"You saw what?" Zeke said with a deep voice. The first time he spoke to me, and he was already mocking me.

I crossed my arms, "Some black figure, with white eyes, I swear."

"It could be possible," Quinton said. "A straggling survivor mentioned about a shadow which ripped other people's shadow's out killing them in the process."

Zeke and I both looked at him with horror. He only shrugged.

"What? I read the notes,"

"Indeed," Nova finally spoke. "Do you think this could be Peter Pan's shadow?"

"Does it matter?" Maddox huffed. "We're here to collect pixie dust. The longer we stay, the more we put ourselves in danger."

"Just one simple...little, tiny...small, question," I speak out loud. "Where do we find this...pixie dust? Or was it in the notes?"

They all stared at me blankly. It dawned upon all of them.

"Does anyone even know what it looks like?" I asked again. But I felt like the answer would be the same.

"Yeah, we're doomed," Quinton spoke. He grabbed a gun that was holstered at his back. "I think we better start looking."

"Where too?" Penelope asked.

"To the shore...I don't like the fact that we've been dropped in the middle of the jungle," Zeke said. "It's as if they wanted us to be slaughtered."

I raised my eyebrow at that and slide out my sword. The forest was dense, and to cut a pathway seemed the easiest option. "Was there a map of Neverland?"

"Nope," Quinton said. "Out of all the people that went, only one survived, and let's just say he didn't know much either."

"We head south," Zeke said and started moving forward. He halted in his tracks. "You've got the sword, do you mind?" He motioned me to move ahead.

"Of course," I said, but with a grimace. I hacked at the leaves and bushes. I waved away the bugs that scattered and looked up as the birds stormed away from our presence. I flicked away loose strands of my hair that tugged free from my ponytail. This was going to be a long trip...

We reached a clearing and sure enough, it was getting dark in this oppressive jungle.

"Best we call it a night," Quinton said. "I'll take first watch."

"Bull, I'll take the first watch," Maddox snapped. "I want a good night's rest, thank you."

I rolled my eyes. He would probably just wait until everyone fell asleep, then wake one of us up, telling his shift was over. It was normally how it worked.

We all collected wood together to build a fireplace. It was hard to find enough sticks as a lot of them were damp. Quinton and I suddenly made it a competition to get the most wood. However, as it grew darker we returned to the campsite with a small bundle each. We swallowed as Nova brought with her a massive stack. I chose a spot near Quinton under a mossy patch near a tree. I lay down, using my backpack as a pillow and closed my eyes. Hopefully I would sleep without any nightmares this time.

I awoke to someone screaming. I shot up, horrified to see Maddox standing, shooting up in the sky.

"Die! Die! You ghost!" he swore and let shots of loose in the air.

I ducked for shelter underneath a tree, and Quinton joined me.

Zeke was screaming at him, and Nora and Penelope were nowhere to be seen.

"Stop! You're gonna get us all killed!" I yelled at Maddox. "Stop you, idiot!"

But Maddox did not stop. His eyes were blood-crazed, and his face was as white as a sheet. How on earth was he one of the best again?

Just then I saw what he was shooting at. The bullets just passed right through it. It was most definitely a black figure, like a ghost with white eyes. But somehow, I felt that it was angry.

I knew for certain if Maddox did not stop shooting, we would all be killed. Either by the bullets or the shadow. I slipped out a combat knife from my boot.

"What are you doing?" Quinton asked beside me.

"Trust me, it's for the best," I said then threw the knife straight at Maddox's hand...

Maddox screamed as he dropped the gun. The shadow reached out at him.

I ran from my place at the tree and stood in between Maddox and the shadow.

"No!" I called out, holding my sword. It provided no protection, but it made me feel a little gutsier. "Back to your master!"

I glanced at Quinton who mouthed the words, "Seriously?"

"Umm...I mean, please...go back and please don't kill us?" I stared directly into the white eyes of the shadow. For some strange reason, I believed that it understood. Suddenly it's head turned like it was being called. It flew away and disappeared out of sight.

"You threw me with your knife you..."

"Hey! She saved your life and you know it!" Quinton yelled at Maddox.

"I don't approve of your survival methods, but we have no time for that now...where's Nova and Penelope?" Zeke trudged forward.

"They disappeared the moment I started shooting," Maddox spat, holding his bleeding hand.

"With good reason you fool," Nova appeared from behind the bushes. "I'm not risking my neck for your death wish."

I shook my head. "Look, it's quite obvious that there's something out there to kill us."

"You mean Peter Pan," Quinton said. "I am pretty sure that was his shadow."

"I thought he was a hero..."

"In the storybooks yes, but there are many versions, and some of them darker...he rules this island...doesn't that make him responsible for all the deaths of the people who came here?" Quinton said.

"Probably," I shook my head. "He is the enemy." I found that thought incredibly strange. My mother used to read me plenty of fairytales. Peter Pan's tales was one of my favourites. Even though they said he was evil and I said he was the enemy...I still couldn't quite believe it...yet.

Penelope walked out from the other side of the bushes, her eyes burning at Maddox. "How are we supposed to survive when you are so trigger friendly?"

Maddox realized that none of the anger was towards me. His shoulders sunk. "I'm sorry..."

"Not to stop you from scolding Maddox or anything...he does deserve it, but can we maybe please just travel to somewhere else?" I asked. Zeke nodded and we grabbed our gear. Quinton pulled out a torch from his bag.

"After you," He motioned to me and I flipped my sword before heading South again. All I knew was that we better reach this beach soon...

It did not take as long as I thought, however, when I struck a branch and we broke through. I took two steps and glanced down in surprise. It was sand. I looked up to see the reflection of the water and the moon and gasped.

"Well, I guess we can stop and rest here, I'll take first watch," Zeke said.

"Ok, I'm just gonna go and check the perimeter..." I said. It was more to separate myself from the constant glare I was receiving from Maddox. He obviously wanted to murder me...I knew that for a fact.

"Good idea, you take that side, and I'll take this side..." Quinton said. "The rest of you can build firewood?"

No one else argued, because who was crazy enough to walk on this island alone? I grinned at Quinton...we were the same that was for sure. I started walking down the beach with a torch that Quinton provided for me. However, the moonlight really lit up the beach. It was really a stunning place. Soon the campsite area disappeared, and I was completely on my own. Or so I thought...

"Wandering off?"

I almost squealed and turned the flashlight towards the sound of a boy's voice. He squinted and raised his hand. I drew my sword.

"You're pretty young to be with them...aren't you?" the boy frowned. I felt insulted. He did not even look intimidated at the fact that I was holding a sword, or trying to look mad. He was a boy and he called me young!

I studied him. He had dark brown hair, with intense green eyes and an interesting pair of clothes. It was a shirt with a belt and long pants. I kind of liked it. He certainly must have been one of the lost boys. And one with a good sense in fashion.

"Get lost!" I said and almost chuckled.

The boy smiled...with a hint of mischief. "Now that's just a bit ironic...isn't it?"

"Look, you're just one of the lost boys, you're here to taunt or threaten me, or whatever you boys do when you're young and bored and have some serious issues," I said. I lowered my sword. He had no weapons after all. "I am not interested to hear it...so unless you can help me get some pixie dust, then I've got nothing more to say."

"Pixie dust?"

I looked at the boy and tilted my head. "Yes...pixie dust, you know of it?"

"It grows everywhere on this island, specifically trees..."

"Oh," I said. Surprised at the good piece of information. "Surely you could show me which trees?"

"I don't understand though..." the boy said and studied me. He looked me up and down and I felt very self-conscious for a moment."You blokes just keep coming back for more..."

"You blokes..." I whispered.

"Yes, world-warpers...that's what you are isn't it?" the boy started circling me, and I lifted my sword. Something was very much off with this boy. A felt a churning in my gut as his dark green eyes met mine.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself?" the boy said and smiled. "I'm Peter...Peter Pan." With that, the boy vanished into the thin air. And I dropped the sword and the torch in fright.