Olivia Ravenwood. A poor girl with dreams of adventure, freedom, endless youth. Youth. That always led to power. Beautiful power. She dreamed of a magical place, a dense forest full of mystery and...magic.
Neverland.
She always saw this boy in her dream land. But she never figured out who he was. Sandy light brown hair. Dark eyes. All dressed in green. She was always fascinated by the boy who she could never catch up to in her dreams. He would always be grinning mischievously at her, then disappear randomly.
I will find this boy. Who he was. What he wanted. Why he always hid from me.
My mother died when I was young. Killed by my own father. He hated her and accused her of softening me up. I wasn't soft now. Because of my father. Since Mother died, he has abused me and pushed me around, beating me if I didn't come home with money or food. He preferred food.
Tonight, I sneaked out of the house after Father got himself drunk again. Stupid fool. I kept my knife at my belt and ran out. I came in to a bar, smirking when I saw my friend the bartender, Isabelle. "Hey, Izzy," I said as I sat down. She knew I was only seventeen, but she let me order whatever I wanted despite my age. "So, did the Queen kill Snow yet?"
Izzy, a pretty girl, about twenty, with brown straight hair, shook her head. "Nope. Honestly, she should give up. It's her fault for telling Snow about her farm boy."
I smirked. "True. Or Snow should just stop running all the time. She'll get caught sometime." Izzy put down my reffar drink in front of me.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. My pitch black curls flew over one shoulder as I swiveled my head around. "What?"
A burly guy stood over me. "Hey, little lady. Wanna go outside? Have a little fun?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" I batted my eyes sarcastically.
"Come on, sweetie," the guy sneered. He grabbed my arm, and used my other hand to push him back with the force of my magic. He slammed right into the wall, hitting his head. He growled and stood up, his stupid friends ganging up on me. "Oh, dear, you will pay for that." Yeah, right. Who's the one with magic? Me.
Two of the guy's goons grabbed both of my arms, pinning them behind me. Shit. I struggled as hard as I could, but couldn't break free.
Suddenly the first guy was thrown into the wall again. But not by me. "She's mine, laddie." I turned to see the boy. The boy. From Neverland. From my dreams. The same light brown hair, dark eyes. But he had a sort of beige and red cape outfit on.
One of the guys laughed. "Says who, boy?"
The boy raised his eyebrows. "Do you want me to hurt you? Or can I just take her the easy way? Either way, she is mine." He grinned at me, and I swore I saw an evil glint in his eyes.
"She's ours," one of the guys said, stroking my black hair with his dirty hand. I so wanted to break that filthy hand of his right then and there. Suddenly the boy flicked his wrist, and both guys fell to the ground, unconscious. I looked up at him.
The boy grabbed my arm and pulled me outside. I glanced back at Izzy, who was staring in shock. The boy closed the door behind me. "Nice magic you got there," I said. Some part of him terrified me, but another part told me to be the big bad Livvy I was.
"I could say the same to you, love," the boy said, grinning, not lessening his grip on my arm.
"Who the hell are you, anyway?"
He leaned in closer, that evil glint making me cringe. Not a good sign. "It's been a long time, love. Glad you could make the show. I am Peter Pan."