Xeede: The Cries of Neverland

by thelostgirl74

Most of you don't know me directly, but I'm the one who gave Peter the drawing of Henry. Now, before you judge me, it's not what you think. I've spent years on Neverland, forced to endure Peter Pan's mind games. When he died, I found myself stuck in a time loop. I don't sleep well on Neverland, strange dreams plague me as well as the crying that no one seems to be able to trace.

1. Hunter & The Prey

Chapter 01: The Hunter & The Prey

Neverland

Danelle:

The first time I met Peter Pan was not the first time he met me.

I was used to waking up in strange places. Never knowing if the place I chose that night was safe or not to sleep. Eating wasn't a big deal, I usually broke into houses when the owners were gone and helped myself. I only steal food, I'm no thief, well not really. My first memory was when I woke up on the sidewalk late one evening. I had no memory of my past before that. I'm sixteen now, that was five years ago. One day, I will discover who I am and where I'm from.

I blinked, taking in a deep breath as warm sunlight gently woke me up. The sound of ocean waves made me smile. Wait, ocean waves?

I sat bolt upright taking in my surroundings. A small river cut through an island into the ocean. I was on a sandy beach with a mix of forest and jungle spread out in front of me. I had fallen asleep in a back alley.

"What the..." I started.

It was pretty and all, but how did I get here? I sometimes used my magic to jump between realms, only to knock myself unconscious from the strain. Too much magic too soon. This wasn't my doing.

A boy in green appeared in front of me, just on the opposite side of the river. I stood up, wiping sand off my hands on my jeans.

"Did you really think you could get away again?" Peter asked.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I?" I asked.

Peter paced in front of me, "Feigning amnesia? Nice try. Where did you go this time Danelle?"

I stared at the boy for a moment, wondering what kind of mind game this was. "How do you know my name? I've never met you in my life," I explained slowly.

"Fine, play this game if you must. It won't save you from being punished for running away again." Peter said.

I held up my hands, "You know what? You're crazy and I'm out of here."

I turned to walk in the opposite direction. Peter raised his eyebrows at me in surprise. A blonde boy carrying a club appeared out of nowhere on my right. He was taller than the boy in green and had a scar over his eye.

Peter sighed, "Put her in the cage Felix, I'll deal with her later."

Felix had a weird smirk on his lips when something hit me in the neck. I felt woozy and took a step back before everything went black. I never did feel the ground break my fall.