AN: Dear Readers, Thank you to everyone who has made it this far and stuck with the story for so long now. I write fanfiction for 3 reasons, 1: because I am obsessed with OUAT and need a way to vent my infatuation with these characters that I hold so dear to my heart, 2: because I love literature and writing stories is a hobby of mine, and 3: because there is an audience out there that reads my work. For those of you who don't write, a huge amount of time and effort goes into each post. I would like to start a new story, however, I am conflicted on what to write. I have a few ideas, but without sewing seeds of thought in your heads and leading you a certain way, I would like to know what you would like to read. When/If I receive any requests, I'll write a poll so you can vote for your favorites. It doesn't take a long time to read a story, so please, all I'm asking if for you to take 1 or 2 minutes of your time to tell me what you want. even if you just comment a single characters name, I would really appreciate it!

*~PanGirl99~*

I couldn't remember what happened after that, but when I woke up the following morning, I lay beneath the lace trimmed sheets of my bed in the cave, completely alone.

I dressed and readied myself to return to the camp. I tied my cloak around my neck and slung my bow and arrows over my shoulder. It wasn't until then that I realised my satchel was missing.

Frantically, I searched all over the cave, under the bed, in between the sheets, inside the drawers, behind the lace drapes, but the small leather bag which contained the letter for which I had suffered enough for, in trying to find it's sender.

I began to panic now. I feared the worst, for the first time I lost something on the island was what had led to the letter in the first place. Now I had misplaced the letter and I couldn't imagine the consequences that would follow.

Having searched everywhere, I decided I must have left it down somewhere, I thought of the lagoon, and maybe the satchel had come away in the water and sunk to bottom. I decided it would be there that I would have to search. I descended the ladder to embark on the journey, when I stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of Peter, sitting alone on a large rock at the foot of the ladder, a piece of parchment in his hands and the satchel said at his feet. His lips were pursed into a hard thin line, trying to supress rage, but his eyes told a different, deeper message. He looked, disappointed.

"What is this?" he waved the letter in the air. I looked away, unable to look him in the eye, but the longer I remained silent, the more frustrated and violet he became. He was on his feet now, looming over me. The letter was only a crumpled sheet of parchment, clenched in Peter's fist. "Look at me." He snarled. Slowly, I lifted my stare to meet his eyes. The moment my gaze locked with his, the impact of his hand smacking against my cheekbone forced my face to turn away. I brought my hand to my cheek, the stinging unbearable. I blinked back the tears, but that became much harder as he began to read excerpts from the letter aloud.

"'I know what you did, and I know what you are capable of.' What is that supposed to mean, M? Who sent this?" His hand struck my face again, this time, with even more force. I struggled farther to choke back the tears, but a few had escaped and now ran down my cheeks.

"I don't know." I muttered, my voice broken in pain. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and knew I would be bruised.

"So you're telling me, someone has be 'watching you your entire life', and you have no idea who that might be?" He slapped me again and followed it with a backhand against the other cheek.

"I don't know!" I sobbed, but that clearly wasn't the answer that he was looking for. He grabbed my wrist with one hand and my cheek with the other, pulling my face to meet his wicked stare.

"Well, I can't have you running around with an insane stalker, now can I?" he barked, dragging me through the forest. I struggled to free myself from his grasp, but it was no use. He was intent on making me suffer for this, without even giving me the chance to speak properly, despite my pleas for mercy, but they were getting me nowhere.

He pulled me through the wood, yanking me past any opportunity I had of freeing myself from the burden of where I came from. He hauled me till we came to two crates, suspended from a tree by a thickly woven crate. It wasn't until Peter commanded that the crate be dropped that I realized we weren't alone. Felix and a few of the older boys lowered one whilst the younger ones pushed me inside by pointing and poking sharp sticks and stones. When I got in, the door was shut and locked. I grasped the bard of the tiny cage and brought my face to the gap, tears streaking down my cheeks, but peter brought his face close enough to mine that our noses brushed against each other. "When you do remember, I'll consider letting you out."

The boys hoisted the cage up and secured it by tying the rope around a tree stump before departing. I sat there sobbing. Once all of the boys had left, there came a noise from the second cage.

"psst." I looked up to see a young girl, only about 13, with honey brown curls surrounding her face. I rubbed away my tears with the back of my hand and apologized for my appearance.

"I'm M" I told her. She smiled, her big brown eyes curving into two moons. I think she was glad of the company. She reached a hand through the bars, and I extended mine. We could barely reach, but we managed just to link fingers.

"I'm Wendy." She told me. She had a London accent also. I thought maybe she might know about who sent me the letter and considered asking her, but decided to refrain, not wanting to jeopardize this new friendship I had so unwillingly but was glad to have entered into.