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Chapter 5: Lost Girl

For a moment I thought he wasn't going to tell me. He wasn't saying anything. But after a while, he finally spoke. "When my parents died, I was fourteen," I immediately felt a plunge of guilt for him, and had to remind myself he had kidnapped me, though he claimed otherwise. "I was sent to live with two old spinsters. They made me spin all day, and I barely had any time to sleep at night. When I did, I would dream of leaving that land. I would dream I was in a place where there were no grown-ups, where children could do anything they pleased, where there were no rules, where I would never have to grow up. Where the impossible was possible."

"Neverland." I realized. He turned to me, eyebrow raised. "Sorry, go on." I apologized, gesturing for him to continue.

"One day, my dreams became reality." He continued, "my belief created this place, created Neverland." I waited for him to continue, but he didn't. It didn't seem as though his story was complete, but I wouldn't bother to ask.

"So, what does this tree have to do with anything?" I patted the old tree.

"This tree, contains the pixie dust that tied me to the island. Keeping me a boy forever."

"So you never age because the island never ages." I thought out loud.

He nodded. "Time stands still in Neverland."

I hadn't thought about what that meant until now. Everything became much clearer. "That's why my father came here. So he would never age and have all the necessary time to plan his revenge."

His face changed, almost as if he pitied me. "I'm afraid so."

Suddenly a horrible possibility ran through my brain. "If he would go through all that trouble for revenge… he might have traded me for it too." My voice trembled, I didn't want to believe it, but it made sense. My father and I, we were never that close. Not since my mother died. So if he really cared about revenge more than he cared about me, what would stop him from making this deal?

Peter didn't say anything. He just looked at me like I was a broken toy that needed to be fixed.

"Why did you bring me up here?" I asked, finally.

"To show you who you really are." He replied, without looking at me.

Not this again. "I told you, I'm not-"

"But you are." Now he turned to look at me. "You and I are the same, Mya."

"Really? 'Cause last time I checked, I didn't go around kidnapping people!" I exclaimed. "Deal or not." I honestly hoped it was 'no deal'.

"Yes you are." He insisted. "We've both lost people who we care about, we've both been abandoned-"

"That doesn't prove anything. It doesn't mean we're the same." There was no point in denying that I had lost people I loved, and maybe I had been abandoned by my father, and maybe I kind of liked the idea of never growing up and being able to do anything I wanted, no rules. But that didn't mean I was like Peter… right?

"Yes, it does. Just admit it: you're a lost girl. You belong here." His tone of voice had changed during our conversation and now it became lower. Eviler.

I shook my head, not wanting to admit it. "No." Was all I said, before running through the forest, away from Peter.

I knew it was stupid. I knew he had magic and could probably find me in no time. But I had to get away. I wanted to find my father. Confront him. Leave this island with him.

Because as much as I refused to admit it: I was scared. I knew if I stayed any longer, I might give in. Give in to being a lost girl and staying here forever. And since I would never grow old, forever would be an awfully long time.

I ran until my legs couldn't take it any more. I let them relax by sitting down on the ground.

As my heartbeat started to decelerate, I could hear the sound of waves splashing against rocks. The sea! With all the strength I had left I kept walking forwards, guided by the sound that the waves provoked. Once reached the beach, which was mostly huge rocks surrounding the ocean with only a small space filled with white sand, I sighed. There was no ship in sight. The Jolly Roger wasn't here. Which meant my father wasn't here. I was sure he was still on the island, but he might have been on the other side of the island.

Before I could sit down on a comfortable-looking rock, I heard a noise coming from the water behind it. I slowly climbed on top of it, peeking over. I was absolutely startled to see a girl swimming it the ocean underneath. She was really pretty; with long, blonde hair and enchanting blue eyes. She was smiling at me.

"Ehm... hi." I said awkwardly, smiling back.

"Hello, why don't you come for a swim?" She asked sweetly, gesturing for me to jump down. "The water is delightful."

"Maybe later." As much as I was dying to take a bath, I was more interested in finding my father before Peter found me. "Have you by any chance seen a boat pass by here? It's red, big, captained by a one-handed pirate. Kinda hard to miss." I asked, hopefully.

"No, sorry." She didn't look sorry. "Come down for a swim." She repeated, this time her hand grabbed my ankle.

"I'm not really in the mood-" I struggled to free myself from her grip, which was slowly tightening.

"Yes. You are." Her darkened and I was taken by surprise when she pulled onto my ankle, causing me to fall from the rock. It was only then that I saw a fish tail flopping behind her.

"Mermaid." I snarled, as I fell into the water. She was right, the temperature was delightful, but I was about to become fish bait, which made me shiver anyways. I tried to swim towards the rock, my hands reaching out for it, but the mermaid still gripped my ankle, pulling me into the water. I managed to take a deep breath before being pulled underwater.

My eyes burnt when I opened them, but I had no choice. I saw the blurry figure of the bitch-fish (why are they not called like that?) pulling me deeper and deeper into the ocean. I knew she was going to drown me. That was what they did, at least what my father told me. It was then that I remembered I had a dagger in my belt, excellent timing, why couldn't I have remembered when I was still able to breathe? I felt the oxygen running out in my lungs. I took the dagger from my belt and bent down. I couldn't see clearly with the salt water burning my eyes, but I saw enough. With one sloppy motion I slashed the weapon against the bitch-fish's hand. It let go. I took the opportunity to swim towards safety. I could see the sky, but it was too far. Much to far. I found myself unable to breathe any longer. My vision completely darkened as I sunk into the deep abyss.

Third Person

"She's down there." Felix informed Peter as he strode towards them.

"And you didn't even try to save her?" He asked, astounded. He had given Felix one simple task: to find Mya and bring her back. And he couldn't even do that without having her drown. Felix looked too ashamed to answer him, but it didn't matter at the moment, he would deal with him later. Right now, he had to save Mya. He climbed onto a rock and jumped into the water. He saw her immediately, floating towards the bottom of the ocean, motionless. Peter prayed he wasn't too late. He swam down and pulled her into his arms, then flew back up. He emerged from the water and placed her on the ground, the lost boys circled around her, including Felix.

Peter placed his hand close to her neck, feeling her pulse. She wasn't breathing. He cursed under his breath. What had she been thinking? Diving into Mermaid Lagoon was dangerous. Why had she been so foolish?

He placed his hand against her heart and pushed, hoping to revive it. It was no use. Her pulse didn't come back.

"Is she going to die?" One of the younger boys asked, concerned.

"No, she's going to be fine." Peter replied, as he used his fingers to tap Mya's nose, the other hand still on her heart. He leaned in, pressing his lips onto hers, and blew, sending her the necessary air. He quickly pulled away, and pushed his hand down on her heart once more. This time, she reacted, chocking water out of her mouth.

Mya's P.O.V

I gasped, opening my eyes. "W-what happened?" I stuttered, looking around, well more like looking up since I was lying on the ground, soaking wet, and surrounded by lost boys. Peter was leaning down on top of me, looking relieved.

"You drowned." Peter replied, his relieved face turning into a smirk. "And I saved you."

I frowned. Then recalled my encounter with the bitch-fish. "I hate mermaids." I spat, trying to stand up. Peter stood up before me, lending me his hand. This time, I took it. It was better than falling down on my butt. Which I knew I would have had I not taken it. "Thank you." I told him.

"For helping you up or saving your life?" He asked cockily.

"Both." I wasn't in the mood for a snarky comment, besides, if it weren't for him, I would be dead.

He looked surprised by my serious answer, but shrugged it off. "Well I couldn't let our only lost girl drown, could I?"

I rolled my eyes, and tried to take a step forward, but somehow my legs had turned into jelly and I fell back, two strong arms caught me just in time. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Peter. "I don't suppose you could give me a piggy back ride?" I asked, turning slightly to give him my best puppy eyes.

"Only if you say it." He whispered in my ear.

"Say what?" I pretended to be oblivious.

"Who you really are."

I gulped. "I am..." I started, pausing, "a lost girl." I finished reluctantly.

Even though I couldn't see Peters face, I practically felt him smirking. He knew he had won. He placed an arm around my back and the other around my legs, and pulled me up into his arms, my clothes dripping water as he walked.

"Hey- you said piggy back." I complained.

"Actually you did. Consider yourself lucky I'm bothering to carry you in the first place." He said, and I rolled my eyes at him, luckily he couldn't see. I rested my head on shoulder and somehow fell asleep. Believe it or not, an almost-drowning experience was really exhausting.

Third Person

"Mr. Smee you might want to pick up the pace, it will do our journey and your physique some good." Hook commented as Smee tried his best to keep up with him. They were in the middle of the jungle

"Sorry, captain." Smee apologized, stopping to look around. "It's just this place gives me the creeps." Hook rolled his eyes at him and started to keep moving but Smee stopped him. "Don't you think we should head back to the ship?"

"Not until I find my daughter." Hook replied, and turned away, walking forwards. But a noise made him stop again. He turned to see Mr. Smee had been knocked out. "Smee?" He asked cautiously. Before he could walk over to him a knife was pointed at his throat.

"Aren't you a little old to be a lost boy?" A feminine voice asked.

"I'm not part of Pan's brigade and I can assure you I am anything but a boy." Hook said, turning to see his attacker was a blonde girl who was dressed oddly.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" She asked, holding the blade closer to his throat.

"I'm the captain of the Jolly Roger and I'm here looking," He flinched, the girl had moved the knife closer, "for my daughter." He finished.

"Your daughter?" She asked, taken aback.

"Aye, she's been taken by Pan. I'm looking for his camp. You don't happen to know where it is, do you?"

"No." She said, but Hook could tell she was lying.

"Well I don't buy that for a second." He turned around so he faced her. Clearly, she wasn't expecting such a sudden move, but kept her knife pointed at him. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a fairy."

"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a pirate." She retorted.

"Fairies have magic. Can you use that to find the camp?" He asked.

"Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of magic." She said, "but even if I weren't, why would I help you?" She let the knife slide over his throat, as if to show him she had the power to kill him in a heartbeat.

He digested the sassy comment he was about to say and replaced it with the truth. "Isn't that what you fairies do? Help people?" She didn't flinch. "Well I need help. My daughter has been taken from me. She's all I have left."

The fairy slowly removed the knife she held at his throat. "I don't have magic." She confessed, "but I know where Pan's camp is."

Relief washed over Hook's face. "So you'll help me?"

"Yes." She answered. "You might want to wake your friend up," she referred to Mr. Smee, "I can help you find the camp, but getting in without being caught won't be easy. And I cannot help you with that."

Hook was barely listening. He still couldn't believe he had found a way to get his daughter back. "Thank you-" He paused, waiting for her fairy to fill in her name.

"Tinkerbelle." She replied.

"Tinkerbelle." He repeated.

Hook woke up Mr. Smee and they both followed Tink through the forest. Soon Hook would be reunited with his daughter.

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