"Try to keep up"! Melissa says heading to the new entrance to the bunker. Soon after the agreement of helping the people, we went village to village. As we entered the last one, Ava spotted Melissa and her husband, who both were wearing a dark cloaks, trying to keep her identity to herself. They were able to see Morgan through the buff, meaning Morgan really do trusts Melissa and her husband. Even so, nobody dared to tell her that we did not try to go back to the bunker purposely. I was shocked to hear Morgan not telling the full truth.
"We could not find the new location," was her only explanation. She did not dare to say that we stopped looking for the new location.
"And it was my fault, I convinced Eleanor to go with me outside. Morgan and my brother just went out to find us," Ava admits with remorse her voice.
"There are rules for a reason. I do not want to keep you detained, nor do I want you to leave. But if you violate and put others in risk, whether I would detain or let you go would be up to your brother."
"And what about you two, why did you leave"? Melissa asks Jonathon and Joshua making it obvious she knew them both.
"Problem with the leader," Joshua admits.
"Well, the leader here or anywhere else is no better. Every realm is having problems."
"But we have a community here. Might as well be with others like us."
I want to ask then and there if they got treated different because they are not pure mermaid.
"Well, I just sent a message saying its more dangerous here than Neverland."
Neverland.
I have heard that in a fantasy novel. Not in any of the Grimm's fairytales. The story Peter and Wendy I believe the name is. I never directly read it; my father was strict against most books, but that did not stop my teacher from discussing it. I do not remember most details, including major plot points.
"What world is called Neverland"? Ava asks.
"It has many different meanings. In the Ancient Langue, Neva means world, land comes from the word lang, meaning dreams. Coming together as Nevalang, meaning World of Dreams. Do to most people not understanding the langue, it got mispronounced and misheard as Neverland. After that, Neverland became the name used," Morgan replied to her as if she has been holding it in her to tell someone for a long time.
"Must be some realm to be called the "World of Dreams," Ava responds.
"It used to be. But lately, it has become… unpleasant."
"That is an understatement," Joshua speaks up.
"Well, that is the past now. The focus should be on where we are now," Melissa says taking control of the conversation.
"And one more thing I think should be mentioned, you need to learn to follow rules," Morgan adds on.
"Well, just the life and death ones."
"All the rules are life and death, just not all of them see so."
"And I thought the one place I would be free is the bunker."
"With freedom comes responsibility," Morgan responds again.
"I think that is a lesson you have to learn yourself. I am sorry to do this; you will not gain access through the entrance. You need to re earn that," Melissa says.
I was shocked to hear that. Morgan is the most trusting person I know.
"With all due respect, it was not her fault. Please, I am not innocent. I went along that night. Morgan was just trying to keep us safe," I speak up.
"I have given great thought about this. The majority of the adults agreed on this."
"The elders? Shouldn't her status back home count as anything,"? Jonathon asks Melissa.
"Again, we need to look past Neverland. Morgan agreed that her royal blood does not mean anything here."
"Royal blood? Morgan, you're not…" Ava starts.
"I am, or was," Morgan responds not wanting to continue this conversation.
"Then wh…"
"Let us continue this conversation later," Melissa interrupt and stopping in front of a lake.
She splits her hands. Almost immediately, the water splits, leaving enough of a path for everyone to walk in deeper in the lake. By now, I have gotten used to the magic that the half-mermaids have. But I have never seen the amount of force and experience that Melissa just showed. Her husband started walking in, splitting his hands to split more water, deeper in the lake. As we go deeper in, water surrounds us. Before I could get wet, there is an air bubble surrounding the group. The "bubble" would move, step by step. We stop when there is a door like object right under us.
"Are you strong enough to hold this bubble"? Melissa's husband asks her.
"Of course."
He puts his hands down and opens up the door.
"This is brilliant. Identity sensitive lock." Morgan explains as the door is closed, and we are all walking down the hall.
"Yep, it keeps it so if we want to get out, we have to be with one of you," Nathan points out.
"You acting like this is that is the worst thing that has happened to you. It is not the end of the world," Morgan says.
I listen to the conversation while being amazed by the bunker. It looks all exactly the same. The only thing different is the location of the door to get in.
"Let's go back to the girls common area, get cleaned up, and talk," Morgan suggests.
She leads the way to the girl's bedroom, then to another bathing area. It feels wonderful to be not having an extra body layer of dirt. We were all offered clean clothes, which were graciously excepted. We were given a late supper.
"You have some explaining to do," Ava says to Morgan as we start eating.
"And you don't"? Morgan asks Ava while glaring at me.
"Fine, we can all come clean. Me and Nathan's father is the king, and our mom is the fairy who imprisoned us. Happy"? Ava asks Morgan.
My eyes widen
"Your joking"?
"Afraid not. And I would appreciate if you would not spread that around."
"If you parents are high up, then how are you not protected from the HBHS"?
"Me and my brother are bastard children. The knowledge of us was kept quiet. The rumors and laws against half-breeds was an excuse to disown us. Imagen the scandal it would have been to discover someone in the royal family had not just one, but two illegitimate children. Especially with a fairy."
"Mine was not such a scandal. My father is Kind Triton. His first love, my mother, died when I was a baby. Not long after I was born, my father hired a mermaid, Athena, to raise me. Not long after, he fell in love with her. Together, they had six more girls. Unlike in many lands, the first born is chosen to be the ruler. The question rose whether a half-breed would understand the needs of the kingdom. Before the decision would be made, many things happened. Athena died. With my father busy ruling a kingdom, I took over raising my sisters. Everything changed when someone came to Neverland. Many children would visit in their dreams. But this person was able to breaks the laws of the land, and stay at the island, permanently. He now controls the island and has powers of a god. Every original inhabiter was frighten. He threated to kill every single one of us if our loyalty was not sworn," Morgan starts out.
"For short, an oath was made; one that can only be broken by death. There was just one flaw. The oath was only meant pure mermaids to make. Things were fine for a little while. Then someone…," then she takes a deep breath. "My cousin, a traitor, told the intruder the full truth about the oath. Anger struck both sides. It was demanded that every half-breed adults leave the realm. The teenagers were instead given a so-called mercy of becoming his personal followers. It was painful for everyone. Parents were forced to watch their kids follow every order of an evil dictator. A few of us were kept hidden; staying under water all the time, only going up for air a couple hours a day. It had to be done in an air cave. Then, we were betrayed by my cousin again. Me and a few others were quick to leave the realm, with the help of our families. Sadly, at that point, the new leader gained the knowledge of who left and came back to Neverland. Jonathon and Joshua left because of their refusal of becoming a loyal follower. When I asked, they responded that they felt there was no more options."
"Who is this new leader"? Ava asked.
"Nobody knows his name. He said in time, when the mermaids earn his trust, everyone would know and fear his name."
"Morgan, you are helping others here, because you are feeling guilty"? I ask.
Over my time at the bunker, and with Jonathon, Morgan, and Joshua, I have gotten used to others saying what is on their mind. I like this trait mark. It would be a lie to say it is easy to hold my tongue all time.
"I knew the guiltiness will show through some day. And honestly, I did not expect it to be around a couple of people I did not grow up with."
Then she takes and squeeze my hand.
"I apologize, I know I told you a few months ago that I told you the truth. There was something about you both only know the good parts of me. But it was a lie I was living. I should have stayed back and gave someone else my escape passage."
"I think sometimes you forget you are still a child."
"That goes for everyone here. The word childhood does not seem to be a practice in this realm."
"It used to be. I had one. Like you, Nathan had to grow up. He took care of me. I just was never shown gratitude to him," Ava says with regret in her tone.
"I cannot believed how much you have grown in maturity in the recent time."
"In all honesty, I feel as if we all have grown in the past few months."
"Except for our lying. I used to think adults are always honest."
We all burst in laughter.
"One of the common lies every child is told," Morgan adds on.
"What do you think the boys are talking about"? Ava asks.
"Probably about their life decisions and regrets."
"Or they are just eating their food, total silence."
"What just happened to our serious conversation"?
"I think staying serious became impossible when we started this whole helping others thing we been doing," Ava says.
"Well, it is our minds helping us recover for the things…" Morgan starts off.
"Please, no medical solution," Ava interrupts.
"You know me, I need someone to explain this to at the end of the day."
"Isn't that what family is for"?
"Yeah, well you know were mine is at"? Morgan says sadly.
"I have known you less than my father, step-mother, and teacher, but I feel closer to you than anyone else," I say part hoping to cheer her back up.
"I know we do not share blood, but I think we define a family. I also did not expect everyone's different personalities to clash so well. I did not expect Jonathon to be an older brother to you,' Morgan responds.
"Why does act that way around me"?
"I did ask him myself, but he did not give a full answer. I think that is a question for you to ask."
"But from your thoughts, what is the reason he acts that way"?
"Back at Neverland, he is the youngest of his family. He always wanted a younger sister. I think he sees you as one."
"He was very quick to act as protector to her," Ava points out.
"Yeah, he sometimes feels like it is his responsibility to make sure everyone has protection. You and Nathan do not exactly keep it hidden that you both are siblings. He knows me and Joshua can protect ourselves. That only left only person left out of this equation."
"Lucky me."
"I hate to break this fulfillment discussion, but I think we should discuss what are we going to do about our mission," Ava says looking desperate.
"We need to regroup. The option of staying here or leaving is still up. Those who leave the bunker may not have the invitation of coming back."
"If you are not banned from finding and bring half-breeds here, some of us can come as helpers," Ava suggests.
"That position left the same time I left without notifying Melissa."
"I am willing to leave," Ava says almost immediately.
As soon as those words were said, she was quick to put her hands over her mouth.
"Sorry, I should of not to mention that."
Morgan looks at her strangely and then says "Before we go anywhere, you are going to spit out what has been going on with you. It takes more than a than overnight for someone to change their behavior that has been going on a majority of their life. Especially overnight."
"You know, for someone who complains about the world refuses to change, you sure complain when someone changed their behavior to make things more pleasant for others"! she yells standing up.
"Ava, please sit back down. No need for an outburst," Morgan pleads trying to calm Ava down.
Ava takes a deep breath and sits back down, slamming her hands on her chair.
"You know I hate getting looked upon like that, especially from you."
I will talk her. I lip talk with Morgan as Ava slums down with her face in her hands.
"I will go and see if I can talk with the boys," Morgan says excusing herself.
She leaves the room, leaving Ava and me.
"I am all ears," I say.
She lifts her face from her hands.
"Lips sealed"?
I nod.
"I can expect when others get to meet and get to know me, they see an immature and spoiled child. Recently, I had a self-reflection. I do not want to looked upon that way anymore. Then I started to look at you. She is right, I had a reason of my personality overnight change. I was envious how you can be taken seriously."
I give a small chuckle.
"What"?
"Since this honesty hour, I am envious how easily you can speak your mind."
"Well, if that's the case, I think we should give other lessons."
"I am afraid I am not a very good teacher."
"Why don't you give me my first one"?
"Apologize and mean it. Tell her the truth, but make sure it does not sound as an excuse."
"Ever heard of starting with baby steps"?
"Did I not just say that I am not a good teacher"?
"Yes, you did," Ava says slowly.
"Are you going to try right now"?
"No, I want to cool down."
I stand up and grab the now empty plates of food to go put them in the kitchen.
"And what about you"? Ava asks me.
I froze at my position.
"What do you want to know"? I ask carefully.
"Any secrets"?
My minds pulls to the times my father had me down in the basement.
"Next lesson do not push for someone to give away secrets. Not everyone is ready to share at the same time."
And when did I learn that? Less than an hour ago when Morgan was on the spot?
"Right. Please let me help you with those dishes."
Instead of taking one or two like I expected, she took all three.
"That is not necessary…"
"Yes, it is," she says leaving the room with the dishes.
For the first time in months, I am alone. I look over at the bed I stayed at last time. It has not been moves or taken. I lay the objects in my bag out. Just some bread, bandages, my buff, and a blanket. Unlike everyone else, I have no objects from my hometown. Even my clothes are gone. I feel like I should be upset, but I am not. Instead, I want to throw away everything from that part of my life. There has been more fulfillment in my past year than has been in the first thirteen years of my life.
I feel a gut punch. My father betrayed his own flesh and blood. These people have known for a short time. Will they betray me?
They wouldn't. They would gain nothing.
I cannot let my father's betrayal be used as an excuse to not rely on others.
"See that you are settling in." a voice comes from the doorway.
"Morgan, thought you were going to gone longer."
"Me too. Please hide your buff."
I grab my buff and place shoved it in my bag.
"It is best if we keep those hidden."
I say nothing in response.
"I have been thinking for a while now," she continues.
"So have I," I respond.
"You go first then," Morgan says.
"Who sent you to check on me during my time in the realm without magic"?
Morgan looks as if she wished I did not just ask that.
"To confirm this, I need you to need something for me. She pulls out what looks like an old journal in bag. I open it up to the first page. The words I can tell are not English, but still readable.
"This is the journal of Morgan, daughter of Triton."
Moragn gently closes the journal and takes from my hand.
"Did you leave it in the bunker"?
"No, I just always kept in my bag and only took it out when I am alone."
"And what does reading that journal have to do about checking in with me"?
"It confirms a few things. Your heritage for one. Do you recognize the langue"?
I shake my head.
"Right now, we know for sure that you are a half-fairy, half-human."
"You got this from me being able to read a few words"?
"There are two families that was gifted with this langue. One fairy heritage, and one mermaid."
"It is not the Ancient Langue, is it"?
"Yes, it is. Others can learn it, but it is extremely difficult to speak and read it fluently. Most mermaids and fairies know some of the basics."
"Does that mean that if I have family out there, I can find them"?
"Yes and no. Only one of each family's generation will receive this gift. Usually the first born. This only narrows down the search for who your mom is."
"Did you know her"? I ask with a bit excitement.
"All readers of this langue tend to find and help each other. Let us just say your mother asked me to locate your father and see if he had a daughter. See if she had signs," Morgan says, answering my question.
"Well, I did not have magic…"
"Magic usage in your realm is near to impossible. Your sign was that you were struggling with the reading portion of your education. As I just said, the langue is difficult to learn. When our minds are trying to wrap around it, it blocks away other languages. When I came to help, I gave tips that helped me."
"Why could you not just instead spoke words in the langue"?
"I did, you just did not notice. It takes time to tell the difference. I also did not want you to get the two languages mixed. It could have given away something."
"Why did you not take me back with you"?
"I was living at Neverland."
I take a few seconds to think about the math.
"That time frame does not make sense."
"Time runs differently in Neverland. And to add to the answer, I thought you were doing well, and I misjudged your father. For that, I am sorry."
"You just did what you thought was best."
"You forgive to easily."
"I have not forgiven my father."
"And I have not forgiven my cousin. I cannot say I am better."
I wanted to say there that was her cousin did was a lot worse, but I keep my mouth shut.
"If my real mom sent you to check on me, does that mean she would be willing to meet me"?
"It is not that easy. It was so much easier to see her at Neverland. Her and my magic was strong there. From there, with help from others, I could travel other realms. Even the realm without magic. Her magic is not strong here. But she very much does care for you."
"Why did not tell me this before"?
"I did not think you were ready."
"And now I am? It has to do with my father, does it not"?
"That, and I wanted to say it away from prying ears. Be honest, how are you feeling"?
"Angry and sad. I want to say I understand, but I feel betrayed," I say holding down a gulp.
"It seems like I have given everyone a reason to be angry at me."
"Would it have been worse if you kept in? The guilt I mean," I ask Morgan.
"That and replaying how this conversation would of been," she responds.
"Is it too late to ask another question"?
"No. You deserve answeres."
"Where is my mother? You talk as if she is in a different realm."
"She is. I do not know the full story, but she went against all the other fairies. She got banished to another realm. She helped create Neverland, therefore, her connection to the island would take time to fade. Her magic weakened each visit; she had one last one, and said she could never come back. She was brilliant. Your mother was looking for ways to leave the realm she is exiled in longer. With time I have had to think, she may have been looking for ways to travel to other realms."
"I am assuming she did not figure it out."
"No. For years, the fairies have tried to figure out to travel realms, and how the mermaids do it, but mermaid features are needed."
"What is her name"?
"Fiona."
A portion of my anger swells away. I feel a sense of happiness and relief on what Morgan told me.
"Anything else you have thinking about"?
"Yes. It may be a lot to take in."
"I no longer want to be in the dark."
Morgan looks around, leans in and whispers.
"I think your father was in this from the beginning. Think about it. He taught you how use a gun, and gave you education. I could have sworn I saw him here, before you came. He has been working with the fairies. Ava and Nathan were brought up with some similarities. Never knowing hunger until recently, that left you three in a weak spot. Also, Ava knew some of the basics of being a fairy, like how to use fairy dust. The escape was too easy. The fairy dust was in a convenient spot. You both know how to use a weapon. So, if it came to it, you both can defend yourselves with a deadly weapon. Making half-breeds have a worse look. But if it also came to it, anyone from their side could overpower you."
"What went wrong"?
"For one, I think the escape happened before planned. They may have left the dust out, but unless proper knowledge how to use it, its useless, making it safe to leave out early. Weapons on the other hand are not."
"And as for my father making sure I am educated"?
"I would say there would curiosity on whether you inherited your mother's ability. Your reading ways is a giveaway."
"And what is the chances all of this is just a big thought"?
"Cannot say."
"In all honesty, I would be surprised if that were to be true."
Especially with all the possibilities in the Enchanted Forest.
"Did Ava get a chance to talk to you"? I ask changing the subject.
"Yes. It was short, but sweet. From my understanding, she is jealous."
"I told her the feelings are mutual."
"I am not going to stop you, but if I were you, I would not be quick to talk about our recent conversation."
"I agree. Except I might mention that she not the only half-fairy around," I respond.
"I just want you to remember one thing when you tell her that, your and her mom are enemies. Try to leave some of the details about your mom. As for everyone else in the bunker, Ava and Nathan have not told the majority of the residents here. It is unsure how everyone would take it. Most are upset at the fairies"
"Thanks for the information."
"Mind if I ask something"? Morgan asks.
"I think it's your turn to have a question for me."
"Have you been having this gut feeling that every through no one exposed each other, but it is hard to trust us"?
Should I be honest?
"It has gone across my mind every now and then. I mean, I have barely known you for a year," Morgan continues.
It's been nearly year.
This is the first time I have really thought about.
"How long has been sense I entered the Enchanted Forest"?
"Near to seven months, not exactly a year yet."
"It just feels like it has been much longer," I admit.
"Your mind and body is still getting used to changes," Morgan points out.
"Why ask about not trusting people"?
"Just want to figure out how much faith each induvial is going to put in the group," she responds. I think there is another reason. I again, keep my mouth shut. Giving everyone your thoughts may be common practice here, but opening up my thoughts is not a habit of mine yet.
Gradually, the room became full of women and children. I myself, changed into a light green nightdress. Unlike other nights, I hardly feel tired by the time everyone else is tucking in or blowing out the lights. Ava gives a quiet good night and takes the bed next to me. Some of the nights I am able to sleep because of being physically tired, some because I am mentally tired, and some because of both. I thought because I took in a lot of information, and I am laying on something soft and comfortable. My mind instead is filled with questions. Most about my parents. If my mother is the type of person Morgan described, then how did something like her have a child with someone like my father? Would she be willing to take me in if she finds away to get to this realm? And was my father working for the fairies since the beginning?
I must have gotten sleep, because when I open my eyes again, there is a few lights that have been lighten. Looking around, I notice nearly everyone is still sleeping. I carefully put on my clothes from the previous day and walk to the kitchen. After repeatedly walk into many storage rooms. The layout maybe the same as the last time I have been here, but I still get lost around here.
"Good morning," I heard voice say I enter the kitchen.
"Good morning," I manage to croak out.
"Here." I am handed a cup of water, which I graciously except.
"You tend to be awake odd hours," I hear Melissa's voice say. She is cracking some eggs.
"Yes, I try to make most of the awake hours."
She laughed. "Wish half of the people here thought that way."
"Can I help with breakfast"?
"That would be nice dear. Can you lay out the dishes"?
I nod and start. I carefully grab plates.
Thunk
"Well, I am glad those are wooden," Melissa says referring to the set bowls I have dropped.
"Sorry about that." The rest of my time in the kitchen with four other adults was spent without incidents.
"This your first time in a bed in months, and you did not use it to the fullest"? Morgan asks walking in.
"I do not mind the extra help, especially from the younger ones," Melissa responds to her comment.
"I used to help."
"You did, but it's been a while."
"I will help out with dinner."
"We shall see," Melissa responds seeming to not believe her.
After breakfast, the six of us meet together in the common room.
"I think we should start by saying..."
"Shhh.. try to keep your voice down," Morgan interrupts Ava glancing at the others in the room.
"Alright, fine. Do we want to continue helping others"?
"That decision should be made by each individual," Jonathon says.
"Please note; if any of us decides to go, coming back might not be an option," Morgan reminds us.
"Maybe if we explain the situation, maybe we can obtain the password."
"And who would like to bring this up to Melissa? I am not is a position to do that anyone," Morgan says.
"Is any of us really and good convincing"? Ava asks.
"Joshua and Jonathon," I speak up.
"We could, but I think we should wait to ask," Jonathon responds.
"Why"? Morgan asks.
"All of us need to become in good standings. Do chores. Be polite. Do not cause any trouble."
"How long do we plan to wait"? Morgan asks unhappily.
"Maybe a few weeks," Jonathon responds.
"It feels wrong to wait so long."
"I say if we cannot agree all together, I think we should vote," Ava suggests.
"Everyone willing to wait a few weeks, please place your hand forward."
Nathan and Jonathon are the only ones who places their hands forward.
"Anyone who wants to wait more than a month."
No one.
"Everyone who wants to wait less than a week, please put your hand forward."
The rest of us place our hands forward.
"Without saying, I think we all agree we want to continue. If by three or four days we are all in good standing, I think all of us should be there to ask," Ava announces.
"Who put you in charge"? Morgan asks Ava.
"Somebody needed to start talking, so I did."
"Before we start a fight, I suggest we start on the chores," Nathan says. "Who do we need to ask now"?
"Well, I for one know where we keep the brooms, were the washroom is at. We can all split into pairs. One pair can head to the washroom, one can start sweeping, and one can clean the carpets. Later, I agreed to help set up for dinner," Morgan responds.
"Just do not do a perfect job; they may want to keep us here."
"Continuing, wants do which chore"?
No response.
"Ok then, maybe we should draw rocks," Ava says.
I will be right back," Jonathon says leaving the common room. In less than five minutes, he comes back with six rocks. He lays out three pairs, not perfect in scope, but similar in size.
"Where are these from? They smell worse than a rats nest."
"I think it is best I do not answer that," Jonathon responds. "I will just mix them, and we can all pick one. Small ones sweep, medium ones do laundry, and who gets a large one gets the carpets."
All the rocks are placed a hat, when it is my turn, I grab a medium sized one. Morgan and Joshua are going to sweep, Jonathon and Ava are going to do the carpets, that leaves me and Nathan.
"There may be others doing these jobs, so either assist, or find something else to do."
After being directed to the laundry room, two adults, and one girl a few years older than me are already starting on the laundry.
"Never thought chores as a way of strategy," I say to Nathan.
"Everything could be a strategy or a bribery if used right," is all he said.
If I was placed with anyone else, there would be a conversation between us two. Instead, I talk to the adults about the life here, and who is related. I knew there were a few people here related, but I discovered at least half of the people here are related by blood. I wish I spoke more and got to know others my last visit at the bunker.
The next few days are spent mostly the same. The only big difference on the days was switching out chores and partners. There is still a bit coldness between Morgan and a few of the adults.
"I think Eleanor and Joshua should go. You both are on the best grounds," Morgan says.
"Do you honestly think we would know the best words to use"? Joshua asks. Then turns to me. "No offense."
"You have a point, so non taken," I respond.
"Sounding unprofessional might help with the case. I think they are tired of all the "adult" talks," Morgan says.
"And what happens if what we say makes everything worse"?
"Nobody can get mad at you guys. It would not be taken too personal."
"Alright, remind me what is supposed to be said"?
"Our mission, the buffs, practically everything. And then ask for a key."
"I am willing to if you are," I tell Joshua.
"Lets just get this over with," he responds.
We stand by a door in knock. After the invitation to come is given, we head over to a room, were Melissa and a few others talking.
"How can I help you today"? Melissa asks.
"We wandered if we can talk privately."
"Please excuse us." Everyone but the three of us politely leaves the room.
"We wanted to tell you what has been going on the past few months," Joshua starts.
"We were not exactly honest," I admit.
"After a few weeks, Morgan made some buffs, with a certain plant that can only be seen by others…"
"Who want to see it," Melissa interrupts. "I am aware of such plants."
"The reason they were made was so we could help others without the threat of being caught."
"In what ways were you helping others"?
"We used what we knew. Morgan helped with anything medical, Jonathon helped with building things, Ava would help by teaching children games and made simple toys from nature. We used our differences of knowledge to cover most areas."
"If that is true, it is compelling on what you six have be doing. What is the real reason you are bringing this up"?
"We want to go out again, but we need to come back, we need someone to be able to get us in the bunker."
"It is would be hard for me to put any of you in the system. Especially since you six are children. I refuse to put you six in danger."
"Some of us agreed we were going to leave without the ability to come back."
"And why is there only two of you coming forth about this"?
No response.
"And I assume this has to do with the extra hands on the chores."
Again, no response.
"I will bring it up to the others, but give me a couple of days. The answer are likely no; I remind again, you six are children."
"Thank you for your time," I say right before me, and Joshua leave the room.
"That went well. Or at least better than I expected," Joshua says as we walk down the hall.
"It does not look like it went well," Ava says as we get back to the group.
"Melissa wants to talk and think it over, but she said the answer will be probably be no. She knows about us not causing trouble and doing the extra chores."
"That is not good; I think it smart to keep this between only the few of us," Morgan responds.
"Should someone go back and tell Melissa that"?
"I will," Morgan responds.
"I thought you were not willing to talk to her."
"Earlier I was not, but since she knows everyone's involvement, she might need to hear from me. After all, I am the one she is upset at."
"I am waiting around again; I am going back the sleeping quarters."
Without saying anything, we all go our separate ways. I go with Ava to the sleeping quarters.
"I have been meaning to talk to you," I say sitting on her bunk.
"Is it something I have done"?
"Why would you think that"?
"I suspect whenever you need to talk about something you need to get off your chest, you go to Morgan," Ava responds.
"Oh, it is nothing you have done. I do not know why saying this is scary, but remember when we had guesses about which family I came from"? I ask Ava.
"What about it"?
"About the discussion about which magical side I come from. I believe I am like you, a half-fairy."
"Your right, I have no idea why that is scary. It just means we might be going through some changes together."
"Changes"?
"Like the half-mermaids go through changes when they grow up. All of them are born being able to breathe underwater, but for most of their teen years, they are able to control water and their aging progress slows down."
"Does our aging process slow down"?
"Did for my brother. As for our magic, me and Nathan are able to control air. I did it back in the dungeon we were in when we first meet. How did you come to the fact you are a half-fairy"?
"I can certainly not breathe underwater. ...And Morgan knew my mom."
"How long have you know that"? Ava asks with some anger in her voice.
"We talked about it the day I got here. I was going to tell you as soon as I find the right moment. And like I early, I was a little nervous telling you this," I admit.
"Why did she not tell you this before"?
"She said she wanted to know for sure," I say before I can think before I said that.
"How did she know for sure"? Ava asks suspiciously.
"I guess that is something I will have to ask next time we talk," I say not admitting all the facts given in the conversation.
"Well, overall, I think it is great to be able to go through this with someone like me. Besides my brother. As I have asked way back, I am going to suggest that you do not grow around telling everyone about who you are. Not everyone is Morgan."
"She did mention something similar."
"It looks like she got all the bases covered."
"Is there anyone else you know of like us"?
"No. Being a half-fairy is not exactly a bragging right."
"Well, I know you have Morgan, but if you have anything odd going on, or any questions, please free to come talk to me."
"Alright, any changes"?
"I would not count this as a change, and it might help to your half-fairy case, but we can breathe through airs humans can not. That is why I suggested it before. I knew there was a chance the dungeon we were in that the air was more breathable. Everywhere up there actually. But still, being able to breathe thin air is nothing compared to breathing underwater."
"Maybe someday, a gift will be discovered, and it will match whatever they can do."
"Not going to lie, I am not an expert, but controlling the air is pretty amazing, just hard to learn and do."
"You brother taught you, right"?
"Yes, him and Morgan were the ones to figure it out. Nathan is the one learning how to use the magic. He does not want me to experiment; afraid I will get hurt."
"He must be a great brother, always worried."
"You two talking about anything important"? Morgan's voice says.
I really wish we did not sit on a position were both our backs is facing the doorway.
"Just about what we disgust this week," I say.
"I see. Thought you two would be glad to know that Jonathon was able to push for an answer from Melissa."
"And"? Ava asks.
"We can, under circumstances. The body sensitive touch of two of us will be added. We must come back each night, and only go out three days a week. There will be no individuals. Every time someone has to leave a group, they must be with someone else. If we see any HBH's, we leave immediately. No trouble of any types. And lastly, everyone must get medically trained."
"That must been hard to get."
"It was. Melissa also says she will regret making this decision," Morgan admits.
"When do we can to start medical training"? Ava asks.
"Tomorrow, first thing."
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Neverland:
"I am sick, not dying," I say trying to push Baelfire's hand away from my forehead.
"You need to be fully well before you leave the cave again."
"Me not being the sun is going to slow down the process, and I am nearly better."
"Are you well enough to have a serious talk"?
"Does it have to do why you are stopping me from leaving the cave"?
"You can say that. Or you can say I got Pan mad at us," Baelfire responds.
"That must have not been hard," I say.
"He knows about us trying to escape. And it did not help that I cleared the lines between us. From now on, we are now enemies to everyone on the island."
"Good job Baelfire. I am sure you did what I have been wanting to do ever since I stepped foot on this island."
"Not exactly. But is it not odd that no one has gone to the cave"?
"This might sound odd to you, but I think there is a spell or a such that is protecting us."
"The only object over the cave is the …. plants."
"If I had to guess, the plant has magical properties."
"But why would it work against Pan? He controls everything on the island."
"Or maybe that is what he leads on everyone to believe."
"That would be not surprising. He did mention something else. He said you half-fairy."
I freeze for a second.
"He is trying to pull the trust in each other apart," I trying to mislead him.
"Look, I will not be upset, just please tell the truth."
"I guess I owe you that. That Pan was not lying about. But I did not lie about me and mom not getting along," I admit.
"Is it a myth that fairies make the best mothers"?
"I do not think my experience with mine can cover all of them. I have seen times were my mother is more motherlike to others."
"I will not forget the one that gave me a magic bean to leave the Enchanted Forest with my papa."
"That is great. Glad you proved my point. Did Pan by any chance say anything else"?
"Yes. He said he needs your blood. He also needs you alive, but barely. Is there anything that distinct your mother from the other fairies"?
"Nothing that would help us."
"Please share if you think of anything."
"I will do that. But now, I am going to get some sun."
He gives me a look of disappoint.
"I will only be going right outside the cave. No walks or anything. Just some sun in my face."
He accepts this and walks out with me and holds my arm tightly like I am fragile.
"I am sorry about what I said about a fairy helping me. I know your time with them was rough. I should have known better."
"I just need to except the fact that the fairies cared more about helping children not from their own," I say.
The sun on my body takes away some of my chills. After a couple of minutes, pulling away from my body's want for staying out, I go back in. Baelfire gently grabs my elbow to assist me.
"Do think I am going to break? Even fairies are not that fragile," I point out to Baelfire.
"Really? Not from what I have heard."
"You have heard wrong then. They try not to get dirty, but they will not break from tripping or getting hit.'
"I know you are not fragile, but you are recovering," Baelfire points out.
I give a little smile.
"Baelfire, with everything that happened, do you still want to escape"?
"If it has done anything, it has given me more motivation. Do you really want to back to the Realm Without Magic with me? With your family in the Enchanted Forest and all."
"I think it is best that I never return to that realm. A fresh start would be great."
"Good. From now on, we really need to me honest with each other."
We as in me. He has been honest; I cannot say the same thing.
"Alright. Any new discoveries"?
"I might have found a solution to some of our building problems."
"I am relieved to hear that. I cannot wait to back to building. Laying down has made me stiff and lazy," I admit.
"I am waiting to start when you tolerate loud noises."
"Oh, please start. My ears will forgive you if we get out of here sooner."
"Alright, but first, I am going to see if the traps collected anything. And on the way, herbs and berries."
"Just be careful."
"I know; I have gotten use to sneaking out by now."
It is odd that Baelfire is fine with me being a half-fairy. He does not hide he is anti-magic. Maybe I have also given off signs that I am also anti-magic. Maybe he thinks I was born cursed; no choice of being surrounded by magic.
Instead of laying back down, I got up and looked at what Baelfire was referring to. It looks like a bunch of things he brought from the camp or found in the jungle. Not wanting to mess up anything, I pick up the pieces one by one and use a rock to force of the dirt, leaves, or bugs stuck on them.
"Thanks for doing that," Baelfire's voice says.
"You were fast coming in and out," I respond.
"I got faster after the sixty-seventh time of sneaking out and in."
"I have noticed."
My eyes direct to what he has caught.
"Looks like we are eating tonight."
"Do you really think I was going to let us go hungry"?
"No, just some days are better than others. And if you want, I will make supper, you can get back to working on the escape boat."
"I do not think that is a good idea."
"Do you really think I will let you do all the work again? You need to rest too."
"Alright, but if you get sicker, I will not hear it."
Baelfire's ideas worked. I am also feeling better. Food is not hard to find. Things seem to be too easy. He also notices this. Because of this, we are working quicker and longer hours.
"Pan is making things this easy; he might as well let us escape," I say.
"If Pan did, you would not except it."
"Neither would you."
"On paper, you look like a simple case of too much pride."
Talking, the easiest way for me and Baelfire to spend our time whether we are building or not. I would have such serious or funny conversations with Peony. I never thought I could considered a boy as a close friend. We were both outsiders who were judged because of our parents actions.
"You want to go out today"? I ask Baelfire.
"Out of excuses to go out"?
"Well, we technically we can go out to check on the traps."
"I am sure something will be caught within the last hour," Baelfire says sarcastically. He did check in the last hour from anything caught. But whether it is to collect food or water, excuses are made to go out.
"Nah, I will go check to see if the clothes are dry."
"I will go with you. If I remember correctly, its an extra heavy load."
"Someday, I just wanting to back outside will be an excuse among itself again," I say wishfully.
"And maybe we will not lie about having laundry to collect."
"Before we head out, we need to place the tar on the wood can dry out. Its too damp in here."
"We can either fan it, or find a spot that hopefully will not be found. Or if it is, it is overlooked."
"We can leave it for now, and sleep on it."
"Do you think we can sleep with that smell"?
"Alright, what do you think we should do"?
"Find a spot outside; hopefully the smell will make the lost boys turn their noses."
"Alright, without thinking much about it, we found an actual good excuse to go out."
I push the vines away from the doorway to take a peek.
"All clear," I announce.
"Let's go around the more tree part of the island"
I let him lead me to the jungle.
"What about this rock"? Baelfire asks pointing out a part rock offering some shading.
"I think that is brilliant, it might even camouflage. It also helps that it is not terribly far away for the cave."
The carrying the make-shift parts of the boat was a struggle. It is not light, making it difficult to carry, and the smell did not help.
"I really hope this is worth it," Baelfire says as we cover our project with leaves and sticks, being careful to leave the parts that need to dry open.
"It will be if it stays together."
After we get back to the cave, we retire for the night. We agreed to check on the boat often.
Sound of multiple steps running wakes me up. I can see flickers of fire near the cave. The sounds goes off. I walk to the entrance of the cave. The sound is more efficient there.
"Baelfire, wake up. Something is going on."
He moans and rubs his eyes.
"Are you sure"?
"Yes, go close to the entrance. You can hear from there."
"What do you think it is"? he whispers.
"Either a wildfire or a late-night celebration."
As Baelfire gets up, I open up the doorway.
"I am going to check to see if there is anything going on that we should worry about," I say to Baelfire right before I take off.
For the first few minutes, I see nothing. Not caring about not being able to see well or tripping, I run as fast I can. As I run deeper in the forest, the sight of fire gets closer.
No.
It does not take too long to realize what is going on. A hand grabs my shoulder and arm.
I knew everything was too good to believe.
"And I used to think even you were smarter than this."
I know that voice, smell, and touch. Felix.
"Long time, no see."
"Too long."
He pulls one arm around my waist, and another around my arm, half-dragging me. I continue struggling, but he has my sensitive points.
"Did your mom teach you were not to touch someone"?
"I thought you knew better than to mention any type of adults, especially parents."
Instead of responding, I turn my head and bit his hand on my shoulder. Instead of letting go like I expected, he slaps me. I have been slapped before, but this particular time, it pain is exhilarating. Enough to make me shed a tear.
"She was stupid enough to come," Felix says as he stops moving me.
"Should I really ask how long it took you to capture me"?
"Make her stand," I hear Pan's voice say.
Felix places one hand across my abdomen and the another around my neck, pulling a small choke. All around me are the lost boys, many holding torches. Across from me is the rock, with the makeshift boat.
"Tonight, we are going to see what happens to those who try to escape"! Pan announces as the lost boys cheers.
"We cannot find Baelfire," I here John say.
"He will not be far behind. But that does not matter. You all know what to do."
Felix, Pan, and a few other of the lost boys stay in their place as most of them surround the rock. The majority of them lower their torches and light me and Baelfire's project on fire. I want to shout, cry, or any noise that shows anger, sadness, and frustration. Me, and especially Baelfire, poured our hours and minds into this project, and in a few flames, it is gone. There is only one hope, they have not found Baelfire. I just hope if he goes this way, he leaves instead of trying anything like stopping the burning, or saving me.
"You know were to take her," Pan says to Felix.
Felix goes back to half-dragging me. Full of emotions, and without thinking, I move every inch of my body. I continue, with my small limitations to scratch and slap him. Anything to cause him pain or annoyance.
I feel more hands wrap themselves around me. Quickly, I am lifted into the air, being carried to an unknown location. The second my legs are lowered, by hands are forced out wide. Strong, thick rope is placed around each wrist. Each, wrist is now tightly tied. My legs are thrown to the ground. I am not low enough to sit, but kneel or stand. The two ropes separating my hands are two, strong poles. At least that is what it looks like. The lost boys leave me and go their separate ways. The usual bright stars seem to be dim, and there are no torches. Leaving me alone with no knowledge of which part of the forest I am.
"Are you comfortable"? Pan voice says.
"Yes, you certainly know how to treat your guests."
"I am glad you have noticed, and you are comfortable; you will be staying here for a while."
"Come were I can see you," I order.
"Why? I like scaring you," Pan taunts. By my surprise, he comes in view, and I feel his hand lifting up my chin.
"That slap must still sting."
I swing my face to get out of his grasp.
"It would be a shame for you to receive any more pain," Pan taunts.
"Do you mean the sickness you caused"?
He laughs.
"You really do not give the benefit of the doubt."
"It is hard to give you that."
"I love teasing you. And it is especially dun since your precious escape plan blew up."
"Do you mean that waste you ordered to be burned? I thought people show emotions when their things get destroyed."
"I thought I mentioned before that playing stupid does not help you."
"Alright, if you want to be real, why is my mom's blood important"?
"Baelfire must be better at sharing. How long did it take for him to mention it"?
"Shorter time then you would hope."
"Then perhaps he also mentioned that I need you alive, but barely. Imagen, you go under a coma, but never waking up."
"You would not."
"I think you know not to question what I would, or would not do."
"Then do it; I may be asleep, but at least I will be in peace."
Pan laughs as if he knew something I do not.
"Not this particular sleep. Yes, your body will be at ease, but your mind will not be. Every second will be a nightmare. Or perhaps I can keep you awake, your body not being able to move, just the time passing by for eternity."
There is nothing I can think or say to respond to that. Pan got in my head. Something I am hoping would never happen, but it did. I expect him to say something else, but just silence. He must have left me to torture me with the thoughts of what he threated. Baelfire is under the threat of being killed. Become and example. With what Pan told me, Baelfire would still have a better fate of being killed than me from being torture for eternity.
Nothing can distract me from the pain around my wrists and the strain around my legs from my two limited positions. This might be one of my longest nights. There would be no shock if Pan made the night longer. As the hours pass, I become more hungry, dehydrated, and weak.
I switch positions so I am slumped on my knees, with my head hanging forward. Little by little, light fills the island. With the island reaches half of its normal midday light, I can tell I am close to the lost boy's camp. Pan would not want his prisoner too far out without anyone watching over me.
Wet and coldness covers the upper section of my body. I lift up my chin. Felix is there, holding a bucket.
"I am here to give something to drink, well, what is left of it. If you want any, open your mouth."
I open my mouth to let liquid drip all over my face.
"You are fun when you are desperate," Felix says placing his hand on the cheek he slapped.
"I would watch it. You do not want to get in trouble with Pan again," I croak out.
"He actually gave the go to hurt in anyway, as long as nothing will leave you permanently scared."
Before I can say anything back, Felix takes out a sharp looking rock, and scratches my cheek. Blood trickles down my face.
"That is going to leave a scar," I say.
"It will heal, leave a mark, but it will heal. Pan and I have a different idea of scars than you."
Pain goes instantly to the nose. I feel blood rushing up. Without time to recover, a punch goes to my stomach, knocking the wind out. If there was no rope, I would collapse on the ground. Instead, the ropes around my wrists are burring itself in my skin.
"That is enough," another voice say. One I have not heard a while, Stephan's.
"I only take orders from Pan," Felix says not taking his eyes off me.
"And as do I. If you harm her anymore, you will be disobeying Pan. I will recall he was not pleased from last time."
"I do not need anyone to watch over me, or my actions," he says stomping off. Eyeing the both of us on his way out of sight.
"Your turn to torment me"? I ask Stephan ask he walks closer to me.
"Believe or not, most of us do not like inflicting pain against someone who is helpless to defend themself."
"I have learned that not standing up and letting the actions happen make it much of your fault."
"You are not making anything better for yourself, or Baelfire," Stephan warns.
"Thanks for the warning."
"Your voice is still croaky; you want water in a more humane way"?
Again, I put my pride away and nod. Stephan takes a look around, and takes out a water jug, bringing them down to my lips.
"Thank you," I say after he pulls away.
"Just do not speak a word."
"That is easy enough."
"I am going to go. Remember what I said."
He leaves me to deal with my pain. The pain on my wrists and legs are small compared to my face to abdomen. Felix definitely has been getting tougher since I first meet him. My ears buzz a cutting sounds. I jumply slump down on one side. My right wrist has still rope tied around it, but the connecting is cut off. I slouch my head up to the left, Baelfire is cutting my left wrist with a dull knife. It takes time, but he is able to make it free. He places one of my arms around his head, helping me up. I fall down every few steps. It seems to take both of all of our strength to make it to a hidden part of a hill close by.
"We will stay here for a little while," Baelfire says.
"I should have enough strength to make it," I say hoping to convince Baelfire to keep going.
"Do not exert yourself."
"Go then, I refuse to be the reason why you caught."
"No, I am not going to leave you to be tortured."
Before I could respond, footsteps are heard from above us. They never stop to listen. There is a few minutes of listening, then Baelfire gives the all clear.
"Are you ready"? Baelfire asks.
"Please get us out here," I beg.
Without hesitation, Baelfire supports me up. I keep my eyes on my legs, going one step at a time.
"I can not leave either of you alone for a short amount of time," Pan voice echoes.
"It is just his voice, keep going," Baelfire whispers.
Me and Baelfire fail backwards when a body pops right in front of us.
"Pan"! Baelfire shouts.
"Baelfire," I mumble.
"Yes"? he asks gently moving closer to me.
"Do not be aggressive, he wants that."
"Pan, you need to stop this, she has been through enough," Baelfire pleads.
"When have I ever stopped when just getting started"? Pan mocks.
Started? It is hard enough to stand on my own.
"Just do what you want with me. I will give myself up if you let her go."
"Baelfire, don't."
The blood on my nose is sizzling down to my mouth.
"The thing about deals Baelfire is making the person you are trying persuade that they want what you are offering. You are fun, but not worth the trade."
I feel relieved on Pan's refusal.
Pan leans over to me. He does not to say any words, his smirk is enough. I swallow the blood piling up, and spit it on his face. Pan's hands instantly goes over his eyes as he crumples to the ground. Baelfire rushes to my side.
"No, go. Or I will never forgive you," I hiss.
He lifts me off the ground in an uncomfortable position and runs as fast as possible. My eyes jump up and down. He then stops.
"What is wrong"?
"We are in the cave."
I feel myself being lowered onto a handmade mattress.
"This is your second time in a row saving me."
"You would have done the same."
I turn my head, so I am facing the wall.
"Do you know what they did"? I ask already knowing the answer.
"You talking about taking you, or what they did to our escape boat"?
"They burned it Baelfire. What we both worked on so hard."
"A life lesson I learned is when one door closes, another opens. I learned that when my Papa did not go the realm without magic with me. The door of us being a family closed, but a door opened when the Darlings excepted me. We can either try to remake the boat, or come up with another, better idea."
"I am out of ideas," I admit now covering my ears because the buzzing is getting worse.
I let him patch my cheek and wipe off the blood tripping down my nose.
"This is frustrating I admit," I say not knowing if Baelfire heard it. He has been spending more time taking care of me over everything. I close in my nose and mouth, and blow out. It always helps.
"What is frustrating"?
"Many things, for one, the lost boys do not seem to able to think on their own. What Pan say, goes."
"Pan killed to teach them a lesson. He is using us as an example. My Papa would use fear to control those who despised him," Baelfire points out.
"I get your point," I say admitting his point.
"I suppose this is when I get on about the bright side."
"I beg of you to find one."
"If we want to restart the idea, we will not be starting by square one. We know what not to do, and we were smart to keep extra supplies we need on the side."
"I feel like the supplies we need to collect with suddenly disappear."
"I can do a run through the jungle," Baelfire offers.
"One more thing Baelfire, were you captured and escaped, or did you not get caught"?
"All of the lost boys were in front of me, but I think Pan was more worried about capturing you. Some of the things you have said and done made the others question their loyalty to Pan. If I had to guess, he wanted to show he can hurt even the strongest."
"Sometimes, I feel it is out of stupidity of what I do to defy Pan," I say letting out a yawn.
"You have not slept in long while, get some sleep."
"Baelfire, I have survived longer without closing my eyes."
"That may be true, but you did not have a broken nose or had the wind knocked out of you."
"Then please agree not to leave the cave until I wake up," I beg.
"I want to start collecting more supplies, just to be careful."
"I do not want you to get captured and tortured."
"As soon as you reopen your eyes, I will be here," Baelfire promises.
"I will not be able to rest if you being out in the open is in my mind," I admit.
"Fine, I will stay," Baelfire says sounding a little unhappy.
"Thank you."
It is dark when I wake up. I feel around, looking for the fire making supplies.
"Baelfire," I whisper loudly.
He left. I feel the two sharp rocks and some wood. We keep these laid out for times such as now. When I can see around, Baelfire is gone and the cracks show it is nightfall.
"I am sorry I left," Baelfire voice says coming from the entrance of the cave after a little time of waiting.
"You scared me," I say close to shouting.
"I know, and I am sorry you woke up before I came back."
"You lied to my face, do not do that again."
"I know, and I am sorry."
"I am just glad you do not look harmed."
"It helped that everyone is distracted."
This caught my attention.
"Distracted? By what"?
"The same reason I did not come back with more supplies. The pirates I told you about, they are on the island, and Pan is not too pleased with the captain."
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