"To Rumpelstiltskin"! a man shouted. "The brave man who ended the ogre war"!

Every man and women in the tavern lifted their drinks to praise the dark one. They are celebrating the war that ended yesterday.

I should be happy, I should be glad that this dark one has goodness and ended the ogre war, saving hundreds of lives… including mine.

Yes, I do have a feeling, but what is it?

I look over at the other kids, laughing and playing with each other. Now I know what I'm feeling, loneness and jealously.

These past three years, I have meet many people. But no friends.

A small group of boys are laughing hard at one of their friend's jokes.

Reminds me of me and Peony.

Speaking of Peony…. I pull out of my pocket a friendship bracelet.

Flash Back:

"Ok…...," I said giggling. "What do you want to do next"?

"Ooh…... I know! Let's make friendship bracelets"! Peony replied.

The bracelets are simple and didn't take too long to make. But to us, they are priceless.

"Now everyone will know that we are best friends"! says Peony.

I couldn't be happier.

End of flashback.

I pull the friendship bracelet out of my pocket. On the day of my "15th" birthday, (Or the day that I turned physically and mentally fifteen.) I reached into my pocket and found my bracelet. I know Peony was responsible for this. This doing, is strictly against the fairy law, if she gets caught, she will be banished. No fairy objects can be given to a banished fairy. The only possession I could bring was my watch. This is because it is a human possession. No magic, no symbols, nothing that prove that I was a fairy. I know why she did it, she's letting me know, wherever I am, and whatever the situation is, I will always have a friend.

Even if she is thousands of miles above me.

I made sure that even when the soldiers searched me, that the bracelet was not found.

I bring my focus back to the tavern. I should probably leave soon. I don't know why I even came to the celebration. Maybe it was because it is because I haven't gone to a party in years. Maybe I thought it could lift my spirits. Being alone for the past three years, did something to me. Well I wasn't exactly alone, there were other travelers, hunters, and marketers I would meet. I thought I could make a few friends, but what I learned, people will betray and stab your back…. if you give them that chance. I learned never to give people that chance.

I miss being able to trust somebody.

Before I left, I saw young teenager boy talking and smiling at the dark one. The boy turned his head and makes eye contact with me.

He smiles at me, and I smile back.

Then I head toward the door and walk out.

Two Weeks Later:

"That will be ten of your rabbits," the seller said.

I have moved back to my "normal" life. Back to hunting, trading, and not staying more than one to two nights at the same place.

Right now, I'm trying to trade for a pair of boots. The ones that I am wearing right now, are so used, that you can see my toes. And this man, is trying to cheat me. I hunted twelve rabbits, and I probably could get a better price somewhere else, but this man needs to be taught a lesson.

"It's not worth more than four"! I said loudly enough for everyone to hear.

My plan works, nearly everyone nearby, turned and glared at either me or the seller. The seller blushes and hands me the boots for four of my rabbits.

"Thank you," I say sarcastically.

The seller gives me a mean look. If looks could kill, I would be in the underworld right now.

I have been hunting more than usual. I'm getting enough for an exchange to a trip to Arendalle. From what I know, the people in Arendalle are nice. I also know that they have warm summers, and snowy winters. I have never seen snow before in my life, and I was told that it snows in the Enchanted Forest! In the past three years, I haven't seen even a single snowflake! Seeing snow, is on my to-do-list.

I look the sky; the sun is starting to go down.

I better start looking for a place for the night.

After about a half a mile of walking, I found a grassy area to set up "camp".

I hear my stomach rumple.

Better get started on supper.

My supper tonight will be rabbit meat, and a few wild strawberries.

As I set up a fire, I hear leaves crunching, like something was stepping on them.

Probably a fox.

As the sounds gets louder, it's clear what is making the sound.

A human.

I stand up and went to grab my satch. There is no way that I'm going to get robbed.

I'll just have to find a new place.

Before I could grab my satch, the noise stopped. It feels like I am being watched. Very, very creepy feeling.

"Who's there,"? I ask, slowly turning around.

A minute later, a tall person walks up. I try to get a good look of this person, but it's too dark.

"Who are you"? I ask. "And why are you spying on me"?

"I'm just going to pretend you never asked that, and just get this over with," the person said.

That voice… it's a boy's voice.

"Get what over with,"? I ask.

The boy acts if I didn't ask that and plunges toward me, I take no time to start running. I have no idea were to, I just need to get away from this boy.

After a couple miles of running, I stop.

I probably lost him. People usually give up after a mile of running.

New thoughts enter my brain.

What in the world does that boy want from me? Is he trying to kidnap me?

I reach for water from my satch, it took a second to realize that I am reaching into emptiness.

Darn, I left my satch at the campsite. Maybe I will go back for it later.

No, my life isn't worth it.

I reach into my pocket, I felt a relief.

At least I still have my watch and bracelet.

"I have to admit," said a voice. "This is harder than I expected it to be."

Oh darn!

Before I know it, the boy grabs and pulls my long hair.

Gosh, I need a haircut!

Stop thinking about your hair! You need to focus on fighting, then you can worry about cutting a haircut!

I grab his hand and made it, so he is not grabbing my hair. Then I kicked his leg, forcing him on the ground. Before I could run, he grabs my ankle, making me fall. He got on top of me, with his hands still on my wrists. I lift my right leg up, and threw it over him, rolling over, making it so I'm atop of him. I putted pressure on his neck's pressure point. As soon as he loses conscious, I get up, and start running again.

I don't stop until I see the sun is about to rise.

Great, above losing my supplies, I have lost a good night's sleep.

Stop! You need to suck it up and move on! You know how to hunt, find clean water, and fight! Stop feeling sorry for yourself and start hunting!

That thought made keep going. I fish for breakfast, I was able to fish out two fishes. After a fulfilling breakfast, I went back to hunting. If I ever want to go to Arendalle, I need to get back hunting. A ship ride doesn't pay for its self.

Two Days Later:

I look at the sky, the sun is about to go down. Better start looking for a spot for the night.

And maybe tonight, I might actually get a good's night rest.

Before I could find an area for the night, I hear a noise. I feel the urge to follow the sound. The sound is haunting and addicting. It's something that I haven't heard in a long time.

Music.

Before I know it, I'm walking toward the base of the music. I try to turn back, but it seems like every tissue in my body, is being controlled by a force that isn't me.

After walking for half a mile, I see someone playing a flute. It is a boy wearing a hood.

Is he the same one who attacked me two days ago?

When he sees me, he puts down his flute, and I instantly get back control of my body. I felt like running, but I need answers.

"Why am I here"? I ask.

"Now what fun would it be if I told you"? the boy responds with an odd voice. After saying that, the boy takes down his hood.

Nope, not him.

"I don't have time for a guessing game," I tell him.

He cocks an eyebrow.

I don't have time for this. If he isn't going to tell me anything, I might as well walk away. But if he works with other boy who attacked me two nights ago, will I ever get another chance to figure out what they want with me? Maybe I have to test him. I will walk away, if he stops me…

I turn around and I start to walk.

Quicker than a snake, the boy grabbed my right wrist, stopping me.

How did he…...? Oh, he can teleport.

Than fear clouds my mind.

Only powerful magic users can teleport.

"I wouldn't try to get away," the boy tells me.

What's wrong with his voice?

"And why not"? I ask hoping that he will spill some answers out.

"First," the boy replies. "I have magic. Second, even if me having magic isn't an issue, I have trained for years, learning how to fight with anything known to man, magical or not magical," he boasts.

"And how long have you known how to use a sword, Ella,"? he continues. "Two to three years"?

How in the world does he know my name, and how long I have known how to use a sword?

I play stupid "Ellyia isn't my name," I said pronouncing my name wrong on purpose.

He smirks and replies, "playing stupid won't get you anywhere."

Darn it.

"Maybe you got the wrong person," I say still playing stupid.

"Just give up, Ella," he said. I gave him a confused look. "And yes, I know your other name too," he said with his smirk getting bigger.

Who in the world would tell him about me? The only people who know both of my names are the fairies. And fairies don't talk about banished fairies with humans.

"Ok, I said. "Say I am this Ella person, who are you? Was the boy who attacked me the other day working with? And what do you want with me"?

"Oh sorry," the boy says. "Did I forgot to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan," he says proudly. "And to answer your second question, that boy who was sent to get you, he does work for me. I'm actually impressed, he was sent to get you, and you were able to get away," he said with amusement in his tone.

I wait for him to answer my third question, but no response.

"And for the third question"? I ask with an impatient voice.

"You will learn…. Eventually," Peter Pan replies.

"Fine…. Don't tell me. I'm leaving."

I slip out of his grip and I start running.

Before I can run ten feet, the boy teleports right in front of me.

"Get out of my way," I order him.

He ignores my order and says "I would love to stay and argue with you, but every minute I spend in this realm, is another minute that I get older."

"Sorry to break it to you," I say. "But it doesn't matter which realm you're in, everyone grows up.

"Not in Neverland," the boy says in a know-it-all voice. "You don't grow up at all; not in age, size, or maturity."

Either there is a realm that I don't know about, or this boy is crazy. And the theory about this boy being crazy, is more likely true.

"Well," I say. "If you're in such a hurry, then why won't you just leave already? You can go back to your life, and I can go back to mine."

"I do plan on leaving," Peter Pan says. "And you're coming with me."

"You're crazy if you think that I'm going anywhere with you," I tell him.

As soon as I said that, Peter Pan grabs my right wrist. I try to pull away, but I couldn't move my hand, no matter how hard I try. I try moving my other hand and feet, still, none of them will move. I try speaking, but whatever is keeping me from moving, is also preventing me from speaking.

When the boy sees that I am fully parallelized, he puts me over his shoulder, so my face is facing his back. Peter Pan then throws something in the ground. It's a few seconds for me to realize that he threw a magic bean.

About a minute later, I feel that both me and Peter Pan have landed on ground.

He takes me off his shoulder, and places me sitting me against a tree. I try to stand up, but I still can't move my legs.

I decide to try my head again, and it works.

At least I got back control of my head.

I take a look of my surroundings, I'm sitting on dirt, there is a bunch of trees of all sizes, so I am in a jungle.

I look around again, except this time, Pan is gone.

If only I can control my whole body! I can run while his back is turned!

I try to move any small part of my body besides my head; my fingers, toes, arms, but still, nothing!

About ten minutes later, Pan returned with two other teenaged boys. I immediately recognized one, he has messy dirty blond hair, and his face is covered with freckles.

It's the boy who chased me two days ago.

The other one is well built, he a dirty, round face. Both boys are wearing brown cloaks and have daggers hanging from their belts.

Pan comes to me and crouches down.

"I know what you're thinking," Pan tells me in a low voice so only I can hear. "But I warn you now, there is no escaping Neverland, not with my permission."

I will escape you Pan, and the only disappointment I will have doing so, will be that I don't get to see the look on your face.

Thank ya'll for reading!