Bebelle caught up with the Lost Boys and immediately hurried to join Peter's side.
"The saviour has figured out the map."
"I knew she would."
Bebelle started walking off in one direction, only to be grabbed by the wrist and spun around towards another by Peter. Seeing the confusion on her face he explained.
"This way we're moving camp."
"Gee thanks for the heads up."
She muttered, grumbling under her breath as she straightened her twisted skirts.
"Aren't you supposed to be psychic?"
"Magic yes, Psychic no, well at least not yet anyways."
Peter let out a laugh and slung his arm around Bebelle leading her to the camp.
When they got there Bebelle looked for the corner of the camp that was designated for her rmagic use. The tree branches held a variety of amulets and crystals in all different sizes, shapes and colours which were all spelled with different enchantments. The faint glowing light of the candles reflected from the different surfaces created a disco of coloured light in the corner of camp and it did indeed look magical. Squealing in delight she hugged Peter, sloppily slinging her arms around him in excitement before she raced to the corner of the camp looking through everything that was there. Peter had managed to find her blank pieces of parchment in replacement of the ones she had already filled with her sketches from around the island. Picking out her spell book she curled up in her space and began reading up on spells she had not yet attempted.
After some time she decided to go see what the boys were doing and found them playing games with daggers. She walked through the group of boys to find Peter, shaking her head at them disapprovingly.
"Don't come crying to me if you lose a finger, or a hand, or an eye or-"
"We get the point, playing with knives is dangerous, that's why little girls are not allowed to play with them."
Felix tugged the ribbon in her hair, pulling her braid and she slapped his hand away, jutting out her bottom lip in annoyance before swiping up the daggers.
Not looking at the target that was inked on one of the trees, she threw the daggers one after another hitting the centre point every time. The Lost Boys cheered her on and she smiled at Felix smugly.
"I'm sorry you were saying?"
"Nice shot dolly."
Turning her back on Felix she turned to the voice seeing Peter stood by a neighbouring tree, seemingly impressed with her previous display. Flashing him a sweet smile she skipped off picking up a piece of fruit then perched down on a log bench. Looking around the camp she saw Henry sleeping peacefully. It didn't last long though as Peter woke him rather brutishly.
"Wake up."
Joining Peter she scolded him and he rolled his eyes tossing an apple at Henry.
"Catch."
The apple rolled to Henry's side and he looked at it as if it was a bomb.
"I don't like apples."
Peter scrunched up his face walking closer to Henry.
"Who doesn't like apples?"
"I don't."
Bebelle quipped, raising her hand and baring her teeth in a cheeky smile. Peter rolled his eyes again, giving her an unamused look.
"You don't like anything."
Bebelle lifted her chin up pouting.
"Not my fault I have a very specific diet."
Peter allowed himself a small smile and Bebelle let out a giggle. Turning his attention back to Henry he waited for an answer.
"It's a family thing."
Peter chuckled darkly and crouched down beside Henry.
"Well don't worry, they're not for eating, its for a kind of game, a really fun game, I call it target practice."
Peter pointed the crossbow he had in his hand at Henry; and Bebelle felt pity for the young boy after sensing the waves of fear and uneasiness rolling off him. Putting a hand on Peter's shoulder she spoke to him in a warning tone.
"Peter you're scaring him."
Peter rose from his feet and smiled at Bebelle in an attempt to appease her.
"I'm just having a bit off fun."
Peter moved away from Henry and motioned for one of his Lost Boys to bring him a small vial of something. Bebelle tried her best to ignore the boys and headed to her corner of the camp picking up a paint brush. Keeping a protective eye on Henry she began painting strokes onto the parchment whilst she listened to them.
"What's that?"
"Dreamshade, it's a nasty poison, I read this story about a man who shot an apple off his son's head with an arrow, let's find out if it's possible."
Bebelle glowered sending a warning breeze toward Peter which he picked up on sending her a wink when she briefly turned her gaze to them.
"If, you're shooting at the apple what's the poison for?"
Peter shrugged.
"Motivation not to miss?"
He offered and Henry gulped.
"Felix, get over here!"
"I-is Felix good, is his aim good?"
"Doesn't matter, you're the one shooting."
"But I, I don't want to shoot."
Peter ignored him and the group began chanting ushering Henry on.
"Shoot Shoot Shoot Shoot!"
"You won't hit him, trust yourself go on, it's exhilarating."
Bebelle heard the arrow being released and feeling the direction it was going to immediately stopped it. Peering around her painting she saw the arrow inches from Peter's heart. He grabbed the arrow and Bebelle released it from her mind's grasp. Joining the boys she took the crossbow and the arrow from them and placed them on one of the wooden tables.
"I think that's enough for one day." She said, her tone sending the rest of the Lost Boys scattering.
"Awhh but it was just starting to get fun."
Peter turned to Henry smirking.
"Told you it was exhilarating."
Henry still looked terrified which seemed to amuse Peter.
"Come on, I have something to show you."
Peter headed off and Henry obediently followed.
Bebelle began walking off in another direction and Felix called to her causing her to pause momentarily.
"You off somewhere Dolly?"
"I'm bored, you're all busy doing stuff so i'm going to amuse myself and check up on our weary travellers."
"Pan's letting you go alone?"
Bebelle narrowed her eyes.
"Peter doesn't have to okay everything I do you know."
Leaping into the trees she left Felix and followed her instincts to find the group. She caught the Prince on his own and spotted the festering wound on his side she pursed her lips.
"That looks nasty."
The Prince jumped and aimed his sword at her ready to either defend or attack.
"What does Mary Margaret think about your fatal wounds?"
The Prince refused to respond and she cocked her head to the side as if reading him.
"You haven't told her, how do you think she'll feel when she finds you dead?"
Bebelle lowered the sword with her mind and stepped closer to him.
"You know, I can help you if you want, all it takes is the click of my fingers and I can make it go away." She said emphasizing her words with a fingersnap that produced orange sparks.
David shook his head.
"I don't want anything from you, all magic comes with a price."
Bebelle shrugged.
"I'll do it free of charge, think of it as a blessing."
When The prince remained silent she sighed, but then she understood his reluctance, she hadn't exactly made the best of impressions when she had wrapped up the evil queen against a tree.
"Fine. Have it your way, but don't say I didn't try to help you."
Bebelle moved on to watching Hook and Emma, catching them in the midst of a heart to heart.
"That girl Bebelle, she means something to you, I saw it in your eyes when you first saw her."
"I told you it's complicated."
Hooks voice was strained, and he refused to look at Emma.
"Well i'm the poster child for complicated, spill."
Inevitably he let out a sigh in defeat, knowing Emma wouldn't let it go.
"Bebelle is-was my adoptive sister, but she was family none of the less..."
Emma's mouth gaped open in surprise and Hook continued his tale.
"My brother and I found her abandoned by a stream when she was a baby. We were children ourselves then, so when a woman in the woods approached us and said if we were to take her home to our parents and keep her safe,she'd bring us great fortune, of course we did. It took our father some convincing but our mother had always wanted a daughter so in the end our parents decided to raise her."
Hook trailed off with a reminiscent sigh, thinking back to the day Bebelle had been found and the years he had been her brother, looking after his mischievous little sister.
"What happened?" Emma inquired, wondering what went wrong for them to part ways.
"We always knew there was something different about her, there were odd happenings that couldn't be explained and it only got worse the more she aged. My mother and father tried to get her to hide her powers so the townspeople wouldn't find out by keeping her indoors but she liked to roam. She snuck out one day and lost her temper with someone in the market which exposed her magic to the townspeople, our parents didn't want any association with magic to affect their reputation with the town so they disowned her," Hook explained, casting his head downwards shamefully.
"Maybe if I had stopped them, if I had done something she wouldn't have ended up here with that monster."
Emma patted Hooks' knee sympathetically at the guilt lacing his tone, giving a reassuring squeeze.
Having heard and seen enough Bebelle clapped her hands mockingly, stepping around the tree in front of her to enter Hook and Emma's view.
"Bravo Captain, excellent performance. You almost had me believing the sincerity there, but then i've learnt my lesson to not trust a pirate."
Her lips curled up in disgust as the last words left her mouth.
"Then why did you help us, give us that clue to look for Tinkerbell?"
Bebelle let out a snort.
"You think I did that for you? I did that for Henry."
"Why? Why go against Pan?"
Bebelle's lip curved into a smirk.
"Who said I was going against him? I was just making the game more can't beat him anyway, by the time you've even started to consider what your next move will be he's already 10 steps ahead with checkmate insight."
"But with you on our side we can get to Henry."
She laughed at the persuasive hint in Hook's voice, the pleading look in his eyes making her shake her head.
"You can stop trying to convince yourself that i'm on your side, you know fine well from the last time you came to Neverland who's side i'm on, who's side I chose."
Hook walked over to Bebelle looking down at the small girl.
"He's blinded you, you don't see it, he doesn't care, all he cares about is your magic."
Hook seemed to be hitting a nerve as Bebelle's hair began to curl and uncurl itself, like snakes writhing and interlocking with each other.
"Stop." Bebelle said, her voice laced with a warning, but the Pirate continued to goad her.
"Without your magic, you'll be nothing to him. All he sees you as is a weapon, a toy he can use to play his games with-"
"I said stop!" The command brought a sudden deafness to the island as the sky blackened, and then thunder rumbled loudly tearing open a hole in the sky to release a bitter cold ricochet of rain.
Emma and Hook were soaked to the bone in a matter of seconds, though Bebelle who was untouched still shivered, her hands fisting the silk of her dress so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Emma tried to pull herself up to her feet in preparation to fight, but Bebelle's winds wouldn't allow her to, pushing the blonde back down every time she planted the soles of her feet firmly down on the ground.
But the brunt of Bebelles anger was focused on Hook, who was tossed in turn between the gnarled outstretched hands of the surrounding trees before he was discarded by the ground at Bebelle's feet, bloodied and with his breath stole from him.
Bebelle's eyes held a dangerous glow, showing she was losing what little control remained.
Shouting and a rush of feet trampling through the bushes brought Bebelle back to herself as the rest of Henry's family rushed into the clearing, flocking to Emma's side hurriedly to help her up from the ground and check for damage.
Warily they watched Bebelle, as Hook let out a pained groan, gripping their weapons as Bebelle let go of her skirts. She turned on her heel, looking over her shoulder with a sneer before she left.
"I should kill you. I should kill all of you."