Ellie's POV

I look up at the shadow as i see us finally approach land. The ocean is 50 meters below us and slowly decreasing as i look towards the land. It's an island. Where did this island come from? All i remember is getting higher and higher into the sky, before suddenly we weren't that high anymore, and i was surrounded by water. The shadow holding onto me still has a vice like grip on my arm and I look down to see the distance to the water decreasing. 40... 35... 30... I look back up to the island and find myself unable to look away. It's so eerily beautiful. And as i stare at it i find myself of two different minds, one of them is screaming for me to run and get as far away as possible, and the other wants nothing more than to run into the jungle, eyes wide with wonder.

I snap out of my thoughts and look down to see the water getting closer and closer, and the island slowly forming into detail, with a rocky beach and a forest behind that. Something inside me whispers to myself that if I let the shadow take me ashore it will not go down well, i look down again and the water is at a safe distance, but i still don't know what I'm meant to do, the shadows grip has not loosened as we approached land, and i can't help but feel that it knows I'm planning something.

I look up at it again and am struck by an idea as the land draws into sharper focus, we're barely 100 meters away from the beach i need to act now. Pulling down with my arm, I arc my body and bring my feet up straight through the shadows chest. Of course, it's a shadow, i think to myself, so i get no physical contact. But it looks down at me in shock and it's enough for me to loosen it's grip on me and yank my arm free as i fall to the water beneath, groaning as the air pushes out of my lungs from the impact. The shadow turns back to look at me before leaving me in the water, probably thinks I'm a lost cause, i think to myself as I right myself in the water. That's when I notice that the water surrounding me is only waist deep.

Groggily i get to my feet and take in my surroundings. There's an island on one side and open water to the other, behind me are cliffs and before me I can see a curve in the island and a... is that a pirate ship? This has been a really crappy day, and it seems to just be getting better. Second time in the space of hours that I find myself in water and this is just as cold, if not colder then the other. I turn towards the island and begin to wade through the water, but after taking barely a step pain shoots through me as i remember my injured leg and i drop to my knees in the water so it's neck high. Slowly I stumble to my feet yet again and limp out of the water, teeth gritted against the pain in my leg. Not as bad as a blade, but damn arrows hurt, I think to myself.

I reach the beach and collapse onto the sand, reaching down to my leg to feel the wound in the middle of the back of my calf. It feels bone deep, just my luck, I think to myself as I pull my hand away and look at the dark red liquid running down my hands. I shift sideways until my hand rests in the water, letting the waves wash the blood off and shift into a sitting position, from here i yank off the hem of my pants, until they're just below the knee in length, feeling self-conscious, i repeat the action with my other pant leg and begin to bandage around the arrow wound. Pulling it tightly and clenching my teeth as i tie it together and slowly hobble to my feet.

That's when i notice the noise, the cheers that are originating from the forest, sounding like children yelling in excitement, and it's coming closer. Limping sideways i make my way down the beach, before breaking into a full tilt run. My leg screams in protest but i ignore it, it can bitch all it wants I don't think I can handle being captured again. When I hear the group burst through the forest and onto the beach I change directions, heading for the forest and taking cover in the undergrowth as I continue my escape, leaping over tree trunks and stumbling past tree roots.

After 5 minutes my leg can take no more and collapses underneath me, I give out a cry of pain as I stumble to my feet and continue on, slowly building up into a run. And then I hit the cliff, I scream again as I grab hold of a vine, the only thing stopping me from falling into the chasm that stretches below me. "Really? Again!" I ask the world in frustration as I pull myself up with the vine, only for it to rip from the tree and lower me an extra foot into the chasm, leading me to yelp in protest.

"Well, looks like we've got ourselves in a bit of a tough spot haven't we?" I hear a voice say, I stop my attempts at clamoring up the rope to listen to the voice. It's got a cocky edge to it, and it's laced with an accent from a place I've never heard before. I like it, my sub-conscious thinks to me. Shut up! I hiss back, Whoever that voice belongs to is watching you dangle off a cliff and is nothing but amused! I lift my head towards the noise and find a boy lazing in a tree, legs dangling off the side with his back resting on the trunk.

"Are you going to help me or not?" I retort, glaring up at him.

Through the darkness i think i see the corner of his mouth twist into a smile as he deftly jumps down and lounges towards me. "Ah but where's the fun in that?" He asks me, and internally I find myself enjoying listening to his voice, that is, before I kick my self-conscious in the gut and return to glaring at the boy. "But, alas, I find myself unable to not help a lady in distress, and I'm awfully curious to see how you got on my island." He tells me, before reaching down, grabbing my arm and lightly pulling me up from my precarious position.

I stare at him in shock as he pulls me up so I land in his arms, looking up at him. He just lifted me from a vine hanging off a cliff, and it's like he just lifted a feather. Secretly I admire his strength, until I look up into his face. His eyes are a blue-green as he studies me as well and I look up to his hair which is a tangled dark blonde just above his ears. His face and body suggest an age either mine or slightly above and his cocky grin, which was there just moments ago has been replaced by slightly parted thin lips as he stares down at me. But then he releases me from his arm and his smirk returns to his face, completing the facade. Boy is he hot, i think to myself.

I blink and look down at my feet before returning my gaze to him. He looks slightly shocked and confused as he watches me from his two steps back. "You know, you look familiar girl, what's your name?" he says, looking down at me as he crosses his arms and his grin returns full force.

"I don't need to tell you anything." I reply tersely, staring moodily into the forest, I don't like owing people, and I don't like liking people. And this guys gone and made me do both. Dammit.

He looks at me for a moment and his grin wavers, before he shrugs his shoulders and continues speaking. "Well, since you won't tell me yours, I guess I'll just have to tell you mine, I'm Peter, Peter Pan." He says, and he slowly walks up to me until he's within a foot of me again. "Now how did you get on my island?"

Peter Pan? Hmm.. alright. "Well, Peter, lets see, I almost died, again, and then some weird shadow came out of nowhere and decided to whisk me off to a random island after I've already been having a really terrible day. So I think its fairer that you go and ask it!" I rant, before turning and trudging through the jungle, that is, until i remember my leg. Once again I make two steps before my leg collapses and i fall sideways. I brace myself for another painful impact with the ground but before I can, Peter has pulled me up and into his arms, my side pressed against his chest.

"Died again? Hmm, you've gone and hurt yourself have you, love?" He asks me as he straightens me and pulls me against his side. I notice he leaves one arm wrapped around my waist and it leaves tingles all over my body as I turn to look up at him and see that cocky grin once again. "Well, we'll have to go take care of that, won't we?" He continues, and then suddenly my surroundings change and I'm standing in a camp site next to a raging fire and surrounded by boys.

Peter releases his protective grip on my waist and I drop to the dirt as the boys' surrounding me's cheers reach a climax before dropping off. "Well well, boys," Peter calls out, and I notice a malicious tone to his voice that sends chills down my spine. This boy is full of surprises. "It seems we have ourselves a girl on the island!" He jeers, and the surrounding boos makes me feel uncomfortable as I shift my weight further onto my uninjured leg, and I notice Peter watching my actions with a masked face.

"So," he continues, "the laddy doesn't want to give us her name, perhaps we can get her to give it to someone more... convincing. Felix!" My head snaps up to stare at Peter and he's watching my every move as I stare in shock. No, I tell myself, it's been 80 years, Felix is dead by now, so is Charlie. My attention is diverted by a hulking figure loping towards us, a club draped over his shoulder and a sly grin on his face.

It isn't until he's 2 meters away and the cloak covering his face has fallen back slightly to show his dirty blonde hair that I openly gasp in shock and stumble backwards, wincing when I put weight on my injured leg. Out of the corner of my eye I see Peter narrow his eyes at me as he watches my reaction. But i just stare at the boy in front of me, trying not to faint as the blood drains from my face. It's really him, Felix, my brother. He looks just like he did when he left... how? Felix frowns as he watches me and stops moving towards me, no recognition flickers in his eyes as he watches me. Of course he doesn't remember you, he left you, a voice whispers in my head. I don't know whether to cry, throw my self at him, or punch him in the face. I just stare, wide-eyed with shock.

"What's your name, girly?" he asks me in his slow deep voice, so similar to the way it was when I was little, but there's an edge to it, and he watches me cautiously. I glare up at him and speak through gritted teeth as I watch him.

"Hello Felix," I speak through gritted teeth as I watch him, and my hands clench into fists at my sides of their own accord. Trying to keep up a cool facade i release my hands and cross them over my chest in an angry position. As I watch Felix's face show emotions. Shock, recognition, sorrow, and then back to nothing.

'Are you going to answer my question, or do we have to do this the hard way?" He speaks again in a sneer, and it tips me over the edge. My older brother, not recognizing me after abandoning me, and treating me like crap. This isn't happening. I look around the group of boys surrounding me and a shift in the back draws my attention, like someone trying to force their way through. But then I look back at my brother and it's all I can do to not lash out now until I get my sentence out.

"My name," I state with cold fury as I slowly move to stand straight in front of my brother, glaring into his eyes. "Is Elissa James Bright." I watch with satisfaction as Felix's eyes widen and I hear a gasp off to the side, before the sound of someone shoving their way through the crowd increases. Felix's face drains of color and he takes a step back from me, eyes sweeping from head to toe, looking like he just saw a ghost with pure disbelief on his face. I smirk at him and my anger hits a peak, "It's good to see you too, brother, been a long time." I say, and then I lift my leg and give my older brother a roundhouse kick to the face.