Sophia opened her eyes, and was met by darkness. She blinked a few times to make sure her eyes were actually open before pushing herself up. She was lying on a hard cold floor that felt wet and sticky. As she moved her hands she felt the cold iron from shackles against her wrist. Except for her movement, there were no sounds what so ever, only her-
"Finally awake?"
-And apparently Caligo who was almost deadly quiet beside her. She guessed he was beside her since she couldn't see him, or anything, really.
"Where are we?" she asked, her voice sounding loud in the soundless room even though she whispered.
Caligo chuckled lowly, but it was humorless. "Pan's dungeons." There was a pause before he muttered, "Why did I trust him to give me a good place in this land?" He asked it more to himself then to her.
The memories of what happened returned to Sophia and she felt anger and rage build up in her. "Do you realize what you have done?" she asked in a growl.
Caligo chuckled again. "Angry because your love is dead?"
Sophia moved toward his voice but was stopped by her shackles from going any further in his direction. "Pan killed him, and now because of you everyone- including yourself, is stuck in here."
"Not everyone is stuck, Princess," he said coldly. "Just us, Pan erased everyone's memory, and replaced them with new just like The Evil Queen did. Yeah, all except for us."
Sophia sat back again, gritting her teeth. "Why would he do that?"
"He wants us to suffer, pay for what we did to him," he said and paused for a second. "And because we are the most powerful beings of all the realms, even with our magic removed by a curse."
"He thinks we could break it."
"Bingo."
They were both silent then. Sophia felt a painful empty ache in her chest, an emptiness that she started to feel the moment Felix closed his eyes, and let out his last breath. Maybe she should find a way to get free and indeed break the curse, but it just felt useless. Felix was gone and if she was honest with herself she didn't want to get out of here, she didn't want to see a world without him. In here she could pretend he was still alive, somewhere out there.
"You're giving up," she heard Caligo say quietly. She only noticed she was crying when she felt a tear drip on her hand. She moved back a little until she hit a wall with her back, and pulled her knees up to her chin.
"Why do you care?" she replied equally as quiet.
"Maybe you don't realize it, but I care for you, Sophia, even when I don't show it."
He never said her name unless he was serious, and his voice sounded more honest and less dark than usual. She knew how much he felt for her but she just didn't feel the same.
"But why?" she found herself asking. "Why do you care that I'm giving up?"
"Why don't you?" he asked, his voice back to its usual tone. "The whole town is under Pan's control, and we are probably the only ones who can save them. Are you seriously going to let the whole town, including your family, suffer because Pan killed Felix?"
"You're right," she said and exhaled a deep breath. "I'm being selfish; the town deserves to be saved, they have done nothing."
"There you are," he said. She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Look who is becoming a hero with hope speeches."
Caligo huffed at her response. "Don't get used to it, when we're free from this curse I'm going back to the dark side, which includes trying to drag you in too."
Sophia laughed softly. "Good luck with that."
"Good luck with trying to stop me."
When their soft laughing died down, Sophia tilted her head in his direction even though he could see her. "You're not that bad."
Caligo snorted.
"That's a complement." She replied shortly.
"Not for me, darling, I'm meant to be a demon. Demons aren't meant to be, 'not that bad'."
"Why are you meant to be a demon?" she asked him confused.
"You know that we are each other's counterparts, you're light, I'm dark, there's no changing that."
"And still you try to drag me to the dark side," Sophia mused.
"Darkness cheats. I can drag you to the dark, but you can't help me to the light." His voice shifted a bit at the end, as if he was sad that she couldn't help him.
"It's unfair that we are given this at our birth, and that it was already chosen for us."
"You read the story," he said bitterly. "Your grandparents chose for us."
"They didn't know," she said softly. "They wouldn't have done it if they knew what effect it had."
"Good for them," Caligo muttered under his breath.
Sophia sighed. "So what now?"
"Now we have to find a way out of here," he said and she heard his shackles making noise as he stood up.
"You're a dragon."
"Really?" he gasped sarcastically.
Sophia rolled her eyes and ignored his comment. "Don't you have special night vision or fire breathing or something?"
"While you were still sleeping I already tried to see if that worked, but it didn't. These prisons are magic sealed, plus the leather cap around our wrists blocks it if we even had magic."
"Pan is quite precocious, don't you think?"
"He knows that we can stop him."
She pushed herself off if the ground. "Then let's show him that this won't stop us."
Pan woke up in a large bed with soft sheets and many pillows. He opened his eyes, and was met by gold and green colors surrounding him. A big grin spread across his face as he sat up and looked around his room. It worked, it actually worked.
"Felix, we did-" he started, but stopped when he realized he was talking to air. His grin faded a bit when he remembered what had to occur for this to happen. He killed Felix, crushed his heart right in front of the poor boy and his love.
He shook his head and stepped out of bed. He deserved it, if he didn't walk out on him this wouldn't have had to happen. If there was someone to blame than that was Sophia or Felix himself, Pan was innocent.
He walked to his closet and opened it, seeing all his favorite clothing from Neverland and the curse. He grabbed the shirt and trousers he always wore in Neverland and put on some comfortable shoes. He wanted to explore his new land today, see how everything turned out.
Pan walked out his bedroom. He saw servants who immediately ducked their heads as they walked by. He grinned and nudged someone behind him with his elbow. "See Felix, my good looks sti-" he stopped when he looked back and saw the guard that was guarding is room. "You're not Felix."
"I can change my name if you wished so, sire," the guard said a bit nervous.
"Never mind," he huffed and started walking towards what he hoped was the exit of his palace. He suddenly wasn't so hungry anymore, so he skipped breakfast and immediately went exploring. Every person he walked by bowed for him, saying a quiet 'your highness' or 'sire'. He walked out of the gates of his palace and into town. The town was pretty much the same as it was before he cast the curse, except for the large trees and bushes that were spread across the streets, the ruined buildings, and of course his great palace that stood where the town hall stood before. The sky had a dark greenish glow upon the whole town.
Everyone looked like lost boys and girls, all wearing green and brown. Even the adults wore the distinct colors of the Neverland Lost Ones. Boys and girls were dancing from the music they made with their voices, and by slamming sticks against each other. Pan grinned as he walked past them, all the young ones looked happy and careless- just the way he liked it.
The adults on the other hand didn't look that cheerful. They were truly slaves to this land, to the young ones. He saw them clean, cook, make clothing, everything the young ones didn't do. They all looked longing at the dancing boy and girls, wishing they were young again so they could join them. Although, the adults weren't allowed to join in on the fun that the younger ones had.
The moment Pan walked by the adults, they went back to their task and didn't look up again until they were sure he was gone. He laughed at them, and turned to the dancing and singing young lost ones.
"Lost ones," he called, grabbing their attention. "Let's play a game."
They all cheered in excitement, shouting different games they could play, but as soon as Pan placed his finger on his lips they were silent.
"It's called; Hit Big," he said with a smirk. "It's simple," he walked over to a spot where there was only mud and grabbed a handful. "You grab a handful of mud," he said and turned to a few adults that walked by. "And hit as many adults as you can!"
As soon as the words left his mouth he threw the mud to a woman, hitting her in the face. The lost ones behind him cheered, and started gathering mud. He took a few steps back, and laughed at all the mud covered adults.
He grabbed a handful when he saw Hook and threw it straight into his face. He laughed as Hook stumbled backwards, trying to get the mud out of his eyes. "Did you see that, Felix? Right in his face!" he laughed, but his laughed died when he didn't hear the low chuckle behind him or the pat on his shoulder, followed by a 'Nice one, Pan' from Felix.
Suddenly the whole thing wasn't that funny anymore. So Peter turned on his heels, and headed back to his palace. He just had to get used to the idea of not having Felix around anymore that was all.
Killian turned a corner and rushed into an alleyway, away from the group of children throwing mud at him. He sat down behind a few carton boxes and wiped his face with his hand. Those kids were disgusting, why would anyone even want to create one of those? They only make life harder for you, and everyone around you.
Killian Jones would never want a child, not even with his True Love.
He scoffed to himself, as if he would ever find his True Love. True Love was a rare thing and certainly not for him, only a few people had it. He thought he had it too once. Milah, his Milah, his first love. He was sure that she was the one, but then she was killed. Killed by one of those lost ones and their games.
Killian shook his head, trying to get the painful memories to leave his mind. Then he heard footsteps, hasty ones. Probably just someone like him trying to hide from the lost ones. But then he heard more footsteps that followed the one he heard first. His head shot up and he hoped no one would notice him. First he saw a flash of golden hair rush by that was followed by a group of lost ones.
Normally he would run out of the alley and try to make it back home before the lost ones turned around and went after him, but something was holding him back from running. So instead of fleeing he stood up, and followed them. He caught sight of the group and the blond they were following. They rushed out of the alley and through the streets where the mud fight was still present. He kept his distance from the lost ones so that if one of them looked back he could hide.
When he looked closer at the lost ones he noticed that it weren't ordinary ones; these were Pan's guards. They had weapons instead of mud and were older than most of the children playing on the streets, but they were also not adults. They were just older teenagers.
He followed them to the woods. The blond zigzagged passed the trees and jumped over logs like she knew of every one of them where they lay. Some of the boys fell suddenly. Killian looked up and saw figure move through the trees. When they were a little farther away from him he walked to one of the bodies. He noticed a tranquilizer dart in the boy's neck. Whoever these people were they weren't so keen on killing.
Killian's head shot up when he heard a scream coming from the direction the blond ran to. Before he knew what he was doing he stood up again, and ran to where he heard the scream come from. He hid behind a tree when he saw the blond being held down on her knees by two of Pan's guards. He looked up in the trees but the figures were gone.
Great.
Just great.
A few feet away from him was the body of an unconscious boy, his weapon still in his hand. Killian slowly walked over to the boy and pried the cutlass out of his hand. He tried the weapon out a few times, feeling the familiar movants flow easily. He went back to his spot behind the tree, seeing one boy holing a sharp looking sword above her neck, ready to behead the blond.
Killian gritted his teeth and stepped around the tree, raising his cutlass. "Don't you dare touch her," he growled, making them all look at him in surprise. The blond also looked up, and their eyes met for a split second.
"And what are going to do, old man?" the boy with the sword laughed.
"Come and find out," he said and lunched forward, aiming for the boys head. The boy blocked and pushed him back. The boy lunched forward and Killian blocked. It was a constant dance. He looked past the boy to see the blond free herself from the other two's grip. The boy took this distraction to lunch again and Killian could only block in time. It did however made him lose his balance and stumble back, hitting a tree. The boy laughed and held the sword to his throat.
"Look at that, two in one day. Our king would be ple-" The boy stopped and his eyes closed as he fell to the ground.
"Maybe next time," said the blond as she put her dagger back its sheath. She looked up at him, and he was stunned for a moment by the beautiful green eyes that met his. "Come on, they could wake any moment."
Killian swallowed and nodded, following the blond as she began to run. "Where are we going?" he asked her when he caught up with her.
"You'll see," she said, smirking a little. "What's your name?"
"Jones. Killian Jones."
"Never seen you here before."
"I don't come here often," he said and she held up her hand as she stopped. He stopped next to her, and she started to whistle. A few second later he heard someone whistle back. A person jumped out of the tree right in front of them.
"Who's he?" the woman asked wary. She had a pixie cut and a bow and arrow on her back and tranquilizer darts in a pocket on her belt at her hip plus the tranquilizer darts shooter.
"Killian Jones, he helped me when you were suddenly gone," the blond said pointedly, and crossed her arms.
"I thought that you had them all!" pixie cut protested.
"Apparently not, they jumped me from behind a tree."
Pixie cut sighed. "Sorry, I'll look out better next time."
"That would be appreciated."
"Sorry to interrupt but whom are you and why were Pan's guards chasing you?" Killian interrupted.
The women share a look before turning to him. "Are you working for Pan?" the blond asked, lifting her chin.
"What? No, why would I be working for that bloody demon, he only hires youths." Pixie cut looked expectedly at the blond.
"He's telling the truth," Blond said without taking her eyes off of him.
"What are we going to do with him?" pixie cut asked.
"We could take him to the camp," the blond suggested. Pixie cut took her arm, and dragged her back a little to talk to her without him being able to hear them. Killian ran his hand through his hair and let out a deep breath. Well, he didn't expect this to happen when he woke up this morning. A few minutes later the blond and pixie cut returned.
"You can come with us," the blond said.
"And what makes you think I want to?" he asked and raised an eyebrow at her as he stepped closer.
"How does a place sound without lost ones?" she swayed closer to him.
"Sounds like heaven," he smirked. "But why would you want me?"
"I saw your skills, we could use some more men who know how to use a sword."
He suddenly felt that something was stinging on his neck. He moved his hand up to his neck and pulled out a tranquilizer dart. He looked behind him and saw pixie cut standing there waving at him. His eyelids began to feel heavy as he looked back at the dart and suddenly felt his knees began to buckle in.
"Sorry, Jones, we can't trust you yet," the blond said. Killian wanted to say something but couldn't get a sound out of his mouth as he fell to the forest floor, and out of consciousness.
A/N: Thank you all for reading and a special thanks to those who review!
also a big thank you to my beta reader Pan'sLittleLostGirl for helping me with this chapter.
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