She was waking up. This wasn't good. He didn't even know who she was!
"Wait!" He yelled while lunging for her. But he was to late. She had already gone.
Pan let out a frustrated growl and kicked the sand. The buzzing and euphoric feeling were already leaving his body. He wanted it back. No, he needs it back and he was going to get it back. By any means necessary. He immediately sent out shadows, mermaids and loyal lost boys far and wide. All to find the girl with the hair as red as fire and the eyes as blue as a stormy sky