I woke up back at the camp in Pans room. I really need to stop blacking out… Outside I heard the boys chanting and clanking wood together in beat with pipe music. It sounded beautiful and filled my whole body and soul. I was almost tempted to go outside and join them. I reluctantly let the warm hammock and left the room.

It was nighttime and a cool breeze swept through the clearing. A huge fire was in the middle of the middle of the clearing that the boys surrounded. The danced around the inferno, whooping like animals, clanking chunks of wood. Pan sat on a stump near the edge of the clearing with a pipe to his lips; playing a tune that seemed to take total control of my body. By the look that Peter was giving me, he was waiting for it to happen, and just to piss him off, I refused to.

I took a seat at the opposite side of the clearing. I crossed my legs underneath me and watched them prance around the fire. Sadly, I was to far from the fire to feel its warmth. I shivered against the cold wind and hugged myself. Pan, irritated by m lack of reaction, rose from his perch and sauntered towards me, eyeing me the whole way, "You can hear the music can;t you?" He kneeled next to me, studying me.

"Yes, and it's quite beautiful." I glanced at him, trying to keep my expression blank. I vacantly stared at the fire. "What are they doing anyways?"

He smirked at me and rose, wrapping his arm around my waist bringing me up with him. "Well, it's a celebration of course!" he elaborately waved his free arm. "To welcome our newest Lost Girl, "I glared at him and tried to wriggle free, "And Lost Boy."

As he finished his sentence, the group hollered. I examined the boys faces around the fire, all of them I recognized. I glanced around the camp, shocked to see a boy sitting at the other end wearing a red plaid shirt, red and grey striped scarf with a pea coat and blue jeans, he was definitely new here.

I moved away from Pan, he tightened his grip and furrowed his brow as I shuffled towards the boy. Pan shouted over the whoops of the boys, "Now how about a song for Henry and Kendra?" The boys cried their answer and he didn't fail to deliver.

I sat next to the boy, Henry, Pan called him, "So Pan got you too, huh?" He snapped his head up, "Um, no. I was brought here by a man and woman through a portal."

"A-a portal? Sorry, I'm kinda new to all this, magic stuff." I continued to shiver, still too far from the fire for any heat to reach.

"How long have you been here?"

"Um, a day or so now I think. I honestly can't really tell." I glanced over at Pan, who took his original spot playing his flute and eyeing me and Henry. "How old are you anyways, kid?"

"Twelve, you?"

"Eighteen. I was supposed to be nineteen in November but if it's true how all the stories go, I'll be eighteen for a while." We sat in silence for a while, I listened to the pipe music, it calming me as I sat there. "Why aren't you up there with the other Lost Boys to his pipe music? Doesn't it control Lost Boys?"

He furrowed his brow, "I can't hear and music."

I shivered again, my teeth chattering painfully. "Man, I wish I had my hoodie from home. It always kept me warm." I glanced back at Henry, who was staring at the empty ground next to me. Well I thought it was empty. A hoodie, deep maroon in color with black fleece lining laid next to me. I examined it and saw, sown elbow and all, it was my hoodie, "Holy sh.."

Peter had stopped playing, studying me and Henry, "How did you that?" Henry touched the hoodie, as if he couldn't believe it was in front of him.

Felix came out of the woods and loomed next to Pan, both of them staring at us. "Long story, kid. Very long story."

"His family is here." He harshly whispered at his leader, barely Audible over the boys.

"Good, let the game begin." He chuckled low in his throat while Felix just smirked. "It's going better than I thought. She can almost remember everything. Just not her family."

"Isn't that a good thing? If she remember she might try to leave with him."

"No, she needs to remember. She needs to remember all the pain, and when she does she'll choose our side."

"Well, Pan never fails."

The night continued on with the 'celebration'. As the hours passed the bos became weary and left the fire to brawl with each other. I sat on the ground with my bunched up on the log as a pillow with henry doing the same. I watched two of the Lost Boys as they fought, swinging there makeshift swords. As I watched, my mind thrust me deep into a dream.

"Are you ready for you lesson, dearie?" I watched the leaves outside my window blow through the breeze, Autumn setting in in the forest.

"What will we be doing?" I felt something sharp poking into my spine, I couldn't help but wince.

I turned to face the imp, a twisted smile on his face. He rose the sword to my throat. "You should know by now to not turn your back on an enemy?"

"And you should know, to never underestimate me." I disappeared in a purple cloud, teleporting to a beam near the ceiling.

"Uh huh, lass. No magic." He snapped his fingers and i was once again in front of him.

"Enough! I told you to teach her not fool around!" I whipped around only to see the doors slamming.

"Well, let's begin."

Pan knelt by Kendra's limp body, Henry next to me, concern steaming off the young boy, "Go be with the other boys. She'll be fine."

"What's going on?" He knelt closer, listening to the mumbles of the unconscious girl.

"Go!" Peter lifted Kendra, carrying her into the hut. A bewildered Henry looking on before he was pushed into the throng of the boys by Felix.