She was going to get out of here. She'd planned it out and gone over it in her head one hundred times. She was escaping Neverland. Persephone's eyes were trained on the stars as she thought about where she was. This was Neverland - the fictional place in the book where Peter Pan was the main character. She was in a fictional world but it was real. Neverland wasn't like it was written - it was much different in the books. It was happy, magical and wonderful. But... But it wasn't like that. Here, it was dark, scary and it always felt like there was a bigger presence watching. She'd caught a glimpse of a boat on the shore when Pan had been showing her around; that would be her escape. She'd sail until she reached a land that wasn't this one. She'd sail until she felt safe.

"Here, take this." A voice said from behind her before they threw something over her body.

Persephone shot upwards and stared down at the dark furs in disgust, "Is this real?" She asked Peter who stood over her.

He rolled his eyes, "Well, I don't know if you've noticed but we have a limited supply of- well, everything - on this island. We have to make our own things." She grimaced at the fur blanket but didn't push it off of her, "How are you liking the island so far?"

She shrugged, "It's... It's different than what I expected. It's not like what the book describes-"

"Book?" Peter was beaming as he tucked his hands in his pockets and puffed out his chest, "People must love me in your land then, hm?"

Persephone rolled her eyes, "Don't get cocky, Pan." She mumbled.

"You should sleep," He told her after a short pause, "It is your welcoming celebration tomorrow, you'll need energy for it." She nodded and slowly lay down, curling under the blanket and he left her laying on the cold ground. Persephone was smart but

She felt like she'd been waiting for years. But finally, the last Lost Boy climbed into his treehouse. I'm the guest but I don't get a treehouse or at least a tent, Persephone thought bitterly, then again, it's good I'm not; being out in the open makes it easier to leave. She waited until the snores of the sleeping Lost Boys filled the air before she silently pushed the furs off of her and stood up. She took a few steps and stopped, double checking that everyone was in their beds. When she'd concluded that yes, everyone was, she began to silently move through the camp.

The forest was dark; dense. The moon's glow illuminated the trees so it looked like long, slender fingers were stretching out across the forest floor, waiting to grab their prey and pull them into the unforgiving darkness. Persephone was trained in being quiet; she knew how to avoid detection. She somehow managed to avoid every snapable twig and every crunchy leaf. With the utmost care, she left the camp and as soon as she was far enough away, she began to run. She hated running but right now, she wanted out of here. God, she thought as she pushed through the shrubs, she was thankful for the thick socks she wore.

Persephone thought she knew where she was going but the forest seemed to change. She felt like she'd been running for miles but was getting nowhere. It couldn't be far, the shore, surely it wasn't this far away.

"Leaving so soon?"

She screamed in shock and spun around, trying to pinpoint the voice, but she couldn't see him anywhere. She began to run anywhere, desperately trying to evade him but no one could ever evade Pan, "Here I thought we were getting along." His voice echoed around the forest. Whipping her head, she tried to find him but all her eyes could see was darkness, "You can't run forever."

She threw her head over her shoulder and continued to run but she crashed into something - someone - making her fall to the cold ground, "No one leaves this island!" Peter snarled, face contorted and voice thundering. She scrambled backwards as memories flooded her mind of her father.

"Please," She sobbed, curling away from him as he advanced on her, "I just want to go home. I just want to be free..."

"You wanted to be here, Persephone!" He roared, "I did as you wished. You are not leaving this island!"

Suddenly, he pulled her up, holding her with a tight grip on her upper arm, "You're not leaving me." He hissed in her ear as he dragged her through the woods and pulled her to a part that she'd not seen before; the cages.

"Please," Persephone struggled, "Please don't lock me up. Please, Peter!" She begged him but he ignored her pleads and roughly pushed her into a cramped cage, "Let me out, Peter!" She screamed at him, "I won't leave; I promise. I'll be good!" She knew well enough that pleads would not work but she had to try. Her screams were futile as Peter walked away, leaving her cold, alone and sobbing.

Sleep hadn't been easy to come by. The cold ground chilled her body and insects ran across her skin, biting at her tender skin. It was cramped and uncomfortable. The cage wasn't the worst part though; the memories were. Memories of her home - of her father - flooded her mind, plaguing her with fear and sadness. As soon as she fell asleep, Peter was rattling the cage, "Rise and shine, Persephone!"

She could get used to the island but she could never get used to Peter's sudden mood changes. He could go from one extreme to the next in a mere second. He could be fire and then ice. She would never understand him; the more she thought she did, the less she really knew.

He was grinning widely as he opened the cage door and extended his hand, "Are you coming?"

Persephone backed away from him so he crouched down, "I won't lock you up again, Persephone," He told her, "Last night was to teach you a lesson which I assume you've learned?"

She nodded once.

"Then, come on. It's your celebration, remember, your welcoming party." Reluctantly, she took his hand and crawled from the cage, "Come. The boys are lost without you."

"You just made a joke." She mumbled, scared to talk to him with fear of being shoved in a cage again.

Peter smiled, "We'll also get you some new clothes, I believe Devin's stitched something up for you."

She stayed quiet for the rest of the walk. She was wary of him. She would never be able to trust him. He was too unpredictable; too turbulent. He was like a storm that was constantly evolving; dying down every once in a while and then flaring up worse than ever. Peter Pan was horrible, Persephone knew that, she knew that he would go far to get what he wanted, she just never knew how far and that terrified her.