Hey there sorry if it has been a while but I've been really busy on my second Narnian fan fiction beginnings so please read that if you like and my other stories, what hurts the most and my heart is yours. Anyway so I hope you enjoy this new chapter and some song suggestions would be great!

Caspian walked along the Neverland port walking towards the forest, he had to find Peter to save his sister, he knew she wasn't his sister but he felt so much like his real sister he felt the need to protect her. He felt as though he was practically tied to her forever her situation was even worse than his so in a way he felt sorry for her.

He was pretty sure that none of her other step siblings would help her, he was the second youngest and even his younger brother, Ben would probably kill him at any chance. Yet Caspian could defend himself, his brothers had such a temper it was sometimes too hard to believe, what they would do they were just like their father all of them despite none of them were actually related to Hook in the slightest.

Caspian looked around the port, he had never seen such a mess in his life the strong smell of tobacco and rum filled his nose and the sights were ridiculous the character around scared himself, and he had live on a ship for a years and the first seventeen years of his live in an orphanage in the east end of London.

Caspian sighed and picked up his pace as he entered the forest this was only the second time he had been of the ship and he was thrilled in splendour of the wondrous colours and the sights. He was soon struck out of the splendour when he looked up and saw a boy in one of the trees. He had golden curls and tanned skin, his deep brown eyes were staring down at him and his hand ran down the side of his hip to reach the small silver dagger in his leaf costume.

Caspian wasn't scared of this boy he was much more stunned by him as he questioned in awe,

"Peter Pan?" he gasped quietly, yet it was obvious Peter had heard him.

"Who wants to know?" the boy questioned, in fact his voice was very deep for a sixteen year old yet he had reached more stages of adult hood than most people, he could fight, he was practically a father himself and he had lost the first love of his life. It was so obvious of this in his eyes they had a journey they were so deep.

Caspian realised there had been a silence and soon introduced himself,

"Caspian." he said trying to keep his voice down as Peter flew wildly across the forest to another tree as Caspian's head followed Peter's movement.

"Caspian who?" Peter was curious.

Caspian would not say Hook he could be killed on the spot by Peter there and then and decided to say,

"Emily's brother."

Peter flew down from the trees towards the middle of the forest, as Caspian ran after him slowly desperate to find out more.

Caspian walked up behind Peter looking to see what he was doing he looked very closely when suddenly Peter whipped around causing Caspian to jump back at the sight of Peter's threatening dagger. Peter began shouting his anger boiling towards Caspian,

"How dare you say your her brother, your a worthless evil pirate your taking her back there to her nightmare."

Caspian sighed looking at Peter as his anger toned down slightly and took the chance to say,

"Peter I want the best for Emily that's why I'm here."

Peter calmed down but kept his dagger pointed at Caspian, as anyone knew Peter Pan trusted no one in fact sometimes not even himself.

"Peter, Emily is getting married."

Peter's brown eyes widened as he thought of this he had only heard the word once all he knew it was how a husband and wife come to be yet he did not even how or when or what even happened at a wedding but by the was Caspian was saying it, it had to be something bad.

"When is it happening, this wedding?" said Peter in curiosity and disgust.

"Tonight at sunset."

Emily stood in her cabin holding the wedding dress she had been forced to try on by the semesters from the island. To any another bride this dress would be supreme, it was made of ivory silk and a long lace train also in a creamed ivory shade, the seamstress stood at looking at her. The woman had a thin body and pointed face with green beady eyes staring at her as she barked a command at Emily sharply,

"Turn around to see the back."

Emily turned sideways her back towards the woman as she pulled on the bottom of the train on the dress it was so long. Emily gasped as the corset moved around her hips rubbing her skin sharply and pushing harshly on her lungs.

The seamstress stood up sharply and walked behind her, she looked at Emily in the tall mirror her eyes baring down on her as she ran her bony fingers through Emily's silky black curls,

"The hair needs attention, and you need jewellery on."

Emily did not move she was now even more scared, she wondered what it was like to be happily wedded, yes she knew some women had arranged marriages, in fact in England a lot of people did, but at least those people had courted each other for some time before.

William was just a snobby stranger she hated him so.

The seamstress began pulling Emily's hair into tighter curls as the pain of the curlers and marriage hit Emily like a huge stone bolder as a single tea ran down her, now even paler than usual face.

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