Felix goes flying backwards into the dirt, but not once does he take his eyes off of me. The surrounding boys turn to charge at me but then stop, looking towards Peter, who's hand is still in the air, signalling for nobody to move. Wow, I can't believe he's the leader of all these boys, I think absently as I watch Peter stare at me in shock. Felix slowly climbs to his feet, hand pressed to the side of his face as he stares at me. "But... you're dead. Ellie's dead!" he whispers in shock. However, I'm no longer listening, I'm too busy staring at the boy who has finally shoved his way through the pack of kids and is staring at me, open mouthed, eyes wide with wonder.

"Ellie?" Charlie whispers, taking a step closer to me. And I stumble backwards, once again forgetting my injured foot, leading to me being sprawled in the dirt looking up at my two brothers, whom I thought I'd never see again. And so I say the first thing that comes to mind as tears spring to my eyes once again.

"Berry boy?"

And just like that, with those simple words that seem like nothing but mean everything to Charlie and me. Charlie jumps forward, shouting my name and embracing me, crushing me to his still thin chest, and I pull him in, burying my head in his shoulder as the tears fall freely now. I see Felix slowly walk towards us before dropping to his knees and simply staring at me, studying me. I watch him to as he slowly puts his hand up and places it on my cheek.

"You're alive," he whispers hoarsely.

"Of course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?" I snap back as I get to my feet, moving out of Charlie's embracing and limping backwards a step. Felix flinches.

"But," Felix swallows, "Charlie saw you die... he saw you get stabbed in the chest. You died."

I flinch as well as my hand unconsciously lifts to my chest where the scar is and everyone in the clearing watches the gesture. My steely resolve returns as I glare at Felix. "You saw..." I question Charlie, and he gives a small nod. "Yeah well I'm not dead," I retort back at Felix, uncomfortable with people asking about that night, it's too soon. "And like you can talk, it's been 87 years since I saw you! Well... I think... And you haven't aged a day! Someone want to tell me what's going on?" My voice raises to a shout and rings through the clearing, and suddenly the boys surrounding us go back to whatever they were doing, fighting, sitting by the fire, sharpening weapons. All except for me, Felix, Charlie and Peter, who's watching us closely, an amused expression on his face as he leans into a tree with one leg crossed over the other.

Felix scoffs, "like you can talk, not only did that ogre kill you but you should have aged to death by now."

"You can't be more then a year older then last time I saw you, Ellie. How are you not dead?"

I sigh in frustration and clench my hands to my sides. "I told you, I'm not dead, I was saved. Now leave it alone, I don't want to talk about it." I manage through gritted teeth, glaring at my brothers and daring them to continue. It's too soon, I can't face it yet, but if they ask I know I'll snap.

"Who saved you? It's not possible. And why don't you want to talk about-?"

"Because I was alone Charlie!" I scream and I see him flinch. Immediate I feel guilty but I push it aside and continue my rampage. "I was alone, for 80 years, unable to even move. I could do nothing but think and relive everything that happened to me. My life has been crap! I haven't had a moments peace since I was 9 years old and that was 87 years ago! All I could do was remember you leaving and papa dying and our mother abandoning us! Nothing in my life is normal and I have no idea what to do!"

They stare at me speechless and I notice the other boys peeking looks at us and Peter standing straighter by his tree. "What do you mean? I thought Momma died?" Charlie asks me in a weak voice. I stare guiltily back at him, wondering how I tell my brother that our mother left us to start her life anew, when I told him she died.

"She didn't," I say rather reluctantly, before shifting my eyes to look at Felix who seems unable to shift his shocked facial expression.

"80 years?" Felix asks me in a strained voice.

"It's a rough estimate," I mutter grudgingly, not meeting their eyes. "I lost count after the first three. Now if you'll excuse me, I had an arrow in my leg, and would like to go find something to help that."

I see Felix's eyes widen again and glance down to my leg, but before he can say anything I turn on my heel and limp out of the clearing. I can feel peoples eyes on my back, including Peters glare, which I realize is probably due to me leaving without permission. But I'm too angry to care, and my leg is really starting to ache. So I trudge off through the undergrowth pulling branches out of my face and leaving two speechless brothers behind.

I'd been searching for barely 5 minutes when I finally found a plant that looked like it may have a medicinal quality.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, love." I hear a voice behind me, Peters voice. Sheesh, he has a nice voice.

"And why not?" I retort back, turning to glare at him while he lounges by the side of a tree I just passed.

"Because the only plants that do something other then sit there, wont heal you, they'll kill you." he replies casually, strolling over to me and leaning over my shoulder to inspect the plant so we're only inches apart. "This particular one, is dream shade. And you'll be dead by tomorrow if you ingest it, 3 days if you try to apply it to your leg."

I sigh in frustration before looking up at him, "well you got any other ideas for my leg then?"

Peter glances down at me, and seems surprised at our proximity, before lifting his head and wandering over to a tree root which he then gracefully lowers himself down onto. He then looks up at me and pats the ground next to him expectantly, a flash of impatience in his eyes. I hobble over and then, as a complete opposite to Peter, fall on my butt next to him, releasing a little "Oof!" from the impact. Peters lips twitch at that and then he deftly hauls my injured leg onto his lap and puts his hand over the injury. His hand begins to grow green and a tingly sensation travels up my leg, different to the one already present from Peters rough, but gentle hands on me.

"So, tell me," he says as he concentrates on my leg, a small furrow between his brows. "How exactly did you manage to be shot by an arrow?"

I stare at him, taking the opportunity to study his features, his narrow nose and curved eyebrows, the furrow between them from his concentration making him look just adorable. The sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. His clothes are a dark green and seem to be woven by something that could be found in a forest like this, and I can't help but admire them as they distinguish his wide shoulders and prominent biceps.

Then I remember his question for me. "A group of hunters thought I was a witch. After I... woke... I went to a stream to clear off, scared a bunch of kids, and when the adults came by, they thought I was a witch when I started talking of pirates and King Edward. So I ran, and they followed. Then I fell off another cliff, and that shadow caught me."

"Ahh, so you make a habit of falling off cliffs?" he asks me snarkily and I notice the tingling in my leg as stopped, I shove him away and stand up, testing my leg, good as new. Peter seemed reluctant to let my leg go but whatever. I start walking again, finding I'm still too angry to return to camp. So I storm off further into the forest, and can hear Peter following me a few paces behind.

"You know, Charlie told me about the night the ogres attacked, that was quite brave of you."

I contemplate slowing down for him to catch up but decide against it, there's still something about Peter that I don't know, so I keep walking. "Yeah, well what else was I supposed to do?"

"I can almost see Peter shrug behind me, "well, you could have just ran with him, or let him fight, as i said, it was incredibly brave and selfless. The lost boys idolize you." This time I do slow down.

"What?"

"The lost boys, the boys back there," he explains as he catches up to walk by my side. "When Charlie told us of your sacrifice the night he arrived, they all heard. They then grew quite fond of your brother, especially after he broke Felix's nose."

I stop completely after hearing this and turn to face Peter, unable to keep the pride off my face. "He broke Felix's nose?" I ask, and when he nods I grin in response. Peter smirks as well while he watches me, there's something about him, that I know he's not telling me, but I let it go for now. "I always told Charlie if I ever saw Felix again I'd do that," and the fond smile on my face slips away as I continue. "Imagining it was one of the only positive things I could do in that cave."

Peter stops walking again and looks down at me. "So how did you end up frozen? I can't imagine you actually being a witch, you look a bit too emotional for that."

The words sting me as I too, stop walking and turn to him. "Rumpelstiltskin," I say simply and I see his eyes widen before it's covered by his smirk. "He said it was an apology for killing Papa, a life for a life. I never believed it, Rumpelstiltskin is cold and cruel. Then a year later, he came back, told me I had a purpose to fulfill in later years, and he froze me. So I lay there, just remembering everything for 80 years, until last night."

"Last night?" Peter asks me curiously, and unreadable expression on his face. I see him glance into the forest, and if my internal compass is correct, he's looking out towards where I saw that pirate ship.

"Yes, why?"

Peter swallows before looking down at me again and gripping my upper arm, he then marches me off back towards camp. "Never mind, lets just get you back to camp." He says, and he doesn't release my arm the whole way there. My anger that carried me into the forest drains after the first couple of minutes of walking with Peter silently by my side. I didn't realize how far I'd gone until we finally reach the camp and walk into the clearing.

There are still several boys up and around, including Felix and Charlie, who are sitting on a log together and look up once Peter and I enter. Felix drops the dagger he's juggling and just stares at us while Charlie moves to get up. But Felix grips his wrist and holds him down, giving him a meaningful look. I turn and stalk to the other side of the clearing as Peter releases my arm, almost reluctantly again, I realize. I'll talk to them tomorrow, I decide as I keep walking until I find a log and an acceptable patch of dirt. I'll just give them tonight to stew on what I've said.

And with that I flop down onto the ground and close my eyes. I can tell tonight is going to be a difficult sleep, and not at all fulfilling, but I can't change that as I shift around trying to get comfortable. I open my eyes to see Peter leaving the clearing again and I idly wonder where he's heading off to, but at this point sleep is starting to surround me. And I pray to myself that it won't be filled with night terrors. As always though, that hope is in vain.

Hey guys, sorry about this chapter I had to rewrite it because it wasn't working out for me.

Don't worry, we meet Emma and the group next chapter, plus Henry.

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