Hey everybody,

a new chapter, just for you! Hope you like it!

Also, what do you people think of Wendy? I really, really hate her...since I first watched the Disney version...cause I always thought Peter was MINE, and Wendy was getting in the way, so she needs to be ELIMINATED!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Once upon a Time, just the crazy ideas in my head that I incorporated into this story.

Chapter 34

Peter's POV:

I was standing on a road, but it was a road unlike any other I had seen before. My feet were touching solid, hard ground, but not dirt. Something else; some kind of unknown material. Suddenly, hands wrapped around my throat and a figure lifted me from the earth.

My brain was already going fuzzy; my vision clouded with black spots. I tried to fight back, but it was no use, the grip only tightened. So as my last act I stared into the eyes of my assaulter defiantly, counting the seconds before I would pass out from the lack of air.

In a split second, the magically glowing eyes, burning with hatred and anger, morphed into viridian green eyes. They seemed so familiar, except I couldn't place the person they belonged to. This person seemed to know who I was and instantly let go of the iron grip around my neck, the look of shock and remorse evident on her face.

'I'm sorry.'

I shot up, my hands gripping the sheets of the bed. How long had it been since I had had a good night sleep? Rubbing my tired eyes, I kept repeating the words out loud.

'It was just a dream. Not a vision. It was just a dream.'

In truth, reassuring myself aloud didn't really help. I couldn't distinguish foresight from fantasy and it was disturbing me. What if I couldn't tell reality from imagination?

All of a sudden I felt a tugging in my body, distracting me from my previous thoughts. Someone new had stepped foot on the island. My shadow had fulfilled its task, for now. Baelfire was now walking cluelessly on the beach near Pirate's Cove, so he wasn't in danger, but it wouldn't take long before one of my Lost Boys would find him and see him as a foe. With the snap of my fingers, I emerged from the jungle and walked lightly on the sand. I could see the back of the boy; he was wearing a white, long nightdress and had blond curls. A nightdress? Blond curls?

As I touched the child's shoulder, trying not to startle it, I was greeted by a smiling face of a girl. A girl? Had my shadow made a mistake? Couldn't it tell the genders apart?

The dark green eyes, oozing with innocence and happiness, disgusted me. Her bright smile made me cringe.

'I'm in Neverland, aren't I? You must be Peter Pan! It is very nice to meet you!'

Taken aback by her knowledge, I had the suspicion that maybe my shadow had brought her here for a reason. She had been in one of my visions, after all.

'Oh, the pleasure is all mine. And who, might I ask, are you?' I bowed down, earning a giggle and blush spreading across the girl's cheeks.

'I am Wendy Moira Angela Darling.'

Felix's POV:

At first I thought I had overslept, since it was dark when I woke up. But later on, Tootles had told the sun hadn't risen that day. Which alarmed me, because I knew Pan controlled the island, and with that the weather of Neverland. Something was wrong.

Stepping out of my small hut, my eyes darted to the piercing white nightdress in midst of the green foliage, brown tights the boys were wearing and dark skies. The white almost most seemed angelic; I winced.

Taking a closer look, I noticed the features of a young girl; the blond curls that seemed unruly, the annoying smile and irritating dark green eyes, expressing so much hope I could almost feel myself getting sick.

Why was a girl here in Neverland? They didn't belong here, there simply weren't any girls allowed to be on the island, except for the mermaids and the ones from the Indian's tribe.

At the moment, Pan was entertaining the girl with some kind of demonstration of his power of belief, making dozens of wild flowers appear before her eyes and handing them to her, eliciting a happy laugh. I didn't even know this girl's name and I was already getting agitated with her. But I knew deep down, my anger and annoyance were meant for Pan; it felt like he was being unfaithful to somebody, someone we all had forgotten.

For a second, our eyes met and I could see a flash of irritation and frustration in his eyes. Which meant he was only playing his game.

This girl was important in his plan in becoming immortal, so I decided I wouldn't intervene with his schemes. I felt the need to go hunting; just leave camp and wander around in the jungle, and I retreated back to my hut to get a weapon.

This girl was important in his plan in becoming immortal. I had a sense that I had uttered this sentence some time ago, but couldn't quite place when or which girl it had been.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I saw my usual weapon of choice; my monstrosity of a club, next to a bow and arrow. Instinctively, I went for the club, but something in my mind told me to go for the bow and arrow this time.

As I was trekking through the dense jungle, the bow and arrow in my hand, a single tear slid down my cheek.

I wasn't quite sure why.

Aura's POV:

The pain was driving me insane. The pounding sensation in my chest was on the verge of unbearable. A searing heat spread through my body to the tips of my being; a dull throbbing in my head wouldn't let me think straight.

Screaming out in agony, I began to claw at my face until blood started to run along my fingers. I thrashed around in my bed, wailed and cried out, the tears falling freely along my face, mixing with the blood. What was happening to me? I counted the seconds until I would pass out from the pain.

Heartbreak was the worst pain you could feel.

I guess my mind and heart had both finally come to the conclusion that Pan just wasn't going to come rescue me. That I had been used and was only a passing fancy in his eyes. I wasn't his true love; the pixie dust must've lied.

My crying turned into quiet sobs, my wailing to soft whimpers; the pain eventually subsided.

But I laid still in the middle of the bed, clutching to the left side of my chest; where my now broken heart was; and burst into tears, once again. I knew my heart was special, it could bring back lost and save and heal.

But how could it heal itself? The only way to cure heartbreak was to fall in love with the right person, and I was isolated forever.

My heart was damaged.

And I was broken.

So...yeah...Felix and Aura's POV broke my heart while writing...

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