Cold winds rattled between the bars and shuck the cages violently. Wendy and I had both been terrified that the two suspended crates would crash together and fall, but thankfully, that hadn't happened yet.

Wendy told me everything about you she had come here, how she had gone home and why she came back to save baelfire. I told her that he must have escaped pan as he was with hook. She was a little surprised by this, said baelfire had been with hook before he had been taken by Peter, but she hoped that maybe this would be how he got home. She was disheartened to find I knew nothing of her brothers. I told her I had only spoken with Peter and Felix.

I thought of Felix then. Perhaps this was why he had warned me. He must have seen Pan Take advantage of a young girl before me but his warnings had gotten him nowhere, because here I was, in the same place as Wendy.

I thought then of why I was here. Pan had wanted me for something, or rather, he wanted what I was capable of, despite the fact I was not able to control it yet, but whatever he wanted me for seemed to be jeopardised by the sender knowing who I was. I wondered what Peter had wanted Wendy for. She didn't seem to look any different from just another person, but then again, until recently, I had believed myself to be just another person.

"Wendy?" she raised an eyebrow at me. "Did Peter ever bring you to the lagoon?" I was curious to know how similar our story's had been. She sighed at the mention of the lagoon.

"Oh yes. He had brought me to see the mermaids." She mused. It had sparked my interests to talk about mermaids.

"Did you really get to see mermaids?" I asked. She scoffed at the word as though it were some foul creature and not the beautiful magical maidens in the story books. Perhaps this was the creature from my foul encounter in the icy water the last night.

"Yes, but they aren't everything they are made out to be." She frowned. "I Peter hadn't been there to save me, I probably would have drowned." It was interesting to see her speak of him with such praise, but it was true. Peter could be cold and loving, but he went about getting what he wants in such a romantic way that one couldn't help fall head over heels in love with him.

"He must have relay needed you to want to save you like that." I sighed. I thought of how Peter had pushed me into the lagoon and hearing how he had saved Wendy, however much I hated to admit it, hurt me and made me, jealous almost, but Wendy soon brushed aside the theory of Peter needing her.

"He didn't want me at all", she choked. "He wanted a boy. He took baelfire. That's why my brothers and I came here to save him, but that was how I ended up here." I couldn't see her face clearly through the bars, but I could have sworn Wendy had begun to cry to herself. We didn't speak much after that, but just fell asleep, silently.

In the early hours of the morning, I could hear rustling in the foliage below me. "Peter?" I whispered onto the night, but I got no response. "Wendy?" I looked over towards her, she moved in her sleep, but didn't wake.

The movement continued for a few more moments, before I began to feel my cage shake and sway, as it lurched towards the ground, with each violent heave. It landed on the ground with a thud, and a mysterious hooded figure approached me.

They struggled with the lock for a while, before resulting to other means. Plucking a large rock from the ground, the bashed it against the fixture. The blunt tool repeatedly hit the lock and after several large blows, the lock gave way.

Up above, I could see Wendy's cage sway as she moved about, getting closer and closer to awakening. "Wendy," I called after again, but the hooded figure had opened the cage and grabbed me by the wrist. The pulled me out of the cage and up on to my feet.

I tried calling Wendy again, but the mysterious figure was dragging me away from the site and through the forest. They pulled me all the way west of the island, to a large tree, from which, a rope ladder was suspended. We climbed the ladder to a small treehouse.

The room was essentially bare. It looked rather dull compared to the warm, lace embellished room I had been used to, but it served as shelter for this person. They pottered around the room for a moment, gathering things and organizing themselves.

"Who are you?" I tried my best to stand tall and seem more powerful, trying to hide my fear of leaving the cage had gotten me out of the frying pan and into the fire. They stopped now and stood still for a moment before lowering their hood and turning around slowly to reveal a small woman, dressed in green to highlight her emerald eyes, with her curly blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun, placed elegantly on the top of her head.

She smiled at me. "I'm Tinkerbelle" she explained, "And you don't have to worry about me, M. I'm here to help you." I raised an eyebrow at her. Could I really trust this woman? I had only just met her, but she already knew who I was, but how?

"How do you know who I am?" I asked her. It only seemed fitting I would have questions for my captor, considering how many times I had been in this position since I had arrived here, in Neverland.

She laughed at my question in dismissal. "I know more about you than you probably know about yourself, dear." She joked. "Who else did you think sent you that letter?"