Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except Eloise… of course.
Third Person:
The fight was dreadful. In the end the pirates overpowered the lost boys who were gagged and tied. Peter was tied to an anchor so he wouldn't fly away. They were all forced to watch the wood burn. Eloise was engulfed in flames. They couldn't see her, but felt the pain she was suffering. The heat was nearly unbearable from where they were standing and they couldn't imagine facing the flames like that. They all cried, especially Peter. The boys stopped when the flames died down. Peter couldn't take it anymore.
"You vile, loathsome beast!" He flew into the air despite the anchor. He slammed the anchor onto Hook so that he was on the ground. The anchor was crushing his lungs. He couldn't breath. His ribs were breaking and his heart was slowing. That was it. Hook had died.
"A life for a life," Peter said through gritted teeth, "Untie us!" He ordered the pirates. They obeyed. Peter immediately flew back to the tree where he lived and crawled behind the bear hide and onto his bed.
"Oof!" A muffled voice was heard from underneath him. He got up and stripped back the covers. Eloise was lying there. Alive as ever and covered in ashes, she blinked her violet eyes up at him.
"How…?" Peter trailed off. She was still so beautiful.
"I'm a witch! I don't need a wand to do magic. Speaking of," she pulled out her wand from her pocket.
"I want to give you a kiss," he said. She held out her hand, "A real kiss."
And with that they both leaned in towards each other and their noses bonked. They both withdrew and rubbed their noses.
"Maybe we should tell the lost boys I'm alive," she chuckled as they both leaned for another chance this one worked perfectly and their lips touched.
The End! I know it was a short story and this was a really short chapter, but if you want I may write a sequel. Anyway, this concludes the story of Eloise the witch.
