I stood for a moment shocked, before stooping down to pick up the sword. Then I was just plain angry.

"So you're Peter Pan? Huh? You don't look like much to me!" I yelled out. "Just go ahead, tell me your name and disappear for dramatic effect! Like I care! Like I'm scared!"

I kicked the sand and watched it scatter into the sea. At least I learned that the pixie dust grew in trees. Problem was...I turned and looked at the forest...trees were the main thing in Neverland.

I decided to return the group, contemplating what Peter Pan had said.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Quinton said as he sat down. I nodded and looked at the rest of the group, who was already lying down and sleeping.

"First watch?"

"You bet," he winked. "Go get some rest."

I stooped and sat down next to him near the fire. He frowned.

"I saw Peter Pan," I whispered to him.

"YOU what?" Quinton lowered his voice and glanced at the rest. They did not stir. He leaned in closer to me his eyes wide. "You sure?"

"No, I just saw a rock and thought, hey, that must be Peter Pan, of course, I'm sure!" I said. "He kind off introduced himself, then disappeared."

"What, no you're all going to die threats? No, attempts to kill you or hurt you or...send his shadow after you?" Quinton asked.

I shrugged. "I guess it's my lucky day."

"Or he's playing a game, it's what children do after all," Quinton said. He looked at me and let out a deep breath of air through his nose. "This is not going to be easy."

"I think I can handle him," I said before Quinton chuckled.

"What?"

"That's what every single world warper said before they came here...and most of them left in a casket," Quinton said.

"Yeah...fair point, he did say the pixie dust grew on trees..."

Quinton's eyebrows knitted. "Now that's kinda useful...except we're in a jungle...full of trees."

"I know," I replied, exasperated.

"So he is playing a game,"

"Well, you know what, if he is, I'll play along, right until the point where I've got the pixie dust and punch that smug face of his...hard."

"You make it sound so easy,"

"Well, I did not qualify for the hardest quests for no reason...I've faced giants, sorcerers, barbarians, Vikings, and so much more..."

"Have you ever gone on something like a vacation?" Quinton asked.

I hesitated before I answered. I liked Quinton. A lot. But my past was to remain hidden as far as I could keep it. "I don't believe in vacations."

"Now that's absolute baloney," Quinton said. "But I understand if you don't want to say...yet."

I smiled. Was it true that I didn't believe in vacations? Maybe. I just wasn't given a choice from headquarters. It was always mission after mission. It was always the next quest for me. That was how my life was like for the past ten years.

And maybe, because as a prisoner, I also had a killer chip inserted into me before I became a world-warper...and Gus had the switch. Holidays weren't exactly on his agenda.

Deciding to change the subject I smiled at Quinton. "So...photographic memory, huh?"

"Yeah," Quinton shrugged. "It's come in handy."

"So I bet all your memories are crystal clear..."

"Nah, just those that I want to remember, like you for instance." He gave me a teasing bump with his shoulder.

I blushed and smiled, looking down. "Nah, I'm not very pretty."

"No, you're pretty and gutsy, not a lot of girls would stand between a ghostly scary shadow to interfere for a strangers life now would they?"

"Well, I am pretty amazing at that...I'll just add that to my list of insanely crazy and brave things I have done in my life,"

"What's another thing you've done?" Quinton asked, curious.

"Well, I once tried defeating an arch sorcerer with a fork before," I said.

Quinton raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Really?"

"Yeah...but it was a really big fork...or was it a magical trident?"

Both of us burst out laughing. "You need to get some rest...I feel like it's gonna be a hectic day tomorrow."

Quinton had no idea how right he was.

I decided to lie down and get some rest. I closed my eyes and allowed the graceful waves of the ocean act as my lullaby. But that smiling face of Peter Pan haunted me in my dreams.

I awoke in the morning, with everyone gathering their equipment. I saw Maddox was still glaring at me, and nothing had changed in the hate factor he had towards me.

"What now?" I heard Quinton ask Zeke.

"Now we start combing the forest, looking for any signs of pixie dust, we split up, two by two. And we meet here by nightfall."

"That's a little long don't you think?" Nova asked.

Zeke shrugged. "We need that pixie dust, and we need to survive. That is what radios are for." He dug out three radios from his bag. Although communication to the headquarters would be near impossible, we could at least communicate with each other "Nova and Penelope, Maddox and I, and Quinton and Finley... seem about right."

Zeke handed gave Quinton a radio and we headed off immediately, marking the trees and sticking to one direction.

"I don't like the fact that we are splitting up...rule number one of horror movies, never split up." Quinton mumbled under his breath.

"You like horror movies?" I asked, amused.

"Yeah, sure, I just don't like being in one," he said. "And that shadow yesterday was sure creepy...but you faced it down."

"I don't think it wanted to kill me just yet," I said. "So...trees?" I pointed up.

"You take this one, and I'll take that one," Quinton pointed to the two largest trees in the area. I nodded and started climbing. I grunted as I grabbed branch after branch, making my way higher and higher. The tree seemed to go on forever and I inspected anything stranger. I reached a branch that took me out of the main tree line and gave me a good view of Neverland. "Wow..." I gasped.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I lost my foothold and fell down one of the branches. But my reflexes were quick and I grabbed the branch right underneath. I climbed up. "Damn you, Peter Pan."

Peter Pan only laughed. He was already standing on the branch, and I realized I was way closer to him than I wanted. "Just what do you want?" I asked.

"What, no sword, no threat?" Peter Pan smirked at me, and that made me all the angrier.

"What's the use?" I asked. "You have no intention of fighting me at the moment...maybe you intend to scare me to death."

"That wouldn't be so difficult, now would it?" Peter Pan took one step closer and pushed the branch such that I had to jump and grab hold of the branch above. "I've gotten you into a tight spot."

"So what? I'll just grab branch after branch until I'm safely on the ground," I roll my eyes. "By the way, where is the rest of your boy band, the lost boys?"

"Oh, I've gotten them right where I want them, but you...I have you all to myself," Peter Pan scoffed.

"Right, of course, you do," I sighed. I decided to do something drastic and let go of the tree branch, falling down until I grabbed one of the lower branches. It broke my fall to the ground and I landed quite safely.

"I must say, I'm impressed," Peter Pan was down on the ground.

"Well, who wouldn't be?" I said giving a smile and bowing. "Now I must be off...I need to find Quinton."

"Oh, he's about to make quite the discovery..."

My eyes widened and I clenched my fists. "The pixie dust."

"You are a smart one...aren't you?"

"What can I say? Straight A's in Sarcastic class and a distinction in I don't care what you're trying to play at, I will beat you in the end," I walk past Peter Pan.

"What's your name?" Peter Pan asked.

I turned around. "What do you care? You're just gonna try and kill us in the end?"

"I like to know who I am playing against,"

"So it is a game you're playing," I said and crossed my arms. I smiled sweetly at him. "Mind telling me what the end goal is?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Peter Pan said. "Now you have to tell me your name...or your friend...Quinton will die."

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