Hey guys! Welcome to a new season of lost princess. For those of you who have come from season 2 thank you so much for your continued support. Anyone who is new welcome! I would recommend reading season 1 and 2 to catch up first. Hope you guys like it and here's to another season of sarcasm. Thanks my lovelys
Sarah didn't know how long she had been falling through that portal before her feet hit land once more. That's what it felt like: falling. Falling from her life, her family and for the first time in a while, her magic. As she stumbled onto the beach below she quickly tried to make her move away only to be grabbed by Greg.
"No, uh-uh uh-uh uh. Slow down, pal. You've got nowhere to go," the man spoke softly considering the circumstances. Very different from the man who had been torturing her a day before.
"I am not your pal… in fact I don't think you have pals cause crazy people don't get pals," the teen ranted as she tried to struggle her way free.
"We made it. Mission accomplished," Tamara sighed ignoring the pairs struggle.
"Are you sure about that?" Sarah questioned. "Cause my mom is coming to get me. Both of them. And my dad… and yes I realise I have way too many parents."
"You might wanna take a look around, kid. Do you see any clock towers? You're a long way from Storybrooke," Greg released his grip but stayed close enough to grab the girl if she tried to run again.
"Dude, my family is from the enchanted forest do you really think they wont find a way to make it back here?" The teen knew her family would be here soon, it was keeping herself safe in the meantime that was beginning to worry her. She had tried to use her magic ever since they entered the portal but ever since she used it to help herself and Regina escape it just hadn't been working right.
Wind began to howl in the distance making the island seem colder than before. "Well, we're not in the Enchanted Forest. This is Neverland," Tamara explained.
"Neverland? As in where Peter Pan and tinker bell live? Wow I just thought we got the eyeliner pirate I didn't realise we were going to meet the whole cast," the teen couldn't help but be surprised every time a new Disney character popped out the wood work.
"It's the mother lode of magic," Tamara offered before turning to Greg. "Where's the communicator? We need to signal the Home Office."
Greg takes out a device from his backpack handing it over to the woman. "Here you go, T."
"An office in the jungle? Huh. Who works there?" Sarah was getting more lost by the second. "It must be one hell of a commute."
Greg glared at the girl before walking over so they were only millimeters apart. "Who we work for is not your concern, kid. Just know that they take care of us."
"Okay first of all we have a breath issue," the brunette complained taking a step back. "And second of all can they tell you how to get back home after you destroy magic?"
"We don't ask questions. We just believe in our cause," the man grumbled.
Tamara looked puzzled at the device in her hand before turning to her partner. "Greg? I'm not getting a status light on this thing."
"Did you check the batteries?" the man questioned, taking the device so he could check for himself. As he opened the battery compartment sand started to pour out joining the rest on the floor.
"What the hell is this? A toy?" Tamara demanded.
"It's a good thing you guys don't ask any questions," Sarah smiled, finding comfort in the small victories.
"Let's go," Greg whispered to Tamara before turning to the teen. "Walk!"
"Well seen as you asked so nicely," Sarah rolled her eyes following the pair.
Meanwhile, on Hook's ship Emma stood to the edge of the deck staring at the sea below. How had she not stopped this? She had never been good at much but keeping her daughter safe she could do. At least she could before Storybrooke. One thing was for sure, the blonde didn't care who she had to take down to find her kid but she was bringing her daughter home one way or another.
"Hey," Mary Margaret interrupted her daughter thoughts as her and her husband approached. "What happened to Neal and Sarah - it's not your fault. You can't blame yourself."
"I don't. I blame you," the blonde fixed the woman with a cold stare. "All this happened because I listened to you. You say good always wins. It doesn't. I didn't grow up in some fairy tale land and neither did my kid. Our experience is different. That's all I can go on."
"And all we have to go on is ours, so if you would just let us share our wisdom—" Mary Margaret tried but it only seemed to infuriate her daughter more.
"I appreciate you trying to be parents, but we're the same age. We have equal amounts of wisdom. And all I want is Sarah back. I should never have broken the curse. I should've just stayed in New York with Sarah like she wanted and—" the blonde began but was soon interrupted.
"You're right. Th-Then you'd be together. We missed you growing up Emma, and it haunts us every day," the woman's voice began to break as the pain took over.
David put a hand on his wife's shoulder for back up. "And that's why we're here now. We don't want you to have to go through the same thing, too, and you won't. We are gonna get our family back."
"How can you two be so infuriatingly optimistic?!" Emma snapped. She was really starting to miss her daughters pessimistic attitude.
"It's who we are," David explained simply.
"Why?" The Charming's seemed taken aback by the question. "Ever since you got your memories back, ever since you remembered that you're Snow White and Prince Charming, your lives have... they've... well, they've sucked!"
David took a step forward to ague the point. "No. No, we found you."
"And lost Sarah and Neal, and countless other people!" Emma didn't understand why she couldn't make her parents see just how bad things really were.
"Emma, the minute I let go of the belief that things will get better is the minute that I know they won't. We'll find Sarah," the teacher promised but her daughter didn't seem convinced.
Before the argument could continue, Zac cautiously approached the trio. "Sorry to interrupt this warm family moment but Gold seems to be making his escape."
Everyone looked to Gold who did look like he was planning on departing. He was dressed in his old Rumple outfit packing a bag to his side.
"Oh, that's a great use of our time—a wardrobe change," Hook rolled his eyes.
"I'm gonna get Sarah," Gold explained leaving no room for argument.
"We agreed to do this together," Regina protested.
"Actually, we made no such agreement," the man countered.
"Why are you doing this?" Gold and Sarah had never got a long and Emma was struggling to understand why he would put his neck on the line for her now.
"Because I wanna succeed," the man smiled like it was obvious.
"What makes you think I'm gonna fail?" Emma growled causing Zac to put a hand on her shoulder to stop her from pouncing.
"Well, how could you not? You don't believe in your parents, or in magic, or even yourself," it was clear Gold had listened to everything Emma had to say.
"I slayed a dragon. I think I believe," Emma argued, reminding everyone how far she was willing to go for her daughter.
"Only what was shown to you. When have you ever taken a real leap of faith? You know, the kind where there's absolutely no proof? I've know you some time, Miss Swan. And, sadly, despite everything you've been through, you're still just that... bail bonds-person, looking for evidence. Well, dearie, that's not gonna work in Neverland," Gold knew he hit a sore spot as Emma took a step back.
"I'll do whatever it takes," the blonde insisted.
"Well, you just need someone to tell you what that is. Sorry, dearie, our foe is too fearsome for hand-holding. Neverland is a place where imagination runs wild. And, sadly, yours doesn't," with that the man span his cane leading him to disappear and just leave the wooden stick behind.
Sarah sat on the beach to rest her legs why she watched the adults build a fire. "We making s'mores?" she questioned causing the man to glare at her.
"No. Building a signal," Greg stated bluntly before turning to Tamara. "Help me gather some dry leaves. We need to let the home office know that we're here."
"And what if that's not enough?" Tamara was beginning to panic. "What if the empty communicator wasn't an accident?"
"Don't let the kid get in your head," Greg scolded but before he could continue rustling in the background caught their attention. The trio turned their heads to find they were facing a team of teenagers. "Who are you?"
"They are here to save me, teenagers stick together," Sarah joked, causing no reaction from the teens.
"We're the Home Office. Welcome to Neverland," the boy in front greeted.
"The Home Office is a bunch of teenagers?" Tamara raised an eyebrow at the kids.
"They're not just teenagers," Sarah explained realising she recognised the boys from Henrys book. "They're the Lost Boys."
"Look at that," the leader smirked.
"Why do the Lost Boys want to destroy magic," Sarah was officially confused. "Don't you need it to you know fly… make pizza… whatever teenage boys do."
"Who said we wanna destroy magic," the smirk remained firm on the boys face.
"That was our mission," it was Greg's turn to be confused.
"So you were told. Yes," the boy nodded. "Now the girl. Hand her over."
"Girl?" Sarah raised her eyebrows. "The girl has a name."
"Not unless you tell us the plan—for magic, for getting home," Tamara piped up.
"You're not getting home," the boys took a step forward.
"Then you're not getting the girl," Greg stepped closer to the young girl in question.
"Of course we are," they took another step forward.
With that a loud roaring could be heard from above. The trio looked up to see a shadow storming the sky. Suddenly, the shadow flew to Greg, ripping his shadow away, killing him in an instance.
"Run!" Tamara screamed as her and Sarah began to move away.
"Get the girl," the leader of the lost boys screamed as they began to chase after the woman. One of the teens got an arrow, shooting it towards the pair. Tamara gasped as it hit her in the back, causing her to fall to the ground. Sarah didn't dare look back, she just kept running. Just as she was about to escape the girl tripped on a tree root falling to the ground. Before she had chance to think a boy appeared at her side picking her up.
"Come on," he yelled as the pair began to run once more. They hid out of site till the lost boys past, both of them giving a sigh of relief.
"Thanks," Sarah panted.
"Pan and his forces are in tune with every grain of sand on the island. We must be careful," the boy responded still tense.
"Are—are you a Lost Boy?" the girl questioned, unsure whether she should trust her saviour.
"I was," the boy began to remove the zip ties that Greg and Tamara had put on the girls wrists. "But I escaped. And now they're after me, too."
"How? What happened?" the girl questioned intrigued by the stranger.
"No time for questions. We must keep moving. Come on," the pair got back on their feet, running off into the distance.
"I think we lost them," the stranger spoke after a while.
"Okay. Can we rest for a minute? I'm not one for running I'm always in the wrong shoes," the boy nods giving a small smile at the girls humour.
The boy observed the girl for awhile looking her up and down. "You're new. Did the Shadow take you, too?"
"No," Sarah sighed. "I was kidnapped by some people that work for Pan."
"I'm sorry. If he sent for you, he wants you. And if Pan wants you, he will get you," the boy explains.
"Well gee thanks that's comforting," Sarah sighed taking a seat on the ground. "Why does Pan want you?"
The boy pulled out a vial containing what looked to be a powder. "Pixie Dust. I stole it from him because I thought I could use it to fly away and go home. But it doesn't work. It's useless."
"You should speak to tinker bell," Sarah saw the lost look come over the boys face so she continued on. "Don't worry. My family is coming to rescue me, and you could come with us."
"You really think you're the first one to believe their family's actually coming for them?" the boy scoffed.
"My family's different. We always find each other," she gave a slight smile thinking of her loved ones. "Trust me I have tried to lose them many times but they keep coming back like a boomerang."
"You better hope they don't, or else Pan will rip their shadows into oblivion," the boy took a seat near the teen.
Sarah patted him on the shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. I promise. Don't lose hope. All we need is time," she then got on her feet. "Is there place we can hide from the Lost Boys?"
The boy thought for a second before an idea came to him. "There's a place they can't track us. The Echo Caves. But it's far."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Sarah smiled. "Lead the way."
Sarah paused around an hour later when she heard footsteps approach. "They're close. I can hear them."
"We're almost to the caves. Come on. Follow me," the boy yelled moving quicker.
As they begin to move an arrow hits the tree in front of them blocking their path. "They cut us off. They know about the caves, so we have to go this way," Sarah says quickly changing direction. "Watch out!" she yelled as more arrows began to fly.
"They're over here!" one of the lost boys shouted to the pack.
"What do we do?" Sarah questioned her companion. "Is there any other way to the Echo Caves?"
"No. We're done for. I'll give them the pixie dust. Maybe they'll let us live," the boy looks like he is about to pass out with fright.
"You want to give up?" Sarah exclaimed.
"We don't have a choice. They got us. This is the end.," the boy yelled.
"And I thought I was pessimistic," the teen grumbled. "The pixie dust will be our way out," the teen grabs the bottle.
"What are you doing?" the boy questioned.
"Getting a running start," the girl smiled.
"For what?" the boy was still confused.
"Everyone knows pixie dust is for flying. Apparently you didn't get the memo," Sarah poured the dust in her hand.
"Don't you remember? The dust doesn't work," the boy yelled getting infuriated.
"That's because you have to believe," Sarah stated.
"I definitely do not believe!" the boy agreed.
"That's okay," she grabs the boys hand as she throws the dust on them. "Because I have a brother who taught me how to," with that she leaps off the cliff taking the boy with her.
Meanwhile, after facing the storm from hell to get to Neverland Regina and Emma stood looking at the wreck of a ship.
"We don't have to do it this way. I can fix the Jolly Roger. My magic is powerful enough. We can execute the pirate's plan," Regina argued like she had been for several minutes.
"Sneak attack? Let's not be naive. Save your magic. We'll need it later, because Pan already knows we're here. It's time we stop running," Emma sighed. "Gold was right. This land is run on belief. All of us have been too busy being at each other's throat to be believers. I was as wrong as anyone else. It's time for all of us to believe. Not in magic, but in each other."
"You want to be friends?" The mayor scoffed. "After everything that's happened between all of us?"
"I don't want or expect that. I know there's a lot of history here, a lot of hate," the blonde thought back on everything the pair had done to each other after the last couple of years.
"Actually, I quite fancy you from time to time, when you're not yelling at me," Hook intervenes but Emma soon silences him with a glare.
"We don't need to be friends. What we need to now to get Sarah back is cooperation," Emma insists.
"With her? With him?" David points to Regina and Hook. "No, Emma. We have to do this the right way."
"No, we don't. We just need to succeed," the blonde snapped. "And the way we do that is by just being who we are—a hero, a villain, a pirate. It doesn't matter which, because we're going to need all those skills, whether we can stomach them or not."
"And what's your skill, Savior?" Regina condescends.
Emma takes a step towards the mayor. "I'm a mother," she states strongly. "And now I'm also your leader. So either help me get my daughter back or get out of the way," with that Emma pulls out her sword and begins to walk away with the team following close behind.
Somewhere else on the island Sarah and the stranger land on the ground after flying from the cliff. "See?" Sarah smiled. "If you believe, anything is possible."
"You couldn't be more right, Sarah," the boy gave an evil smile.
Sarah takes a step back. "How... How'd you know my name? I never told you."
The boy takes a step forward. "Let's make it a game. A puzzle to solve."
"You lied to me. You are a Lost Boy. You work for Pan," Sarah felt anger take over but her magic didn't bubble away like it normally did. What was wrong with her magic?
"Not exactly," the boy smirked. "I am Peter Pan."
"Well let me tell you, you were much better in the movie," the teen scoffs. "You told Greg and Tamara that magic was bad, that you'd help them destroy it. Why?"
"Because I needed their help. And it's so much easier to get people to hate something then to believe," Pan states like its obvious.
"Well you got me there," the teen sighed. "Why did you bring me here?"
"For quite some time, I've sought something extremely important. Something more elusive than the greatest of all mysteries," Pan begins to explain stepping even closer.
"What?" Sarah was trying to understand but nothing was making sense.
"The heart of the most powerful person from all worlds. And when you took that pixie dust, Sarah, and jumped off that cliff, the way you defeated Greg with your magic back in your home land you proved yourself," with that he knocked on a tree. "You are the lucky owner of that very special heart. And now? You, and it, are mine."
"You've got the wrong person," the teen insisted.
"I've known you your whole life Sarah, trust me I've got the right person," he smirked.
"What do you mean?" the teen felt the blood drain from her face.
"Do you think you went straight to that world? Before you were there's you were ours," with that Pan pulls out a knife. "Come on, boys! Let's play!"
So not the truest believer but the most powerful. Also turns out Sarah's story began in Neverland. Let me know what you guys think!