A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was my favorite one to write. I just love faeries so much!

"Ronan, my dear boy." Killing greeted him with in a mocking tone.

"Killing," Ronan responded through gritted teeth.

"How have you been?"

"I found the girl. We are meeting tomorrow in the clearing." He stated simply.

"That's all very nice, but you haven't answered my first question."

"Considering the fact you killed my parents?" Ronan retorted angrily.

"You're still mad about that? It was seven years ago. You really must learn to move on from such tragedies," Killing responded heartlessly.

Ronan struggled to control his anger, " How can you be so evil?"

"It's very simple you see, I have this entire book…well never mind. I don't want to bore you. So is the girl liking you?" Killing asked, changing the subject abruptly.

Ronan was fuming, but answered a respectful "I suspect so."

"Well, you know the plan." Killing lowered his voice, "I promise you, that when I kill Pan, and find his treasure you will get your freedom."

Killing watched as Ronan slowly left his office. The boy had so much potential, if only he could see the benefits of being truly evil. Of course, Killing knew he would never give Ronan freedom. Maybe he could become captain one day. He sighed; he'll come around eventually.

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"So do you understand?" Peter asked motioning to the parchment.

"Yes, it's very clever Peter." Margaret complimented.

"Of course, what else would you expect from a boy such as myself? Oh the cleverness of me!"

Margaret rolled her eyes playfully in annoyance. He was so conceited, but that was strangely what made him so lovable. She glanced out the window. The sun was setting, transforming the sky into a rainbow of colors. Everything seemed so much lovelier in neverland, she didn't think she would ever get used to it. She turned to Peter and saw him admiring the sky as well, a blissful look of innocence across his face. He would always be a boy and nothing more. But I guess that's the magic, she thought. For he wouldn't be Peter Pan if he grew up, now would he?

"Margaret," Peter faced her, a smile crossing his face, " Do you want to see the faerie glen?"

"Of course! But, shouldn't we rest? I mean we're going to need our energy."

"Nope, the lost boys insisted on going on another hunt. They won't be back for a couple of days. As long as Killing doesn't find our hideout we're fine."

"In that case, I would love too! I can't believe I'm going to see real faeries!" Margaret could hardly contain her excitement, and this caused Peter to laugh at her. "What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing, its just girls are so…predictable."

"Hey!" Margaret punched his arm lightly, pretending to be deeply offended.

"So are you ready?"

"I've only been waiting my whole life!" she responded, slipping her hand into his as they glided off into the setting sun. Margaret had never felt so carefree in her entire life, all her worries were forgotten, and the fact that her grandfather was in the hospital was far from her mind.

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Ronan stared at the sunset, carefully sketching every single detail into his sketchbook. As the wind gently whipped his face, it caused the pages of his sketchbook to flutter. He would paint the colors in later; he liked to use a color by number system. It was the way his mother had taught him how to paint. His concentration was momentarily lost when he heard a gunshot from below. Glancing over the side of his basket, he realized that a very drunk Killing had just killed a man for no reason. The safety of the crow's nest was one reason why it was Ronan's most favorite place on the pirate ship. He was so high up, and removed from the pirates, he actually felt like he was back home again. He felt so free up here, like a normal boy. He refocused on his picture, he was sure Margaret would love it, and the thought of her smile upon receiving it made his heart flutter. Ronan even wondered if she was staring at the same sunset, thinking of him, as he was thinking of her. He couldn't wait to see her tomorrow, who knows what adventures they would have?

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"We're almost there," Peter assured Margaret.

"Awesome," she replied, she was finally getting use to this flying business. Neverland was so pretty at night. She had never seen so many stars in one sky! Well, duh, she corrected herself, you are on a star. She felt so privileged to be flying around such a magical place.

"Ok," Peter started lowering himself to the ground, "Let's walk from here, the forest makes it too hard to fly through."

"Kay," she slowly followed suit.

After what seemed like only minutes, she had reached the faerie glen. Disappointed, she saw nothing.

"Watch this," Peter whispered before whistling a note so high Margaret couldn't even hear it. Immediately, they were approached by two faeries, one of them Margaret happily noticed was Irving.

"Hello, gifted one, Miss Margaret," Irving greeted politely. "I'll call the faeries out, everyone it's ok, it's just Peter! We really have to be careful that Killing doesn't come and force us to use our magic for evil."

Margaret was in tears of amazement, as she watched what she saw next. In only her wildest dreams could she imagine what was happening. As soon as Irving gave the ok, millions of tiny little lights lit up the forest. Curiously, some faeries even flew right up to her and introduced themselves. They were all so beautiful! She curtsied to each one, and politely introduce herself, complimenting them continuously. She was even surprised to see some of the girl faeries flitting about her hair, and playing with it. She almost fainted when one of them complimented on how she was very beautiful. At this point she was beaming at Peter, and her face hurt from all her excitement.

"I knew you'd like it." Peter folded is arms smugly.

'I LOVE it!" she passionately replied. "Oh Peter…." She gave him huge hug, "I will never ever forget this!"

All Peter did in response was smile and say, "Would you like to meet the king and queen?"

A speechless Margaret nodded her head yes and followed Peter to the middle of the excitement. He bowed immediately. "Your highnesses may I present to you Margaret."

Margaret curtsied extremely low.

"It is such a pleasure to meet you," the king replied.

"You are so beautiful," the queen complimented.

"Thank you. Though I am not as nearly as beautiful as you both." Margaret quickly added.

"Gifted one, is she a descendent of the Wendy lady?" the queen asked him.

"Yes," he replied and Margaret added,

"She is my grandmother,"

"Ahh, I see." The king said, "Have you any other siblings?"

" Yes, a sister named Tara. Your highnesses, is there anyway to make someone believe that a magical place like this exists? How can you create hope in someone?"

"Does your sister no longer believe?"

"Yes, and I know it would make her much happier if she had some hope again."

"You must have hope for her, that is the only way. Show her something that will force her to abandon reason." The queen answered.

"Thank you so much, I will carry your words with me when I return home."

"No problem, enjoy your stay in the faerie glen."

"Oh I will," Margaret answered, and the queen laughed. All of a sudden Peter spoke up,

"Would you care to dance?"

"Sure," Margaret replied without hesitation, and knew without a doubt she was the mostlucky girl in the world.