AN: Hey lovelies! Just another little chapter, where we get a little glimpse of the Neverland we all know in the show. Please let me know what you think, I absolutely love hearing from you!

~Luna

Chapter 6: Lion of the Coliseum

From my bush I observed the crew. There weren't too many of them, seventeen at the most. But they were a great deal bigger than any of us and better armed than the braves.

"Oh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life,

They never bury you're bones,

For when it's all over a jolly sea rover

Drops in on his friend, Davey Jones

Oh, my good friend, Davey Jones!"

They sang, the end of each line punctuated by a cheer and them raising the cutlasses. Two of the pirates, the black leather clad one and a short, chubby man with a red hat broke off from the rest of the group, heading straight into the jungle. I followed these two, using magic to fly across the branches as not to be seen.

"We're going to find that demon and make him squeal," the leader threatened, and I could only assume he was talking about Peter. "I need his knowledge for my revenge."

"The rumors about this boy," the chubby one said in a low hushed tone. "He's killed four men just by looking at them and his boys are ruthless. Hook, we should turn back."

I had to stifle my giggles. Apparently the rumors we had been spreading worked. We didn't look like much, in fact we weren't much. It was always good to have a reputation though. I flew to another branch to get a closer look.

"Mr Smee," Hook fixed the man with an evil glare. "This island is the only place where I can get my revenge, a gang of toddlers be damned."

"But Cap'n," Smee looked terrified again. I could already tell it would be fun to mess with him. "This demon, he's done unspeakable things. And he kidnapped the Haven's daughter. He's probably using her for some sick reason."

Deciding enough was enough, I dropped from the canopy, holding my knife against Mr Smee's throat. "Actually I prefer the pronoun 'they'," I laughed, pointing my dagger at Hook. "But since you're new, I'll let it slide."

The two were absolutely stunned. Threatening adults was fun, they never expect anything out of children, especially when they think they're so much better than you with a sword.

"You're one of Pan's devils aren't you?" Hook hissed.

I took a step back, daggers still raised. If they thought I was evil, I better put on a good show. "Devil... I haven't heard that one in a while. Monster, yes. But devil... That one's new."

"Take us to your leader," Smee tried. I believe he wanted to sound commanding, but it came out as just a little squeak.

I laughed again. "Now why would I do that? Because Pan left me to roam on the island, alone?" I flew back to a tree, perching on a branch. "We can take care of ourselves. It's not as hard as it looks."

I looked over their faces. Hook's was hard and resolute and Smee's was full of fear. Hook could possibly be the only threat. Maybe a few others I had seen back on the beach, but they weren't my problem at that moment.

"I'll give you a warning. Stay off of our island and don't bother us," I said, dropping back down and heading in the direction of Echo Caves.

I could practically hear the smirk in Hook's voice. "Or what will you do, mate?"

I stopped and smiled at them. "We'll kill you." I said as sweetly as possible before disappearing into the thicket.

• • •

It took longer to make it back to camp than usual. Peter's foul mood had opened up a fissure about a mile from the clearing, where poisonous snakes poured out of the crack in the Earth. I truly was grateful for the magic of this island, but having it be tied to emotions was possibly the worst mistake of the shadow's immortal life. Especially tying those emotions to one of a half-grown teenage boy.

I made it back to camp in one piece, angered and tired. Thankfully Peter had gotten over his little hissy fit and was playing a game with everyone else. It was the crossbow game where we tried to shoot apples off of each other's heads. It was one I enjoyed immensely, but Was not in the mood for one. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching Slightly shoot an apple directly above Peter's head. Cheering, Peter held Slightly's hand up high, receiving whoops from the others. As I walked over, he caught sight of me. "I know that look," he said almost to himself.

He dragged me into the jungle only a little ways away from camp. "What happened now?"

"Well there's a fairy on the island for starters," I began. He nodded and I guessed he already knew about that. "And now we have pirates. Great job of scaring that navy man away, by the way. Because he's back and wants revenge."

Peter shook his head. "How many?"

"Seventeen, twenty at the most," I answered.

I could see the wheels in Peter's head turning and he grabbed my hand and led me back to the clearing. The boys all looked up when we entered. They sat around the fire, five pairs of eyes trained upon us.

"There are pirates on the island," Peter announced.

The boys whispered among each other and I could see Slightly pulling out his crossbow. Good boy.

"How are we gonna get rid of them?" Cubby asked, club at the ready.

"We don't have enough right now," Peter said. "But they intend to take over our island. The army of children we get here at night won't be enough."

I nodded, finally understanding his plan. "We're going to get more boys. We'll send the shadow out as well."

The boys cheered, but were quieted by Peter. "Soon we'll have enough for a whole army!" Cheers. "We'll be the most unstoppable force on Neverland!" We all cheered at this. We already were pretty powerful, but with potentially older boys we could be unstoppable.

"What do you say boys?" He roared, gaining yet another whoop of triumph. "Let's play!"

Peter tightened his grip on my hand and the two of us flew off of Neverland. Hands firmly clasped, flying through the air, I thought this is why I was meant to live. For perfect moments like this. We were powerful; just the two of us, crossing the realms.