AN: This does happen to be the final installment of Meant to Live, but everything will be explained/finished in Take the Kid From the Fight, I promise. So be on the look out for that. Thank you to everyone who ever reviewed, favorited, or followed this story, it's been an amazing journey and I feel that I've become a better writer because of it. Thank you all so much and happy reading!
Epilogue
They're not important.
You'll get another one.
There are plenty more Lost Boys. What is the loss of one?
"Stop it!" Pan screamed, shielding himself from the shadow's doubting voices. The nagging was constant now and he lost more memories as the shadow increased it's hold.
Already the first ten years of his life- his actual life, before he achieved near immortality- were fading. He couldn't remember how Milah's voice sounded, or even how big their farm was. But the night that his father left him with Rumple and then the night Rumple left him were clear as day. The pain hadn't dulled much, but did vanish as soon as he thought of Nibs. Thoughts of them calmed the boy, as if the Lost Boy was a vital part of his personality.
30 years. He hadn't heard from them in thirty long years. He had spent all that time knowing they were in the company of pirates and his scaly Crocodile of a brother to boot. Anyone that had a hand in hiding them from his shadow and his sight would have hell to pay. And hell hath no fury like a child scorned. Ruthlessness and heartlessness would just aid him in his task of regaining his special Lost Boy.
After all, Peter thought to himself. What are children but heartless beings?