Some people can't believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first- Sean Maguire, Good Will Hunting (Never watched it, I just like this quote.)
I do not know whether the changes that have been going on are for the better or not. Whenever I try to have alone time so I can try to find a way to escape, Pan always comes up with a challenge or activity. On the Brightside, my aim has been getting better. Well, if you count hitting the outskirts of a target better.
Today, I plan on skipping bow and arrow practicing with Devin. Baelfire and I agreed to free up our time to go around the island and discuss ideas.
"Why are you missing practice again,"? Devin asks me.
"First off, I have never missed a practice, I just left early. And second, think of it as a break for yourself," I tell Devin.
"You do know how to bribe someone," Devin admits. "Instead, I'll take the week off and you practice on your own."
I am relieved that he said that. Honestly, I need a break from Devin.
As soon as he walks away, I hear someone say, "You ready to get out of here,"?
Baelfire.
"Yes," I respond.
Continuation from the last pass scene…
"Why are we leaving,"? I ask my father.
"Ella," my father says. "Shut up until we reach our destination."
I instantly close my mouth.
"Meet me in the basement, I will be there soon," my father says.
I use my key to unlock the door down to the basement. As I walk inside the large room, I take a look around. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I take a seat on a plain, wooden chair, waiting for my father.
What is going on? Is the war coming to this part of America? Maybe we are moving to a safer place.
After an uncomfortable twenty minutes, I finally hear footsteps walking down to the basement.
I instantly stand up and straighten my skirt.
"What you see may scare you," my father says. "Do not scream or leave."
I nod because I cannot speak.
He throws something on the floor.
As soon as the object made contact with the floor, a huge, green whirl pool appears. I must be seeing things. I rub my eyes; the whirlpool is still there.
My eyes are playing tricks on me.
"Jump in," my father orders me.
Did I hear that right?
I just stand there, frozen.
"Ella, jump in,"! my father says.
I close my eyes and jump into the green whirlpool. A few seconds later, I feel myself falling in the air, then I fall hard on what it feels like a grassy ground. I open my eyes and push myself up. My eyes see a field with nothing to be seen expect grass and a tree here and there.
I hear a feet hitting the ground behind me. I turn around to see my father and the green whirlpool. The whirlpool suddenly disappears.
"What is this place,"? I ask my father. We are at his destination, so I am allowed to speak.
"The first thing you should know is that magic is real," my father says.
I would ask my father if he was joking, but he doesn't joke.
And how do I explain the green whirlpool that changed my location?
"We need to get going," my father says.
Neverland:
"I want to go visit Dark Hollow," I say when Baelfire asks me were I want to go visit.
"Do you even know what is in that place,"? Baelfire asks me.
"No," I say shaking my head.
"I have heard from rumors that were the shadows spend their time when they are not being summoned," Baelfire tells me.
"Have you actually been inside Dark Hollow,"? I ask him.
He shakes his head.
"You do not have to come, but I am going there," I announce.
"With how much I don't like what you are doing, I will still go with you," Baelfire tells me.
After he said that, we both start walking to Dark Hollow.
"And Anna, don't faint this time,"? Baelfire jokes as we walk.
I laugh and say, "First off, I didn't faint; my legs gave out. Secondly, we are not running."
After twenty minutes of walking, I decide to say, "I think we should run."
"Your joking, right"? Baelfire asks me.
"No," I reply. "We will be at Dark Hollow by tomorrow if we keep heading there by this pace," I respond to him.
"Good point," Baelfire admits. "But please don't get too ahead of me."
I say nothing.
The past…
I cannot believe this. For the past hour or two, I have listening to my father talk about how magic is real, and what realms are.
But there is an important detail he did not tell me.
"Permission to ask a question," I say.
"Permission granted," he replies.
"Is this were you have been going to for your work trips,"? I ask my father.
"Yes," he responds.
"What is your job,"? I ask my father.
"I protect the lands," my father replies.
"Please help me understand," I say.
"There is a group of creatures, who attack the peace of this world," my father replies.
"I am going to presume you are not referring to the Nazi's,"? I ask him.
"No," my father responds. "I have nothing to do with that war."
"Why didn't you raise me here,"? I ask.
"I did not want to deal with a child here," he responds.
I am still a child. I am not even a teenager yet.
I know I have no choice in what he has planned. But my idea of the life my father wanted for me is far from this.
"Does Mary (my stepmother's name) know about anything, like magic,"? I ask him.
"No," he responds.
"Were does she think we are,"? I ask my father.
"It doesn't matter. But if it did, she does not know that we left the house," my father responds.
"Are you going to go back to tell her,"? I ask my father.
"No," my father responds.
I bite my lip. I may have never had a close relationship with my stepmother, but just to leave her like that is unfair.
Neverland….
Running did shorten the trip. By the time me and Baelfire were close enough to see the cave, we both were out of breath.
"I know…. We…. are…. close…., but…. I am going ….to…. take a…... small…... break," Baelfire pants out.
We both sit on the ground, drinking water that we carried.
After a couple minutes of not saying a word, I say "I am ready to keep going."
"Might as well," I hear Baelfire mumble.
We both stand up and walk to the cave. As I get closer, the cave's orange-red glow becomes brighter. Among that are long, black creatures floating about.
Shadows.
Me and Baelfire stand behind a rock in front of the entrance. Instead of going straight inside, I get a good look inside the cave. And used to think looking at one shadow was scary.
"Baelfire, I have seen enough," I admit.
"Let us go then," Baelfire says with relief in his voice.
We are careful to be quiet as we exit the area.
After we are in a distance that I feel safe in, Baelfire breaks the silence and says, "So why did we go all that way to just turn back,"?
"For the exercise," I joke.
"Your joking right,"? Baelfire asks me.
"Yes," I respond.
"You have gotten better at jokes. But still, what made you decide to turn back,"? Baelfire asks me getting back to the point.
"I had a feeling that there was something hidden in there," I admit. "Something Pan was trying to scare us away from."
"How is your practices with Devin going,"? Baelfire asks me changing the subject.
"Horrible," I admit.
The rest of the walk/run was spent with small talk.
By the time we got back to the camp, night fall is here. Baelfire is exhausted. Because of that, he calls it a night. As for me, I still have plenty energy left. I might as well use my time to practice archery. Baelfire has asked me not to go out in night alone. But what he does not know, cannot hurt him. Usually, Baelfire is up longer, but that long walk can get anyone exhausted.
I walk over to the bench with weapons covering every inch. I pick up a bow, arrows, and a torch. The lost boys are too busy having sword fights to notice me. The next thing I do is head out of the camp.
"Stealing when I am not looking are we,"? a voice behind me says right after I leave camp. I turn around and see Pan.
I ignore him.
"I am going to play another game," Pan says.
"Not interested," I state.
"I would n…," he starts.
"Pan," I hear one of the lost boys shout.
Without saying another word, Pan disappears.
I take that distraction and run off. Instead of going to my normal practice spot, I go to find another place to practice.
Like every usual night in Neverland, the only natural light I get is two stars. I walk until the fire from the campsite cannot be seen.
I light up the torch I am carrying. It didn't take me too long to find an area in the jungle. Because I have done it so many times, I have no struggle making a small fire with barely any light.
After picking up the bow and arrow, I aim for a large object a few feet away from me. I am going to guess it is a tree. Right before I shout, I hear something creeping up on the side. I aim the arrow in the direction of the sound, and I instantly let go of the arrow.
The next thing I know is the sound of my arrow hitting a body.
The past.
I am sitting on a chair, waiting for something to happen. There is no one else in the room, and my father gave me orders not to leave. I have to admit, I am extremely bored. The room is completely white expect for the furniture. That includes: A brown table with interesting carvings I have never seen the likings of. There are a couple of odd light sources that look like they are floating in the air, and then there are the six brown chairs surrounding the table.
I cannot be sure were I am at. My father knocked me out after a good fifteen minutes after I asked him about my stepmother. When I woke up, I was sitting on the same chair with a note written by father.
Eleanor:
Stay where you are, someone will be meeting you. This person may or may not be me. But whoever he/or she is, you will listen and take orders from them.
I scan the paper to see if I missed anything. My skills of reading are poor. Something Molly pointed out was I am so focused on reading the words, the story itself does not make sense. I scan the paper a few times, and I cannot find anything mentioning how long he or she will take.
Slowly time passes by. I wish this room had a clock, so I can know the time. As time passes, I force myself to let my mind wonder.
The door opening makes me feel scared and relieved at the same time.
I turn my head to see a lady in blue with frizzy hair come in. I immediately stand up.
"Where is my father,"? I ask the lady.
The lady bit her lip and replies, "He entrusted you with me. Sit back down."
I quickly sat back down placing my hands on my lap.
"I am going to presume you are going to tell me why I am here," I say.
"I have been informed you have no knowledge of who your birth mother is," the lady says staring at me. Why did she ignore what I am saying?
"That is true," I admit.
"That helps things…," the lady in blue mumbles to herself.
"And I almost forgot," she mumbles to herself again. She takes out a pointy, shiny metal and waves it.
I feel something cold and solid around my wrists. Looking down, I see thick, metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles. This is the second time today I have seen magic being used. I do not believe I will get used to it.
"Why did you do that,"? I ask the lady quietly.
"Because you are dangerous," the lady responds.
As soon as she says that, I start breathing heavily.
What is going to happen to me? And why did she call me dangerous? How am I dangerous? I have never hurted anyone except for a few accidents.
"Where is my father? He will tell you that I have never done anything to purposely hurt anyone," I say desperately.
The lady ignores me and waves the pointy metal and my body tenses up, and I feel my body standing up. I try fight my body, but the force controlling it is too strong. The force forces my feet off the floor.
The lady uses her wand to open up the door and walks out with me following her. I could not believe my eyes on what the hall looked like. The ground looks like clouds and if I were to stand on them, I would fall through. But the lady who has me under her control walked into the hall with no issues. The walls are plain and white.
"…did not make the right precautions," I hear the lady says to herself. "She should been already tied up before she got here."
Does she know I can hear her?
"—I do not want to frighten the others," the lady says to herself. I am guessing she thinks she is quiet enough for me not to hear her.
The next thing I know, I am floating in what it looks like to be a jail cell. There are thick bars separating me, and the lady in blue. The lady flicks her wand and I fall on the ground. The landing was rougher then the one earlier today.
"This is were you will staying until… well until I see fit," the lady says. "And before you get your hopes up, your father was in this plan. He has handed you off to me. And as for you, you will stay here and be use for me."
With a flick of her pointy metal, the chains around my legs and wrists vanish. And so does the lady.
Neverland…
I stop breathing for a few seconds.
Did I hurt someone? Or perhaps worse; did I kill one of the lost boys?
I defiantly hit something, and whatever it was, it did not make any noise. Forcing my mind to focus, I pick up a torch and walk to toward the object. I am relieved to see the object to be a small animal. The torch was not helping me see what the species is, but what matters is the fact I can breathe again.
That is enough practicing for me today.
I use the weak light to take me back to the cave. I rather stay there than Pan's camp. I am not tired, but it would not hurt to try to get some rest.
The walk to the cave did not feel long. My thoughts made the time pass fast.
I uncover the entrance to the cave and head to my mattress.
"Anna is that you,"? a voice in the dark says.
I turn toward the direction of the voice.
"Why aren't you at the camp, Baelfire,"? I ask him.
"I find that I sleep better here. Staying at the camp…... did not feel right.," he says. "What about you,"?
"The mattress is more comfortable then the ground and a blanket," I respond.
As I take my boots off and place my large knife on my side, Baelfire lights a lantern making my vision better. The first thing I notice is tallies on the walls.
"Still counting days,"? I ask Baelfire.
"I have faith we will be rescued," he responds. I noted right away that he said we. In a usual case, I would say something back about having too much faith. But I decide to keep my mouth shut.
Instead I lay on the mattress, trying to fall asleep. I should be tired and able to fall asleep without any effort.
"What is favorite food,"? Baelfire asks me out of the random.
"Mushrooms," I respond opening my eyes back up. "Why you ask,"?
"Just curious," he shrugs. "I thought you were going to say either wild rabbit or food is only a substance for survival." As he said that last part, I can tell he was trying to mimic me.
I laugh sarcastically.
"What was your favorite meal before you got to Neverland,"? I ask Baelfire.
"Only before I got on the island? I would have said wild snake."
"What is with the sense of humor? You sounded tired five minutes ago." I know he joking because a while back. We were hungry and the only animal we could see was a snake. The snake was card to catch, and it gave me the scares. After a while of gripping it and trying to avoiding it biting us. We brought it back to cave and Baelfire tried to cook it, but after one bite of the snake, Baelfire gagged and said that he rather eat the cave wall. I took a couple of bites and pushed away. I decided to keep the leftover snake to attract other animals. We ended up eating berries, it didn't make us full, but it was something.
"I know you will not fall asleep right away, might as well do something to pass the time. And to answer your question, my favorite meal was when my Papa would be able to cook up a hog. But that was before the war spread to the land," Baelfire admits.
I am a bit shaken. This is the first time he talks about his time with his Papa without his voice trembling.
"I have a question, and please do not get awkward," Baelfire says.
"I will try my best not to."
"What is your favorite hair style,"?
"My usual tight bun," I respond. "Why are you curious,"?
He shrugs, "I do not know. I always wandered how girls deal with their hair."
"Did you try asking that darling girl,"?
"I did not. You seem less awkward being asked certain questions."
"Well, if you must know, it does get annoying dealing with my hair every day. Keeping it up all day, it gets knotty and filthy, making it irritate my neck. I have been considering to cut it," I admit. "I have to admit; your hair does look very irritating."
"It can be," he admits.
I chuckle after he says that.
"What did I say that was funny,"? he asks me.
"When we first meant, I did not really expect us to have a conversation on hair," I reply.
"Strange things happen when someone is tired."
"I want to rest, but I am not going to sleep any time soon," I admit. "If you want, I can leave and come back when I am sleepy."
"Are you can try sleeping. I never understood how you get less then five hours of sleep, but you can go on all day without getting sleep deprived."
"Cannot give you an answer to that."
I lain my head back down and stare at the ceiling. Baelfire blows out the light and I close my eyes trying to fall asleep.
The next fifteen minutes were spent of squinting my eyes, staying still (which is nearly impossible for me) and trying to think of ideas for tomorrow.
This is pointless. I tell myself. If I cannot sleep, then I need to make use of my time. How can I get out without waking Baelfire?
I sit up and feel around feel my way off the "mattress" and feel around the area for my boots. After a few seconds, I grab my boots and I slowly walk out of the cave. Every time I shuddered onto a small rock, I would bite my lit to keep myself from making noise. Luckily for me, I did not put on the cover to the cave. As soon as I walk outside, I grab my knife and put my shoes on. I walk a little out, and I move around to look for a good stick for fire.
Something caught the corner of my eyes. I walk toward the object to discover it is a torch.
Perfect.
I grab the torch and make a fire. I walk in a clear path through the tall, fat trees. The walk was not too long. As the end of the trail, there is an unused, strong, and made of straw human shaped fighting tool. Some of the boys call it a dummy.
I take out my large knife and I splash the knife like it is a sword. I splashed it in different angles. When I was done, the dummy was surrounded by small pieces of straw. This gives me satisfaction.
The lost boys are going to be mad that I messed up their dummy.
Oh, well. Pan can make them one with a flick of his hand.
"Glad to know that I am not the only one who goes for midnight practice," A voice says making me jump.
I scramble my brain trying to figure who does that voice belong to.
Definitely not Pan. I gag thinking about him speaking to me. Not Baelfire, or-
"I thought leaving a torch near a tree is dangerous," the voice says interrupting my thoughts.
I turn around to see Mathew lifting up my torch.
"Aren't you supposed to be dancing around a fire,"? I ask the boy.
"No dancing tonight," the boy responds. "And shouldn't you be sleeping,"?
"Did Pan give out a new bedtime,"? I ask with an attitude in my tone.
"No," Mathew responds.
"I have been going out every other night for a while now," the boy admits.
After an exhausting day?
"Why did you help me the other day with the ropes,"? I ask Mathew.
"Being a lost boy does not take the part of me that wants to help others," he responds.
"Thanks for the help," I say.
"I cannot recall ever hearing you saying thank you," he responds.
"It has been a while since I had a reason to."
Then there is awkward pause.
"You want to work on knife and hand work,"? Mathew asks me breaking up the silence.
It would not hurt to work on my skills.
"Sure," I respond. "Why not,"?
As soon as he places down the torch, I put my arm around his neck and my ankle behind him, and a quickly sweep him. When he looked up, he looked shocked that I started right away.
"Sorry, were you planning for us to start when you were ready,"? I ask apologizing.
"Are you being sarcastic,"?
"No," I respond. "I am trying to apologize."
Even in the dark, I can tell he is giving me a confused look
Oh, I forgot. No apologizing…
"Still having trouble following the rules,"? he asks me.
"I think I made that obvious," I respond.
"Who taught you how to fight like that,"? Mathew asks me. "You seem too experienced to have just learned this on the island."
You would be surprised.
"I have a lot of motivation to get good at some sort of fighting style," I say.
"And what exactly is your motivation,"? he asks sounding nervous.
"My only motivation at the moment to trying to stay alive. I will let you know if I can think of another reason," I respond being not sure how to respond.
After a thirty second silence, I ask, "You want a rematch,"?
I wake up to a noise. Groaning and shutting my eyes tightly, my memories from last night flood my mind. Me and Mathew spent some time working on our hand skills. Something if off about him, he seems to be afraid of me. After a long while of combat fighting, I called it a night and head back to the cave. All I did after that was remove my boots and slumping on my bed.
"Where did you go last night,"? Baelfire asks me.
"I could not sleep, so I went out and trained a bit," I respond without opening my eyes.
"Do you plan on getting up, or you plan to sleep for another three hours,"?
"Give me five minutes," I groan.
"Correction, you mean five hours."
Groaning loudly, I open up my eyes and sit up. I quickly get ready for another day on the island. I am not hungry now, but I will be in an hour or two.
There are days in my life were I just want to have a lazy day. Today is one of those days. But I can have never let my myself have a day of rest. Unless I find myself sick. And when I say sick, I do not mean a cold of headache, I mean not stop vomiting or a migraine. It has been a long time since I had a day like that.
As soon as I am ready. Baelfire and I leave the cave.
After we got breakfast, me and Baelfire head to the camp. There was something unusual going on there. As we got closer, I notice a couple new faces. And currently, they are surrounded by the other lost boys.
"Are you not going to introduce yourself to the newcomers,"? I ask Baelfire.
"I will wait for everyone to get bored and leave them alone. And then I will go introduce myself to them," he replies.
"Start plan," I say without looking at him. "I have no reason to be at the camp besides making sure Pan is not suspicious of us. But currently he is busy. "
"And were do you plan on going,"? Baelfire asks me.
"To get a haircut," I say half-heartily.
I feel like Baelfire thought I was joking. I explained to him that sometimes when I do serious fighting, like with John a while back, my hair becomes a disadvantage. It is still long enough to put in a ponytail, but that is it.
Baelfire did update that they are hazing the new lost boys. One of the outrageous hazing is when Pan gets Felix to put an apple of his head. The lost boy would then shoot the apple off his head with an arrow dipped in dream shade. He told me that two of the three boys hesitated at this activity. He noted that it seemed like those two were forced to be here.
They will break. I know this because when Pan brought a large number of lost boys, some of them rebelled. I did not know this at that current time. Some took longer than others, but he eventually broke them all.
I do a mixture of collecting food and working with my aim until night fall. When night comes, I decide to head to the Lost Boy's camp before I go back to the cave for the night. As I walk into the camp, I note a new face. The boy has dark brown hair and is shorter than most of the other lost boys. By the look on his face, I can tell he looking around as if he was looking for someone.
I take a seat on a log and take out the food I mixed for myself.
"Hello."
I jump to hearing that small voice. Looking up form my food, I see a boy with dark brown eyes and hair. But that is not the first thing I noticed. This boy must be younger than any of the lost boys here.
"Can I help you,"? I ask the young boy.
"Just wanted to say hello," the boy says quickly.
I pick up my food again, but right before I can take another bite, the boy asks:
"What is that,"? he asks pointing to my food.
"Rabbit," I respond.
"Is there any other girls are the island,"?
"None that I know of, unless you count mermaids."
"Then why are you here,"?
"You are full of questions aren't you,"? I ask placing down my rabbit.
"I am sorry! Please do not hit me,"! the boy shrieked causing some of boys stopping their activities to see the commotion.
"Why would I hit you,"? I ask the boy lowering my voice. "You have done nothing wrong,"?
"Everyone I knew would hit me if I do anything wrong, that includes asking too many questions," the boy says quickly looking at the ground.
"Look at me," I order the boy.
The boy did what he was told.
"What those people did, was not right. I am not like that," I tell the fearful boy.
He nods.
"Can I please have some of your food? My brother will not share with me."
Who would of thought? There is a pair of siblings here.
I hand the boy my supper. In the corner of my eyes, I can see the lost boys went back to their activities.
I was tempted to tell the boy not to expect that to happen often. But I kept my mouth shut.
Besides, this gives me an excuse to go back into the jungle again.
"What is your name,"? I ask the young boy.
"Bunny," he responds with his mouth full. "Andwatyornae."
"Excuse me,"?
The boy gulps down his food. "I said my name is Bucky, and what is your,"?
"Anna," I respond.
Trying not to be noticed anymore, I stood up and left the camp while repeatedly looking back to make sure the little boy was not following me.
After a while I was able to catch another rabbit. After years of gathering my own food, my stomach is no longer sensitive to eating someone that was alive ten minutes before I caught it. I decide to cook the rabbit on my usual spot, close to the cave.
As I cook the rabbit, a shadow goes over the fire.
I look up expecting to see a cloud. But no, I see a shadow, heading toward the direction of the cave. After it passes, I go back to focusing on my supper.
Then it hit me.
I now remember Baelfire telling me he was going to the cave tonight.
Thoughts rush through my mine. I try to tell myself he will be fine. The shadow floats around the island randomly. But I have this gut feeling telling me to check things out. What worries me is what I have heard the shadows do to their enemies.
Eating can wait.
Without taking the fire out, I run toward the cave. And sure enough, the shadow is covering right above it.
Is it spying for Pan?
I look down to see what the shadow pulling a dark shadow from a body. I instantly realize it is Baelfire who is screaming in agony. My mind goes frantic on deciding what to do. On the corner of my eye, I see a bow and arrows laying on the ground a few feet away from me. Without considering my chances of missing I pick up the bow and an arrow and aim for the shadow.
The arrow will just go through the shadow. Think of something else!
With the adrenaline pumping, it takes all of my will strength to focus. I recall the past experiences I had with the shadow. Suddenly, I knew what to do. But I need to be quick. I quickly make a small fire. A scream of pain pushes me to go faster. After a few seconds I was able to get the tip of the arrow on fire. Closing my eyes, I listen to the to the ripping, I aim for the noise and shoot.
There is a sudden screech coming from the shadow. I opened my eyes to see a circle of fire burning of the shadow. As I rush to Baelfire the shadow flies away still making its screeching noise. I place one of Baelfire's arm over my neck, and half-drag, half-carry him inside the cave.
I use my strength to lay him on his blanket. He moans in pain as I check his head and hear his heart. He seems fine. I tear a piece off my blanket and drench it in water. Placing on top of his forehead, he opens his eyes halfway.
"Close your eyes, and sleep," I say a little more stern then I wanted it to be.
Did it attack Baelfire because of me?
If Pan is behind this, he will regret the second that he laid eyes on me. But right now, I need to take care of Baelfire.
After a few hours of making sue Baelfire is comfortable, he seemed to be a bit traumatized, but ok.
"Why did the shadow attack you,"? I ask Baelfire. I know that I should have not asked suddenly.
"I do not know anything," he replies.
"Baelfire, I am sorry to say, but I know you are lying."
I look him the eye.
"It is my fault, isn't it,"?
"No," he responds. "It was a misunderstanding."
"Saying it was a misunderstanding does not explain why you were screaming in agony five hours ago."
He says nothing.
Not repeating the question because of the expression of his face. I do not think he fully understood whatever the shadow told him.
"Will you be ok if I left,"? I ask Baelfire now remembering the rabbit I left on the fire.
"I will be ok," Baelfire says.
Leaving the camp, my thoughts go the attack earlier in the night. The fire spot I left had a little light left. The rabbit had been burnt to the crisp. But my mind is deep inside my thoughts.
I left the fire again, but this time, it was for good news.
Back to the past…
I have cannot be sure how long I have been here. There is no window for sunlight, and there is no clock to be seen. My body is weak thanks to the lack of food and water given to me. I cannot describe the smell. Only that it is the worst thing I have ever encountered. The only good thing that comes out of this is time to gather my conscious and figure out what is going on. I had to get over the fact that magic was real, and the people holding me captive were fairies. I need to find out more. But the only other person who would know what is going on would be my father. But he is reasonable for giving me to my captor in the first place.
I am just feel plain miserable. There way too many things in my life I took for granted. Any visit, even from the Lady in Blue would be nice. Because I have isolated, I am going to get insane. And after a couple of days of restless nights, I am on the brick of malnourishment.
I close my eyes as I lay on the hard, stone floor.
My eyes open quickly as I hear a big BANG!
I see a girl being dragged by two men, screaming, kicking, and throwing her hands everywhere.
"Put her in with the other one," a woman's voice said. It took me a second to realize it was the woman in blue's voice.
I need to find another name. The woman in blue is a bit too long.
My mind is put back to focus when I here a big door to my prison open and the girl is thrown in. She runs back, but the door instantly shuts. Instead of giving up, like I expected her to do. She bangs are the door repeatedly.
After a while of banging, the girl finally slumps on the floor, and for the first time, she notices she is not the only one in this cell. We both stare at each other. The girl has dark, brown hair. Her clothes are odd, she is wearing a ragged dress with some tight pants under it. It is so filthy, I cannot tell the original color of it.
"Didn't see you there."
I just glare at girl with my eyes widened.
"My name is Ava," she says extending her hand out.
"Eleanor," I say shaking her hand.
"How long have you been here,"? she asks me.
"I do not know; there is no way of tracking time."
"What were you imprisoned for,"? Ava asks.
I knew this question was going to come up.
"I do not…,"
"Look," the girl says. "I have gotten the opportunity to study body langue. So please, do not try to lie to me."
"I was told….," I take a deep breath. "They told me that I am dangerous." After I finished that sentence, the girl's expression softens.
"Who told you that,"? the girl asks me taking a seat next to me.
"It was a lady with frizzy hair and-."
"always wears blue,"? the girl interrupts me.
I nod.
"Do not believe anything she says. Have you committed any crime,"?
I shake my head.
"I believe you. And if this makes you feel any better, I am in here for committing no crime but being born."
"Maybe you broke a law that you did not know existed," I suggest.
"No," she responds. "All the laws are pretty strait forward. And you would know that."
No, I wouldn't.
"Where are you from,"? the girl ask.
There was a short pause.
"If you wanted to keep that fact that you are not from here, I would work on your poker face."
Then she looks down.
"And I would change my clothes."
Poker face?
"I am from South Carolina, United States of America."
"Never heard of that place," Ava admits.
"You probably have not, I did not know this place excited until days ago."
"Is there any chance you're from the Land without Magic,"?
"Well, where I am from a world that does not have magic."
"How-," Then the girl makes realization. "I know I am getting off top here; have you tried any escape attempts,"?
Shaking my head, I say, "There is no possible way, the people here have magic," I whisper.
"So what if they have magic? They are not impossible to beat! My brother was able to escape them," Ava admits.
"How,"?
She bites her lip, "We were supposed to escape together," she mumbles. I cannot tell if she is talking to me our herself "But something unpredictable happened."
"How close are you to your brother,"? I ask Ava.
"Well, he is in some ways, my best friend. But he does get in my nerves sometimes. He is a book worm and gets overprotective," she says pausing.
"You know what? Maybe I am better off not finding my way back to him. What about you? Do you have any family you are trying to get back to,"? she asks me quickly bringing the question back to me.
I shake my head thinking about my father.
She stands up and feels the metal.
"What are you doing,"? I ask Ava.
"There is a reason why they do not leave us with guards. This metal is all they need to contain us. But a brilliant mind recently discovered how to weaken it. Luckily, the brilliant mind decided to share her discoverer in case something like this would happen," the girl explains.
"Even if you can get out of this cell, how are you going to escape the doors,"?
"I will make it up as I go." Then she changes the subject. "By the looks of it, they do not feed you enough. How often did they feed you,"?
I shake my head, "Like I told you earlier, I cannot tell time here. I was fed a total eleven times since I have been here."
"I have to get out fast," I hear Ava mumble to herself. "I cannot escape if I am malnourished."
Hours went by slowly. The only difference now is that I have a cell mate. I hope this keeps me from becoming mad from being totally isolated. As for the girl, she spends her time moving around the cell, looking for what I guess are weak spots. After for what it felt like hours more, food magically appears in front of us. Today's menu is porridge, a banana, and one cup of water for both me and Ava. The girl grabs her water and splashes it on the wall.
"Please work, please work, please work," Ava keeps repeating to herself. She slows down her breathing, and points to the wall were the water is. Ava moved her hands in weird directions. The water seemed to be breaking the wall.
She has magic.
The wall is making a large hole that is gradually becoming larger.
If she has magic, then why is she not being guarded?
The hole is big and wide enough for me to see into another room. Ava wastes no time climbing the hole that is a foot above the floor. All I could do it pray that she will not get caught.
A few seconds later, she pops her head inside the cell. "Are you coming,"?
As I shake my head, I realize I will get in trouble anyway for having a hole in the wall.
"They will be coming, we need to leave. Now," Ava states.
I get from my spot in the corner and take Ava's offered hand, and step through the hole. My skirt does not making any of this easy. The outside was like a building on a cloud. I look down, but I could see no ground.
Ava gripped my hand tighter and pulled me into running. She suddenly stops and ducks behind a large bush. I can see between the gaps between the branches a few people talking. There are four people talking, I recognize two. The lady and blue, and…. My father.
Someone tugs me back to focus. "We need to move," Ava half-whispers, half-hisses.
She crawls through the plants. I follow her. Thinking about it, I never would have crawled exactly six months ago. Then again, during that time period, I never would of thought magic existed. After a minutes of crawling, the girl halts. Ava picks up a small bag off the ground and opens it up.
"Just are luck," the smiling girl whispers to me.
"What is in the bag,"? I ask Ava trying not to sound nervous.
"This will make us fly," she responds.
"I have never- wait, have you ever done this before,"?
"No," she admits. "But my brother has showed me it and explained how to use it."
That does not make me any less nervous.
"Do not worry, only one of us needs to know how to do this. All you need to do is not let go," Ava ensures. "Now stay still and close your eyes."
I close my eyes tight. A second later I feel a substance being blown into my face. I feel light and I have bubbly feeling inside me. Opening up my eyes, I see Ava is sprinkling a bright, sparkly substance on herself.
"Whatever you do, do not let go, no matter what," Ava says standing up.
Standing up, I grab Ava's sleeve. That exact moment, Ava floats a few inches off the ground, I look down and I realize that I am also floating. I instantly let go, but before I can fall, Ava grabs my sleeve.
"How about I hold onto you instead," she says.
"I think that will be best," I respond. I look behind me to see if anyone is scrambling to find us, but odd enough, I see no one.
"Are you afraid of heights,"? Ava asks me.
I nod.
"Close your eyes, it will make this easier for the both of us."
The wind blows on my face as I feel myself moving. My mental part of me refuses to let me open my eyes. After what it feels like hours, I feel my feet hit solid ground.
"You can open your eyes now."
The first thing I notice is the color green, a color I have not seen in a long time. The field I am in is an ocean of grass with a few trees here and there.
"I never thought I would be excited to see grass," Ava says.
I sit slump down, feeling something fresh for the first time in a long time.
"I hate to be the one to say this, but we need to get going, I am surprise to see no bounty hunters down here," Ava speaks up.
Ava gives her hand out to me, and I grab it. She starts walking, and I follow her.
"Do you know were your going,"? I ask Ava.
She nods, "There is a place me and my brother were supposed to go right before I was captured."
"Is it far away from this place,"?
"No, only about six miles west from here."
Six miles not far from here? I have never walked six miles straight!
The next hour did go by fast. Ava told me about her brother and how he much he likes books. She lived with her parents, but she never was really close to them.
"What was life before you were imprisoned,"? Ava asks me.
"Well… I have a father, and a stepmother. No siblings."
"Did you have any friends,"?
"Months ago, there was girl who came and helped me with my schoolwork. I guess….,"
"Wait, did you say schoolwork,"?
I nod.
"What is your family name,"?
"Turner, why,"? I ask Ava.
"Surely you know only privileged families get to learn things such as reading, writing, and poetry. And I do recognize that family name. Where are from again,"? Ava asks me.
"Ummm….," I am not sure what to say, "Frell, South Carolina.
"I believe I have heard someone mention that name before," Ava says.
"I highly doubt that. Where I live is not well known"
The next few hours was spent with Ava trying to make small to personal talk with me. I feel bad because I am slowing her down. Besides the fact I am not fit, I am week from the past few weeks of malnutrition. Ava quickly notices this, and she stopped to give me food. The food was berries that Ava said she was positive that it was not poison. Lucky for me, she is right.
"We are here," Ava says halting. It is hours past nightfall, and I am ready to slump down. My surroundings are no different than what I saw all day; trees and grass. The only way I can tell apart the two places is a large pond a few yards away from me.
"How can you tell," I ask her.
"The pond," she responds. "It is significant to me and my brother."
"Ava," I say sweetly. "Is there a certain time or day you and your brother supposed to meet,"?
"Just whenever we could make it," she responds.
I notice her stumbling while she says that.
"Ok, that I was lie. I was supposed to leave with my brother, but we got separated. But he told me, if anything happened, meet him here."
Thunk!
I frieze up, but Ava turns around to see what caused the noise. Her eyes widen and she runs toward that direction. I get myself together, and I turn around to Ava hugging a boy.
Must be her brother.
"Are you hurt,"? the boy asks Ava.
She shakes her head.
"I was going to go after you," the boy admits. "And luckily, my gut told me to travel through this path."
"were you going to get help-,"
"Who are you,"? the boy asks me now glaring directly at me.
"Her name is Eleanor," Ava says stepping in between us both. "When the fairies captured me… well, she was in the same cell with me. And I could not leave her there."
The boy steps up to me. "Are spying for the other side,"?
"No," I respond in a shaky voice.
"I do not believe you," the Ava's brother says.
"Nathan," I hear a girls voice says behind him. "I have meet this girl before. She is no spy, and I doubt she knows what is going on."
I try to get a good look at this fourth person walking out, but it is too dark.
"And for the last time, try not to get ahead of me."
"Morgan," Ava squealed with excitement. She runs to hug the older girl. Even if I cannot see well, I can tell the older girl does not share the excitement.
"Ava," the girl named Morgan says. "I know you have been through a lot. But I need you and Eleanor to tell me everything that happened to you both the moment you stepped inside the fairy territory."
Neverland:
I stare at the view of the ocean. Sitting with my knees up, and my hands wrapped around them, listening to the sounds of the waves.
"There you are," Baelfire's voice says as he sits next to me. "I did not get a chance to thank you for saving me."
"Forget it; you would have done the same to me."
"I guess I would, but I think I should cut to the chase; what you thinking about,"?
"What do you mean,"?
"You only go walking or to the beach if you are having deep thoughts."
Not being able to hold it in, I say "I think I discovered a way off the island."
Hey guys (and girls). Because of computer issues, the flashbacks were more frequent then I hoped them to be. Reading other fanfiction books, I honestly do not reading flashbacks, but I like writing about them. I understand that this is probably confusing for everyone, but everything will be understood.