"Go, find them. We cannot let this island be invaded - whoever tortured her needs to be stopped before anybody else gets hurt," Peter picked up a stick and started to draw with it on the floor, "we'll set up three camps, here will be base, you will report back here if anything happens, in each camp there will be a messenger, this person will need to be small and fast - able to get out if anything happens to the rest of the camp. I will remain here, running operations. Felix will sort out who is at each of the camps," he took Scar, who I guess is Felix, aside and whispered to him, "alright. Now," and he looked at me, "training."
Ten minutes later and I'm walking through the forest with a small boy and a heavy looking bag. Peter is carrying a bow and arrow, as we walk we talk.
"Whoever is on the island is probably the same person who hurt you-"
I should tell him.
"Listen, Peter-"
"It's Pan or Peter Pan, no Peter."
"Right, well, I need to talk to you about who attacked me."
"You remember?"
"Not exactly." His eyes narrowed and he stopped walking.
"What do you mean?"
Under his terrifying glare my confidence disappeared.
"I-I um, well, I," I took a deep breath, "I remember what they looked like."
His face lit up, "Excellent."
"It was a woman..." I racked my brain for any kind of description, "she was blonde."
His nose wrinkled in disgust and his eyes darkened in a way that means I can only assume I've just gotten someone in deep trouble.
"I know her. I will deal with her in due course but now," he dug into the bag the small boy carried and he handed me an apple, I pushed it away but he kept pressing.
"I don't want an apple, I've eaten enough." Remembering my manners I added, "thank you."
He smirked in a way that unnerved me.
"These aren't for eating, they're quite poisonous, he handed the apple to the young boy who looked terrified and the bow and arrows to me.
"I'm not shooting anybody."
"That's the right attitude, so many of my boys have been lost to this game."
"No, you don't understand, I won't fire at anybody."
Before I knew what was happening I was pinned against a tree with a knife to my neck, his face pressed close to mine, his eyes filled with fire.
"If you won't shoot, I have no use for you and nobody else can know of Neverland so you'll have to go."
I don't like this, this can't be good.
"Fine."
He relaxed and smiled, "good."
I took the bow and arrow and aimed it widely above the young boy's head, I wanted no chance of hitting him. Pulling the bow taught was killing my arm, the hurts from the other day were being stretched and I could feel them nearly bursting open, I went to release the arrow and just as I released the arrow I spun and fired at Pan.