Chapter 3

Lynn spent most of her time in the underground trying to escape. There wasn't much she could try, other then climbing the mud slide she slid in on, and biting the aged rope holding the logged bars together. All to no avail.

Tired and dirty, Lynn had nothing better to do then to sit in the corner and sighed. She needed a bath, a bed, and food. The growls of hunger coming from her stomach made it sound as if a bear was in the same cell as her.

"I hope someone gets here before I starve to death." Lynn whined rubbing her burning belly.

Just then there came a creak of a door along with a flood of noise. It sounded as if she was right next door to the children playground. "I get to grab the prisoner."

"Not Uh, it's my turn to grab the prisoner."

Lynn pressed her face up against the wooden bars trying to looking at the voices that were heading her way. Creatures, small enough that they only came up to her elbows, and covered in mud, sticks, leaves, fur, and leather.

Lynn felt an ounce of fear as she stepped away from the bars. They were starring at her, behind the mask they were wearing, she could feel them staring at her. "What do you want?"

At the sound of her voice the creatures looked at each other. The one of the left, who looks slightly like a fox, tipped his head, "You've been summoned." He stated. "The great leader wants to see you."

They led Lynn out of the long dark hallway, and up a stairway of logged steps. The noise grew louder as they ascended to the main room build under the ground. Tree roots could be seen hanging from the ceiling, while larger roots were twisted and woven into chairs, bed nooks, and other such amenities.

Creature, just like the two escorting her, were flocked around the room, jumping, hooting, and shouting like wild animals. Though they began to fade to silence as Lynn walked through the group.

Lynn chin lifted to hide her growing fear. Two chairs, situated higher then everyone else stood proud in front of her. 'Almost thrown like.' Lynn thought. The two figures that sat upon the throwns left Lynn wondering. The first, obviously a girl with long black hair, sat in a giant tan robe with colorful feathers along the neck line almost like a necklace. The male figure lounged across the seat, with one leg lifted and hung over the arm of the chair. Both wore mask made of barks, so thick that it was nearly impossible to see the peering eyes gazing and glaring at her.

The man rose from his chair, "Who are you?"

"My name is Lynn Tyler. I am a loyal member of Her Majesty in London, and I-"

"London?" He boomed. "What do you know of London?"

"I live in London." Lynn stated.

The man remained silent. "How have you come to be here?"

"I'm not sure but I think it was pirates."

"Pirates?! You're a pirate?"

"What? No..."

The man nodded. "You're a new pirate. Possibly a pirates lover. What say you to that?" He demanded.

"I say you're insane." Lynn replied in defense.

"Take the prisoner back to her cell. I'm sure she'll beg to be reunited with her old man soon enough."

Lynn struggled against the multiple hands that restrained and pulled at her. "You can't do that!" She shouted at the back of his head.

One small voice stood out over the cascade of masculine voices. "Let her go Slightly, it's mine turn to be the dungeon guard."

"No it's Tootles."

Slightly? Tootles?

It was then that a hurrican of emotions and memories came flying back to Lynn.

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"Peter!" Lynn yelled at the top of her lungs.

The male flew over to her, on one side of the room one minute and right before her the next. "W-what did you say?"

"I know who you are... I am not afraid of you..." Lynn whispered as tears poured down her cheeks.

"Who?"

"Peter Pan."