The camp was as rowdy as ever when I arrived. A few of the Lost Boys had caught a boar that afternoon, as it not lay over the intense red flames, a spit through its core.

The Boys were up to their usual mischief, playing, fighting. I looked around for peter, my grip still on the satchel within my new cloak, but he was nowhere to be seen. The only person who noticed my arrival was Felix, who came and sat beside me when I entered the camp.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Every time he spoke, I became more and more intrigued with his person. His voice was low and hollow, as though he tried to filter out any emotion, whenever he opened his mouth, like he didn't want to let his guard down, or something.

"Why? Do they live here too?" My pathetic attempt at a joke so I didn't seem as nervous as I actually was. The tension I radiated was so thick; you could cut it with a knife. At least he laughed, well; he did that stupid kind of nose sigh that you make when something is funny, but not laughable. I really was tragic.

"Look," his voice a little more sympathetic than usual. "I am Pans oldest follower, I'm the most loyal, but I also know what he is capable of." He was starting to frustrate me and we had only said like 3 sentences! There is more to me than what meets the eye! I thought my new skin hide clothes would show that, but apparently not. "There is a reason why there are no lost girls"

I glared at him, furious that nobody had faith in me. If looks could kill, his blood would be running from his corpse and across the campsite right now. Keeping myself, collected, I leaned right into him, till our noses were barely touching. "There is a Lost Girl, and you're looking right at her"

We stayed there for a moment or two, a proud smirk on my face for being able to stand up for myself and not have Felix talk me down for once. We lingered, looking into each other's eyes, and just as began to move a little bit closer, we were interrupted, as the whole camp fell silent upon Peter's entry.

He opened his mouth to say something, but fell silent when he looked over and saw how close Felix and I had become. For once, I looked away from him, unable to hold his deep green stare.

When he finally spoke I feared for the worst as to what he might say.

"Well boys, it seems our newcomer has made herself quite comfortable." Everyone was looking my way now, and I couldn't help but feel ashamed. I glanced towards Felix. He had an "I told you so" expression on his face, but behind that, I was able to read concern.

"I think, it's time that we put her to the test." Peters grin was sickly. I couldn't comprehend why he would put this upon me! Was it rage? Jealousy? Passion? Whatever it was, it was a side I regrettably opened myself up to.

"What do you say, boys?" There was uproar in the camp as the people surrounding me, turned from young men to savages in the blink of an eye. I threw a fleeting glance at Peter, but his gaze had dropped to the floor.

I frantically grabbed for my bow and arrow, but in doing so, I spilled a number of valuable arsenals from my possession, onto the forest floor. My cape had been torn from my shoulders, and with it the strap on my satchel snapped, the leather pouch, flying across the campsite.

I dived after it, fearful that its contents would be exposed, but time was of the essence now, and I needed to flee the campsite soon, or else who knows what would become of me?

A number of boys jumped after me. They pounced, ready to tackle me small frame to the ground. I shut my eyes tight and let out a shriek, a desperate cry for help, but there was no blow.

I was expecting to be pulverised in a mush, smashed into oblivion by now, yet I had not a single scratch. I slowly opened one eye, and then the other, glancing around the camp.

Everyone was backing away from me now, and the few boys who were about to jump on me, now lain unconscious on the ground. One boy flung a dagger my way. I watched it flip and twist as it soared till the air, getting nearer and nearer, stopping dead, right before my eyes, only to drop to the ground before me.

Was I doing this? I glanced over at Felix. He had a smirk on his face. Was that pride I could see in his eyes? I Looked toward Peter. He looked dumbfounded. I couldn't tell if that look was happy for me or himself. He did look rather dubious and menacing, but in an attractive sort of way. What was I saying? He nearly had me killed! Hopefully that would make him think twice before crossing my path again. I then looked around the camp. All the boys sat wide eyed and open mouthed. There was a long moment of absolute silence, before on bot cried out, "Witch!"

It wasn't long before the rest of the boys joined in chorus. They all got up, edging nearer and nearer. I shuffled away from them, but they kept advancing on me, all the while chanting "Witch! Witch! Witch! "

The towered over me now, as I lay helpless on the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes but I pushed them down, scared to show weakness in the face of danger.

Now they grabbed at me, pulling me up off the ground. I lost grip of my bag, as they hoisted me up into the air. I didn't know what they would do to me if they saw inside that bag, but by the looks of it, my fate was already sealed as being as good as dead.

They lifted me up higher, till I was sat on their shoulders, and that was when they began to clap and cheer. I was confused at first, not really knowing what to say when you had a dozen boys carrying you around the camp fire, all the while cheering your name.

Peter stood at the front of the pack, and addressed the boys. "I'm pretty sure we are all agreed that she was more than able to prove herself, don't you boys?" They all cheered in unison, a big grin appearing on my face as the warmth of happiness and pride spread throughout my body like wild fire.

Peter looked directly at me now, "Yes, I think she will be quite useful" His striking green eyes, enticing.

The boys put me down shortly after, when I returned to my spot by Felix. "That was quite the show you put on." He didn't look at me when he spoke. He seemed a little more dead inside than usual.

"I don't know what came over me" I laughed. "Instinct just kicked in I guess." I pushed back my curly hair, behind my ear, so I could catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye.

"I thought you might want this back." He tossed my satchel into my lap, and before I could say anything, he had gotten up and moved away from me.

I took the broken strap off of the satchel and tied it around my waist. From there, I was able to attach the pouch, so it sat on my hip. From there, I replaced my cloak to cover it again, letting out a sigh. The more I kept this near me, the more I felt like I was hiding something. I needed somewhere I could stash this. My own little cave where I would be safe and hidden. I let a sigh.

"Everything alright, witch?" I turned around to see peter standing behind me. He sat down so his body was pressed against my side, and he wrapped an arm around me, placing his hand in the small of my back.

"I want to leave the camp."