503 years ago…
"Tinkerbell, what is the matter?"
Tigerlily swung onto the ledge of a rickety platform above Pixie Hollow and landed in front of a hammock. She had been taking a midnight stroll when the green fairy zipped into her line of vision, asking for help. With no question, she followed Tink back to the Pixie Hollow.
It was about Peter. She marched towards the rocking hammock, expecting to find the boy in a tranquil slumber. But no, an unforgettable sight played out before, one that changed the way she saw her companion. His face was sickly pale, glistening from sweat. He moaned and jerked violently in his sleep, rocking the hammock enough to topple over.
Tinkerbell stomped on his head to wake him up but ended up being swatted away, "I was worried this would happen," she puffed, "He tries to stay awake but after many nights of this his body has no choice but to rest. This has been happening since he got here."
The fairy circled the bed to fetch a washcloth on the bedside table. so Tigerlily put a hand on his chest and felt it rise in irregular patterns. Whatever he was seeing, it was traumatizing.
A flash of movement startled her when Peter suddenly grabbed her hand, "Rumple," he rasped. Tigerlily mouthed the name to Tink who shook her head. Who was Rumple?, "Help me! They're pulling me away. The water-"
"Peter!" Tigerlily shouted. He didn't listen. He clawed the air with one hand and clutched his throat with the other as if he was suffocating.
"He thinks he drowning," she realized, "I recall him saying he survived a shipwreck,"
A traumatic experience it must have been for a boy, trapped in the middle of the sea. The mermaids and pulsing torrent pulling him down to its deathly depths. Tigerlily scanned the situation and found the source of the problem.
Peter's hammock mimicked the rocking of a boat. There was a river nearby that trickled into a waterfall. The sound of churning water in the distance and the rocking reminded him of that fateful day.
Tink found the washcloth but Tigerlily tugged it away from reach, "It will not help."
It was hard to see Peter like this, but she didn't know how to quell him. This was a job for a mother, but neither she or Tink had the experience.
Then she thought back to when one child in her village had nightmares much like Peter's. The mother took the crying boy in her arms and sang a soft lullaby.
With no other choice, Tigerlily climbed into the hammock and propped Peter up she could slide underneath him. She cradled his head in her arms as she had seen the mother do. Just by her touch, Peter stopped wiggling and relaxed slightly. Tinkerbell watched in amazement at the scene before her. Tigerlily didn't mind her and continued. She didn't need to search for a lullaby. She pulled one from her memory, an old favorite.
In her native tongue, she sang an old Picaninny tale of a warrior who had been separated from his family and traveled far and wide to find them again with the guidance of the sky spirits. The words flowed from her mouth without much thought for she heard this lullaby many times. Her voice may not be as smooth and silvery as other girls but it calmed Peter down nonetheless.
By the time she finished, Peter was sleeping soundly against her. Tigerlily moved to leave but he stirred.
"Thank you," Tinkerbell said gratefully, "You need to stay. At least until morning, that is."
Tigerlily nodded, not wanting to risk Peter returning to his nightmare. So there she lay in the hammock with him until the sun rose. She left before he could wake because if he found out he had to be rocked to sleep like a baby, it would hurt his pride.
She and Tinkerbell came to a conclusion to never speak of this to Peter or even ask about this 'Rumple' he kept muttering in his sleep, fearing it could trigger more nightmares. But whoever it was, it had to be someone Peter must have really cared about.
A pulsing fury beat inside Tigerlily as she charged through the hospital. She left Grace and the Zimmers in the care of Mother Superior and Sheriff Swan back at the operating room.
She was off to kill the Evil Queen.
How dare she give her this new identity? One where she was so defenseless and weak. Before the curse, there was only one time she ever came close to being this vulnerable and she wished to not return to that. Not to mention, it was the very reason why she left Neverland.
Everything clicked when she woke up from the curse. Gaps and mysteries in her curse life were suddenly explained. Each terrible event after another, with Graham's death, Katherine's disappearance, Mary Margaret's arrest- it had all been orchestrated by Regina.
Now she snapped back to normal, and she was hellbent on making Regina pay. She was going to die for killing Graham. He replaced her father in many ways, one being that he actually cared for her. She could have started a new life with him in the Enchanted Forest- traversing the forests with no definite place of rest. Just them and nature but like always, the Evil Queen had to interfere.
Tigerlily had she was out for blood.
497 years ago...
Tigerlily was considering cannibalism. She hadn't eaten for days and was starting to feel her stomach shriveling from idleness.
She and Peter had been exploring these mysterious series of caves along the base of the Nevermountain awfully close to Dark Hollow, when in the middle of their exploration the entrance collapsed behind them.
To find another exit, the two had ventured deeper into the cave. They were stunned to find that it went miles and miles, containing paths and mini caves within the rock. Tigerlily could not apply her survival skills in a place where there were no notable landmarks to track their path or animals to hunt so she was left to wander in this labyrinth with her extremely talkative companion.
This lasted for several days and now came to the point where Peter stopped talking and Tigerlily could no longer move ahead of him. The little energy she gained from eating beetles and collecting waterdrops from stalactites wasn't enough to travel farther.
Tigerlily was against the cave wall, Peter beside her. He was in worse shape than she. Peter, being fairly new to Neverland, was reluctant to go to such lengths to survive. Tigerlily had to force feed the beetle into his mouth to keep him from dying the previous day. She looked at him though her spotted vision. He was paler, his clothes dilapidated and was trying to salvage his air. He was too tired to even fly.
It was clear that neither of them were going to make it.
"Tigerlily," he panted. She didn't respond, not in the mood to talk, narrowing her eyes at the cave walls in annoyance, "No matter what happens, I…" he coughed, "I don't blame you in any way for our untimely demise."
She turned her head sharply, "It is not my fault!" It was entirely Peter's idea to go looking in the caves. If she had it her way, they would have been picking berries to fill their archery dummies with.
"You wanted to come here," She didn't see why. The only cave worth visiting was the one they explored together for the first time, the Jaguar Habitat.
"Berry picking isn't exactly the most thrilling expedition," Peter shot back.
"But we would have our lives...and not to mention berries,"
Both their stomachs rumbled in harmony at that statement. Peter threw his head back and groaned, "I would kill for something to eat!" he proclaimed.
Tigerlily's eyes flickered to her axe laying next to a stalagmite, along with her deerskin pouch. No, she scolded herself for even contemplating killing Peter for meat. She refrained herself from acting on her primitive instincts.
"Do you know why I chose this hunk of rock?" he asked exasperatedly, emitting the same levels of irritation as she was.
Tigerlily tore off the fabric holding her braids together, letting her wavy hair free along her shoulders, "Enlighten me."
"This cave is alive," he said, "I don't know if I'm just hallucinating but I could feel the walls shrink and expand as if it were breathing. This formation's been created to to toy with us, to trap us. I've seen fairies wander in here and never come out,"
"Then why in the blazes did you bring us here?" She frowned inwardly at her choice of words, but retained her outrage. Peter's phrases must had rubbed off on her.
"I thought we could handle it," he admitted, "On the few adventures we've embarked on, we always escape unscathed. But I guess we should never break inside without knowing another way out first."
He had firm belief in their abilities, Tigerlily speculated. She could hear the conviction in his voice. By those words it made it seem like they were friends, but in truth, they were not. Tigerlily knew they were holding back secrets. They didn't fully trust each other yet, "You have big faith. Faith on a person you hardly know." She let it sink in for a while. She could tell Peter was mulling it over.
"Honestly, I didn't think you would stick around."
She frowned, not understanding, "What do you mean?"
The cringing sound of gravel scraping against the ground filled the cave as Peter shifted away from her. He didn't want to talk about it.
"We're about to die," she reminded him, "There is no use in keeping secrets."
Peter's back continued to face her. Sighing, Tigerlily sunk deeper into the cave wall and played mindlessly with her long locks. She wouldn't leave her hair down like this and had always wondered what she would look like without her braids. Minutes into fiddling with her hair, she decided to tie it up again, deeming her hair frizzy. She had half her hair gathered in one hand when Peter returned to converse.
"Leave it," he said in a hush tone, head down, "Might want to look a bit like a lady when we die?"
"I would be careful if I were you. You may not know when your words will be your last, so make sure it is something worth taking to the grave," The air was thinning around them and Tigerlily found herself struggling to keep a regular breathing pattern. She threw her bands across the cave in surrender. She had tried everything- picking at the rock with her axe, retracing their path- nothing. She officially gave up.
Peter, sensing their end coming soon, ultimately gave in as well. "This is really it then."
He lowered his gaze and licked his lips, dry and cracked, and revealed to Tigerlily, "Fine. I didn't think you were going to stay because...no one ever does. People always leave me one way or another.
"People, as in your family," Tigerlily gathered. Then she finally popped the question, "Who's Rumple?"
"How did you-?"
"You said his name in your sleep,"
Peter raised an eyebrow but didn't question her further, "Rumple's my brother."
"Tell me more about him," This could keep their minds off their impending doom.
He scratched his head. Years passed since he last saw his brother. Being on Neverland this long made him forget much of his past life, though he could never forget Rumple. The mental picture he had of him was beginning to fade through the void of time. Now Tigerlily brought him up, and the pain of loss returned to him. He was desperate to latch onto those happy memories of him. He needed to describe him before he was gone from his memory completely
"My brother. He-he meant everything to me. All I wanted to do was to protect him from our monster of a father. He had called me, Pan. Peter Pan. A bit silly when I first heard it. But I let it stick. It was better than carrying my rotten father's last name," He checked if she was listening. She nodded in acknowledgement and allowed him to continue.
"He made it seem like I was a hero," he smiled, relishing in the memories. "I used to play my flute for him, lulling him to sleep despite our grimy conditions. If you were to see him, see how his big, green eyes just grow when he looks at you, you wouldn't be able to say no him,"
"We weren't well off. I played on the streets for money. I had to worry about our next meal, where to sleep- things a boy should never be concerned about."
"When we met, you said you were on a ship," Tigerlily remembered.
Peter closed his eyes, trying to remember the details, "My father, he had some unpaid debts. Yes. That's it. He did business with this one gang of thieves. Bad news they were. Anyway, we seeked passage on a merchant ship sailing to a port city where the exchange will take place. On the second night, I wake up to find Rumple gone and the ship in chaos. I found him on the upper deck and saw a storm brewing up ahead. I tried to reach for him, but he wanted to look for our father," He scowled, "He was so naive. Little did he know, our father was indulging himself with the treasure below deck,"
"The storm broke the ship in half and somehow me and my father ended up on the same side of the wreckage. He held my hand to keep me from drifting away. And for a second, I thought he had a heart, that he actually you know... cared. But then, some of the treasure came floating past. It was me or the treasure. Can you guess which one he chose?"
She said nothing. But Peter expected her to, "Well? This is the part where you say 'I'm sorry' or 'that must have been terrible'."
Tigerlily wasn't going to say those things. She had no need to offer sympathy. It wouldn't benefit either of them if she did, "And what of Rumple?" she said instead.
Her reaction temporarily fazed him. Peter would normally get agitated if someone tried to console him. The fairies gave him one too many, but Tigerlily was different.
"I saw him being taken into a rowboat as I drifted away. He's survived,"
"And you could not swim,"
"My father knew that. Yet he let me go anyway." Now his voice changed. It carried resentment, "You see, adults are never to be trusted, Tigerlily. Especially parents. They use us children to fulfill their own selfish needs, not caring about us one bit! My mother died after Rumple was born. She was away a lot but was probably just as worse as father,"
"My mother died after I was born," Tigerlily said, feeling like they hit common ground, "The Shadows took her. I was told she put me first, making sure I survived rather than making sure she did."
"That explains it. You grew up without mother, that's why you act more like-"
"A boy?" she finished off, "My father taught me how to hunt, run, track- skills I needed to survive in a world dominated by the strong. He said the world doesn't belong to the weak. and feeble. In order to live, you cannot have weakness. I hunt and kill. I do what needs to be done. All for the sake of my people,"
"He doesn't love you, you know," he noted.
"Love is not important when it comes to surviving. He raised me because he was obliged to. I was never raised upon a love," Tigerlily had always thought love was unnecessary in life. She survived this long in the harsh jungles of Neverlands without it. She didn't need and she wasn't going to start anytime soon.
"Me neither," Peter confided, "But that doesn't keep you from loving people. My father had never shown me love, yet I could give my love to Rumple. I don't know what incense your father's been wafting over, but love is important. It kind of gives a warm feeling inside. Like...a hearty stew,"
"Like stew?" she laughed at his attempt at a clever analogy, "Love is like a stew?"
"A really good stew. Love is supposed to make you feel happy when you have an off day. Like a hearty bowl of soup would do for me," he explained the logic behind it. It did make sense although Tigerlily couldn't take it so seriously.
"Love is quite magical. Maybe the most magical thing in the world," he shrugged, "or so the fairies would tell me,"
"Magic has a price,"
"But with love, it's worth paying. I would do anything for my brother. And if that means putting myself in harm's way then so be it. I've heard stories, where it seems impossible for the two lovers to reunite. A man could have been wounded in battle yet he will crawl for miles to get to his wife for the sake of love. If that doesn't show strength, then I don't know what does,"
"Love is strength. The world belongs to people who love. We are loved, Tigerlily. If not by our parents, then by… friends,"
"So we are friends now?"
"Of course," Peter held his hand out and Tigerlily shook it wholeheartedly. A friend, she bemused, she never had one before.
Then suddenly the cave rumbled. stalagmites shook, some breaking off and shattering as it fell to the ground. Tigerlily tried to shield and ended up burying her head between her knees to avoid the failing rocks. The rumbling intensified for only a second before stopping.
Looking up, Tigerlily made sure she and Peter were okay. She unwound herself from her protective position to assist her companion to his feet, having to exert more force. Her muscles were already worn.
"What was that?"
Peter didn't respond, his line of vision to the cave wall behind her, "Our way out," He chuckled as he pointed over her shoulder. She turned around and was bathed in moonlight. The rumbling had caused the wall to crumble into an exit large enough for them and beyond it lay the endless forest, their domain.
"The cave listened," Peter said dazedly, too enraptured by the outside to move just yet, "It only opens up if you do. That is clever. Though it was no match for us," With a blink, he grabbed their belongings and hobbled out of the cave with renewed vigor. Tigerlily, without haste, gathered her axe and pack and chased the boy into the jungles. Peter already disappeared through the foliage, crowing, but Tigerlily stopped and turned around to the cave that held them captive for about 3 days time now. The hole in the cave wall was no more.
The only remains were lying before it in a form of a rock pile. A sparkle in the pile caught her eye and she went to investigate. She brushed away the rubble until she found a marvelous black gem at the bottom of the pile. It wasn't a conventionally beautiful gem, but it still glinted underneath the moon. Shone no matter what. She stuffed it into her pouch with intentions to look at it later.
"C'mon Tigerlily!" Her friend's voice drew her back. She pivoted on her foot and followed after him. Peter already had a destination in mind.
"Where are we going?" She got to him and slowed him down by grabbing his shoulders. Their fatigue melted away as they relished in the cool night air.
"What does it look like? Off to find a berry bush. I'm starving!"
The Evil Queen was slammed against the pillar that stood on the front steps of her lavish home. Her hair crumpled by a tight fist, forcing her to stay like this. She couldn't use her powers, despite the fact the mysterious purple smoke brought magic to this land.
She had only opened the door to the mob when she was pulled to the side, finding a scalpel pointed at her. Her attacker tugged on her hair and Regina hissed. It happened so fast and she had yet to see her attacker.
"Hello Regina,"
The queen stopped squirming upon recognition, "Why if it isn't my errand girl? Tigerlily,"
Tigerlily added more pressure of the scalpel, blocking her airway for only a moment. The queen gasped for air and pried at the blade, leaving cuts at her fingers. The familiar glint of fear flashed her brown eyes. Tigerlily sounded out the townspeople urging her to go on. This was her business, not theirs.
"How dare you?" she seethed.
"If you want my head on a silver tray, then get in line," Regina said, though in much pain. Her lips twitched upward into a malicious smile, "You're just as guilty as I am, you know that right?" she whispered, "You helped me cast this curse."
"Because you tricked me,"
"Had too. A girl with good intentions like yourself needed a little convincing,"
A bitter laugh escaped the princess's lips, "How about now? Does it look like I have good intentions?"
"I'm not doing this because of the curse. Honestly, you did me a favor my casting it. Taking away the bad memories..." She twisted the knife so its edge parallel from her chin, "But there is one thing I can never forgive you for."
"And what is that squaw?"
Grabbing a fistful of the woman's hair, Tigerlily dragged her from the wall and held her steady before the mob, causing an uproar, "You killed Graham," She raised her weapon, about to end it when all of the sudden Swan and the Charmings came bustling through, parting the crowd like the Red Sea, "No! Stop!"
"Lily?" The Sheriff said incredulously whilst Snow and David brought Regina out of knifepoint.
"It's Tigerlily to you, Swan," she snapped, ready to finish what she started.
"But killing is not the answer!"
"Oh I've killed enough to know that. But it doesn't hurt to try with this one!"
"Stop!" Swan wrestled the scalpel out of her hands and chucked the medical instrument into the bushes, "Why are you acting like this? Like you're so pissed,"
"Don't. Interfere." Tigerlily easily butted the blonde out of her way and began to go for the queen once more. But then she heard a petite voice over the mob.
"Tigerlily! Tigerlily turned to see Grace coming behind Swan., "What are you doing?"
"Teaching the queen a lesson not to take away people I love,"
"What are you talking about?"
"Graham," This brought on whispers within the mob, "She," she pointed to Regina, "killed our beloved Sheriff," Swan looked like she had been struck in the face with this accusation. To think it had been a natural occurrence when it was actually a murder. Rigidly, she walked to her parents and gently pushed them aside to face Regina.
"He died of a heart attack,"
"No Emma. She crushed his heart just because he defied her," Tigerlily explained, "That's what you do Regina. You can't hold onto anybody without having to use magic to get them to stay. I tell you what, it doesn't work like that," Tigerlily knew from experience, from being the one who had the magic used on her. That didn't count as love. Not in her book.
"When he chose me over you…" Emma whispered, finally dawning onto her. She crept dangerously close to the Evil Queen with a gaze so fierce it again made the brunette back away a little, "Graham was a good man. A good man, Regina!"
The Evil Queen mustered up a menacing smile, "Yes but good men have weak hearts. His was so tender and small, just one squeeze was all it . Easy," Emma clenched her fists, composing herself because Regina wanted her to lash out. She knew that when she was angry, her priorities get twisted.
She came up with a final conclusion, "Lock her up. We can't kill you. We need you to get these people back home," David held Regina's wrists together as the handcuffs were being fastened onto her. The mob erupted in cries of protests, screaming for them to spill the queen's blood. To them, death was the best fitted punishment and Tigerlily couldn't agree more but she ended up doing nothing as the Charmings escorted the queen off her property.
Right now, Lily's sweetness held out, rendering her from committing brusque acts. She wanted to get Regina in the same way she got Graham. Graham replaced her father in many ways. He cared for her in the way the Chief never could. And the queen took him away from her. The people she held dear never stuck around.
As soon as the mob dissipated, Tigerlily calmed herself down and went to Grace. The little girl had her arms crossed, "Tigerlily," she poked the older girl in the stomach, "What did I tell you about killing people?"
"That it's wrong," she replied monotone. She didn't want Grace to go on with a lecture like she would have done back in the Enchanted Forest. Tigerlily should have known better. She forgot how Grace disproved of her killing and that it sometimes frightened her whenever she pulled a stunt like this.
"Like it or not Henry doesn't want us to kill her. He's still his mom,"
"I know. I'm sorry,"
"It's fine. I got here just in time," she checked her watch, "It's just we need to go home now. The Tailors would want us back by now to you know celebrate and…" She stopped, noting the way Tigerlily was staring at her. Her well defined facial features softened. Then without warning, she hugged her. It was sudden but necessary, "Thank you," was all the Indian princess said.
Grace pulled away and smiled, "What for?"
"Staying. I didn't think you were going to stick around,"
There was plenty of Tigerlily's story that Grace didn't know and she never pushed her into talking about it either. But from what she gathered, it had something to do with a boy.
"Of course I will. I love you Tigerlily. You will always be my sister," Tigerlily had been abandoned countless of times, and Grace didn't want to be the next person to leave her. She loved her sister too much for that
"And as you are mine," Tigerlily draped her arm around Grace and the two walked away from the Mayor's, "Now let's go home."
"What's going to happen next?" Grace asked, "We aren't back in the Enchanted Forest yet. And there's magic here now,"
"We'll figure out something. But for right now, we need to sleep this off. It's been a really long day,"
30 years ago...
At first emerging from the cellar, Tigerlily thought they were treading on dangerous waters. This would only lead to terrible events, she repeated in her mind as she and Peter walked back to the compound in a comfortable silence.
In a matter of hours, the island's flowers had grown more abundant than ever before, the music of the wildlife congratulating them with toucan's marvelous caws and rhythmic chirping of crickets. The wind whipping about their hair smelt of berries and emanating spectacular hues like a rainbow. The island was reacting to their dalliance.
With the colors of the wind fresh in her mind, Tigerlily didn't notice how dark it had gotten when she stepped onto the compound with Peter leading ahead. The Lost Boys and Rufio were already in the middle of supper, somber and exhausted.
"What happened?" Peter's concern cut through the enchanting evening. The boys' injuries were too conspicuous to be overlooked. Some of them couldn't hold their bowls with the tiny stubs of flesh where their fingers should be. Arrowheads stuck out of their shoulders, causing them to groan in pain whenever they moved.
"Your game. Hide and Seek," Tigerlily explained slowly. Like before, Peter had no recollection of his crude actions. She noticed how he would switch off personalities like they were a pair of boots. Different boots for a different day.
A whimper then caught their attention, coming from the healing tent. It was fairly high pitched, almost like a girl's. A young Lost Boy was hurt. Peter thundered to the tent and threw open the flaps. It was Tootles, the smallest and youngest of the boys. He was sprawled out on the cot and his right leg had been severed off.
Tigerlily, having witnessed more gruesome injuries and battles, was rendered into a state of shock. Not Tootles. She dared to take another step towards him and assessed the situation. He was trying to get up from the cot so he could eat.
"Sooner, Later!" Peter summoned the twins and ordered them to get him a bowl of soup for Tootles. They completed the task and handed their leader the soup.
"Peter?" Tootles said in a daze, "I'm sorry,"
"Why would you be apologizing?" Peter sat the young boy up and spoon fed him.
"I didn't hide good,"
His head hung low in shame, refusing to look at Tootles in the eyes, "Lost Boys don't apologize," he said, voice quivering, "You don't need to apologize."
The boy nodded. After he was done with the soup, he went right to sleep. Peter used magic to grow his leg back, "Good as new. Goodnight Tootles." Although the regeneration went smoothly, some part of Peter knew that there would always be a sign, a reminder of what happened.
He would have taken of it in a calm matter, but he was getting emotional with Tootles and she knew why. Tootles reminded him Rumple. He was around the same age Rumple was when he and Peter had been separated from the shipwreck. That explained why he was extremely overprotective of the younger ones because in their faces all he could see was Rumple. Closing the tent flap, Peter staggered to where the boys gathered.
"Alright. Who did it?" he demanded "Who cut it off?" No one raised a hand or stepped forward. He was about to force the information out of them when Tigerlily pulled him to the side.
"It matters not who cut off Tootles's leg, Only who gave the orders to,"
"But I don't remember saying those things!" he searched through his brain for that memory. He growled in frustration when he kept seeing the blanks, "I black out for a while," he admitted, "I know that I'm moving my limbs and my mouth but it's like the words weren't mine. Those actions weren't mine,"
"Master," The campfire and torches were put out by a wind. Ombra came swooping in. He slid between Peter and Tigerlily, "Was the game successful?"
Peter glared at Ombra, a sight Tigerlily hadn't seen yet. Was he finally getting onto Ombra?
"We need to talk," he settled, "Treehouse, five minutes,"
The Shadow didn't fight, and he took the orders as a Lost Boy would have. He slithered away into the trees, taking the cold with him.
"You and Rufio should head back,"
"No," she affirmed.
Peter shook his head, not wanting to spend the next five minutes arguing with Tigerlily, "I promise you can be stubborn tomorrow. I'm going to fix this by myself,"
"Our oath,"
"It doesn't apply to this situation,"
Tigerlily frowned, "It does not apply?"
"I don't say this often but please. " he even stuck out his lip to form a pout, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow."
This boy. How could one boy break through her concrete foundation? Her jaw was set and she gruffly poked his chest to emphasize her words, "Tomorrow, you explain everything,"
"You've given up? That fast?"
"It is dark and I am needed back at my village,"
"Excuses, excuses. It was my charm and you know that, " He pulled her in for a quick peck on the lips, receiving a mix of gasps and wolf-whistles from the Lost Boys behind them. She forgot that they hadn't witnessed them kiss before and her cheeks reddened from the attention.
Peter raised an eyebrow "Blushing? That's a first. I swear you're becoming more like a girl with each passing day…"
Tigerlily bid the boys goodnight and guided Rufio back to her village. But on the way, she couldn't Peter's words out of her mind. For some reason, that bothered her more than it should.
A/N: Sorry for the late update. I didn't know how to go about this chapter. I swear I must have typed up 5 different versions of this chapter.
Okay what we learned...
1) Rumplestiltskin is Peter's brother
2) So Regina and Tigerlily have history together. And somehow Tigerlily helped getting the curse started.
3) Peter is finally doing something about Ombra
4) Tigerlily and Graham were very close, even in the Enchanted Forest
5) Peter and Rumple's dad is a greedy, jerk
6) Love is a like a stew
Did anybody catch my Pocahontas reference?
Anyway, like always, thank you guys for reading this! In the next chapter Tigerlily pays a visit to Mr. Gold's shop and the two have a conversation about Peter. Bear with me guys. All will be answered soon.
*~Phoebee~*