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Chapter 57 – Unlikely Allies
Peter Pan's POV
Ingrid had officially declared war, as far I'm concerned, and I was going to be the one to fire the first shot. She can belittle me all she wants, as someone who has been a teenager for hundreds of years I was used to people underestimating me, but the moment she touched me and told me that I would not be with Morgan forever, everything changed. She might be bitter and alone, dreaming of having someone to actually love her, but I was not Ingrid; I was the great and powerful Peter Pan, the King of Neverland, the immortal teenager who always gets what he wants. Morgan will be mine; I'll make sure of it. Yesterday, I was okay letting this bitch walk around like she owned this place, but today I was doing everything in my power to show her why it's a bad idea to mess with Peter Pan.
I lay out a mess of spell books and potions on the floor of my treehouse. I knew that if I wanted her out of my hair for good, I'd have to make sure she stayed dead. I wish I had killed her all those years ago when she was just a hopeless, lost soul; barely understanding her powers and lacked the killer instinct she now had because of me. I reach for a bottle of unicorn tears, but just as I reach for it, someone grabs it. I turn around, ready to attack Ingrid, but when I turn around, I see the thief known as Will Scarlet instead.
"You've got some nerve, laddie. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip out your heart and crush it into dust." I threaten the thief.
"You couldn't even if you wanted to, mate. I haven't had a heart in a long time, got it ripped out of me, you see." Will tells me. At first I think this guy's messing with me, but I know the look of a liar, even a really good one, and this guy was telling the truth.
"Why are you here, Scarlet? I have things to do."
"I'm here to help you, and trust me when I say I don't really do this anymore. I once loved a girl named Anastasia, but one day she was taken from me by the Red Queen; I don't wanna see the same thing happen to you."
"Why do you care about my love life? I almost killed you." This guy made no sense; out of everyone in Storybrooke, he chose to help the guy that almost killed him not too long ago, even though with everything that's happened, it feels like months ago.
"Indeed you did. I might not feel love anymore, but I remember what it was like. You and the blonde have something special, and I refuse to watch someone else's love be ripped apart by a queen. You are far from being perfect, mate, but a love like that only comes once in your bloody life, and once you lose her, you'll never wanna feel anything again."
"Thanks, laddie. Anastasia was a lucky girl to have someone like you to look after her. So, do you have any ideas on how to take Ingrid down? I might be powerful, but the Snow Queen possesses a type of magic that I do not have; if we want to kill her, we're gonna have to catch her off-guard and vulnerable."
"I do. Instead of casting some spell or curse, which will drain your magic and leave you an easy target, find out her plan while the lady be monologuing in her ice fortress. But, of course, she'll recognize you from afar looking like that." I look down at my clothes that I've had since I became Peter Pan all those years ago; it has become my signature look and I don't know how I feel about changing it.
"I look fine."
"You're too recognizable in those. This isn't Neverland, Pan. Get your head outta your bloody ass and change your clothes!" He was unfortunately right; if I was to get close enough to Ingrid without her noticing, I'd to blend in with a crowd of nobodies and undesirables, something I obviously know nothing about. How do you even hide a face this good-looking with people like that? Not easily I bet.
"What do people in this land even wear?"
Morgan's POV
"You want me to do magic? Not too long ago I was sneezing fire, which was very uncomfortable in case any of you were wondering. Isn't there literally anyone else with slightly more experience, when it comes to magic, do it instead?" I ask Elsa. Apparently Belle had found some sort of spell that could trap Ingrid, and for some reason, she seemed to think that I was the only one to do it.
"You're the product of true love and hold half the heart of the truest believer. I don't think anyone else is powerful enough to handle this spell." Elsa tells me.
"I'm just learning how to do the supposedly simple spells, and most of the time it results in me blowing something up. How do you expect me to have enough control over the magic I have just discovered to trap the person that has had a hell lot more experience?!"
"Because I believe in you."
"Well I don't. Ask Emma; she at least has a chance."
"Morgan, please, just try." I ignore Elsa, storming out of the library with no intention of going back. When I discovered I had magic, I had thought it would be fun and easy, but they've been quite a hassle instead, sometimes making me wish that I was as powerless as Henry. I take out my phone and call Pan, but for the first time ever, he doesn't answer. That's strange; usually he picks it up on the first ring. I think about how else to spend the day, but I literally have no other ideas besides Pan…maybe I should try making friends. Before I had to resort to that, Mr. Gold calls me, saying that I was needed at the shop.
Emma's POV
"Alright, Queenie, why do you want Morgan and Elsa?" I ask Ingrid, who was handcuffed in the station after I trapped her with my magic. I understood why Morgan didn't want to do it, I really did, but I had this feeling like something was going to go wrong because my magic wasn't powerful enough.
"Because we're perfect for each other." Ingrid replies, not offering up any more information that would clarify what she means by that.
"We might be related, but I want nothing to do with you." Elsa replies.
"I highly doubt that, Elsa. Unlike your sister, Anna, I actually understand you, just like I understand Morgan. We were meant to be together, all of us, and in time you'll realize that as well; it's our destiny to be together."
"I'd rather die than be with you."
"No, you don't. You will be with me, and you'll be happy."
"Enough of this. What do you want?" I ask again. I was tired of whatever mind game she was trying to play with us, Elsa in particular. All I wanted to know was why she was doing all of this, why she was so determined to get Morgan and Elsa all to herself.
"Sorry, Emma, but I can't tell you that. Not yet at least."
Morgan's POV
I was waiting on top of a counter for my grandfather, Mr. Gold, to finally show up because the sooner I started, the sooner I can leave and kill Pan for not picking up my call. Seriously, what could possibly be better than spending time with me?
"Morgan, what have I told you about sitting on the counters?" Mr. Gold's voice rings out, but I didn't really care about smudging the glass or anything else equally unimportant. I just sit there as he comes into the shop with…Henry? Okay, what was he up to? "Morgan, would you mind getting down now?" I roll my eyes, but do as he says. "Henry will now be working with you, but that does not mean you can slack off."
"Of course not." I reply, but I was totally going to do just that; with the magic I actually know how to use and Henry working here, I'll barely have to lift a finger. I know Henry was here to find out what Mr. Gold knew about the author, and I intended on using that as leverage in order to get him to do whatever I want.
Peter Pan's POV
I look at this mirror the Snow Queen had apparently left in the clock tower with Neal and Will Scarlet. We were on our way to go shopping, but decided to check it out when we found out that Ingrid planted it right before getting captured by Emma. Something wasn't settling right with me; she's been a step ahead of the so-called heroes for a while now, so how did Emma of all people catch someone so powerful?
"Hey, stop looking at it! Belle said when she looked through it, she saw her worse self. You are already dark and twisted, we don't need the mirror to make you worse." Neal tells me. I know that I did trap him on Neverland for hundreds of years and almost killed his kids in order to become immortal, but I'm not that twisted; I prefer the term devious.
"Well, Baelfire, I'm feeling no darker than before. I'm just taking in how devilishly handsome I am, though that's not really a surprise." I reply.
"Nothing at all?" Will touches the rim of the mirror, and barely a second after he touches it, the frame and mirror disintegrate as if it had never been there at all.
"Bloody hell." Will exclaims.
"The mirror's not real. And if this isn't real, it was just a diversion. Ingrid didn't get apprehended by Emma, she let herself get caught."
"And if she wanted to get caught, then Emma's in trouble." Neal realizes. Personally, I think this would be the perfect time to burn off the flesh of her face, and I still have enough evil in me to not care that I'm killing a person. "Pan, no. I know what you're thinking, and while Ingrid's done a lot of bad, killing her is not the solution. You've come so far to do this. I still don't know why the hell I care what you do, but you'll throw everything away if you kill her."
"Not everyone can be saved, Baelfire. She deserves to die millions of times in the most excruciating way possible. I'm no hero, Bae, I'm just the guy willing to do what's possible to protect the girl I love."
"You're not the bad guy anymore. The moment you risked your life to save her, you proved that. People don't trust you because murder is your go to plan, which leaves them wondering if you're really done being the villain." I teleport myself out of the clock tower before Baelfire can give me any more sappy advice. What did he know? I was just doing what was necessary, even if his small mind couldn't understand that. I might be done destroying lives whenever I got the chance, but I was not afraid to get villainous on her to save Morgan. She knew that I would never be a hero when we started this relationship, and she won't care if I kill the Snow Queen to protect her.
Will Scarlet's POV
I went to Granny's for a drink after Pan disappeared so he can try to kill the very person he's admitted is more powerful than him. I don't why I'm even bothering helping him, but he is a decent person to have on my side; he's the kind of person you do not want to have plotting against you and the best kind of person to owe you a favor. I notice Robin in Granny's playing darts, so I immediately try to leave before he sees me, but a dart hitting the door tells me pretty clearly that Robin's seen me. Bloody hell.
"I can explain." I try to tell him, thinking of the moment that led to the end of the sweet friendship of me and Robin. He motions me over towards the bar, and I sat next to him, knowing that I can't run from him forever.
"No need." Robin replies simply.
"I really want to make amends, you know, for what I did to you and the Merry Men in the Sherwood forest."
"You nearly got us all killed."
"Nearly. Surely that's worth something."
"Because of a woman. And where is she now?"
"I chose my path. Sometimes even when you win, you lose. I guess me and Anastasia just weren't to be. Won't make that mistake again. Besides, more time for me to enjoy the finest ale this world has to offer."
"Did I ever tell you how I met Marian?"
"Only about three dozen times."
"I stole her father's horse—"
"Three dozen and one."
"I was just a lowly thief in those days. I didn't even need it. Already had two horses back at camp, but I still took it. And do you know what happened next?"
"You woke up that night with an arrow pointed at your head."
"She told me that her family were poor farmers and what little they had was held together by that prized steed. I didn't say anything as she rode off that night, but the next day—"
"You returned to her cottage with your own two horses as a gift to her family. And from that day forward, you were no longer a lowly thief that only stole for himself, you only stole for the rich and gave to the poor."
"I know this tale isn't your favorite, Will, but it is mine. Marian made me the man who I am today and I have to remember that."
"It wasn't easy for her, you know; living as an outlaw. I asked her once why she gave up everything to be with you. Do you know what she told me?"
"What?"
"She said there's good in him, Will. And when you see the good in someone, you don't give up on them…especially if they don't see it themselves. And if you're lucky enough to find true love, you fight for it every day. You know, she kind of reminds me of Pan. People see nothing but darkness inside of him, but everything he's done has been to protect the one he loves, no matter what it costs."
"You believe him?"
"I believe love when I see it, Robin. They might believe that there's nothing inside of him besides a demon, but the way Morgan looks at him is the same as the way Marian used to look at you. We might be talking 'bout Peter Pan, but there is good in him."
"What about you, Will? After everything you did for love? Was it worth it?"
"Mate, if you find someone you love enough to ruin your entire life for, it's always worth it. If I had the chance to change things, I'd do nothing different."
Morgan's POV
I stare down at my phone as Henry does all the cleaning, and I do mean all the cleaning. I've called Pan three times and texted him thirteen times today, yet literally no response from him all freaking day. If Felix was still alive, I'd totally make out with him just to make Pan jealous, but he was dead and there was no way in hell making out with the decaying corpse of Pan's former best friend. Peter Pan might say he's not afraid of anything, but let's see if he still stands by that when I get my hands on him…
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