Hello :) Really short chapter today.. sorry! I just didn't have a lot of time to write yesterday so.. yeah.

And it's a really crappy chapter since it's mostly filler.

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Chapter 20: Shadows Of A Spark

Third Person

Flashback: A day ago

"Let's get down to business, shall we?" Peter said, pulling out a folded parchment. "This is what, or should I say who, I want you to find." He handed it to Hook.

The pirate unfolded the parchment and was surprised at what he saw.

A face of a boy.

A young boy, much younger than Mya, with dark hair and eyes. The drawing was in black and white of course, so he couldn't be certain.

"A boy? Where am I supposed to find a boy?" Hook raised an eyebrow. The chances of finding an ordinary boy in all the lands were very limited.

"That's your problem." Peter shrugged. "If you want to see your daughter again, you'll find him."

And with that, Peter was gone. Leaving Hook with only one thing to do: find the boy. He opened the glass bottle Tinkerbelle had previously given him and let the pixie dust go. They were up and flying in barely no time. Back home.

Present

Peter left the tree trunk, and attempted to leave everything that happened there as well, as he followed Felix to where his shadow was. "Leave us." He told the Lost Boy as they reached the shadow.

"I see you haven't succeeded." Peter commented once Felix had left.

"The boy isn't alive yet." The shadow's voice was just as you would expect a shadow to sound. A deep, distant, echo.

Peter scowled. "And when will he be born?" The shadow didn't reply. "Fine then. I want you to bring me every single one of his ancestors alive." He ordered. The shadow did as it was told and flew away.

Peter was pretty annoyed at the news that the boy wasn't alive yet. The seer had sworn he was the one who's heart Pan needed to survive. And the sooner he got it, the better. Knowing the boy's ancestors would make it easier to track the boy once he was born.

Sending both Hook and his shadow to find the boy was just for security. He was certain that his shadow would have returned first. And it did.

He now knew Hook would probably never return. By the time the boy was born, who knows how many years might pass in the other lands. The pirate certainly wouldn't be alive to find him.

A spark of joy flickered inside him. Never having the pirate return also meant never having Mya leave.

But the spark died soon, or more likely, Peter dried it out.

He didn't care about the girl. He didn't care about anybody but himself.

He had been willing to kill her to save his own life less than two days ago. That had to be enough to prove she meant nothing to him.

Truth was, Peter had ben trying to convince himself that she meant nothing to him for a long time. He took the wooden anchor he had carved out of his pocket.

He still remembered the day he made it. It was the day after Mya had been attacked by mermaids.

He recalled entering the tree trunk to wake her up the next morning, but when he saw her sleeping she looked so peacefully he refused to awaken her.

So he had sat down in front of the hammock and started to carve something out of a block of wood.

He enjoyed carving. It was one of the things he liked doing when he had nothing else to attend to.

An anchor.

That's what he carved.

He hadn't even really thought about what he was going to create, it just sort of happened.

He carved objects as he went, without programming what they were going to be.

He wasn't sure why he had carved an anchor, or what if meant.

As he fiddled with it, he saw the letter W inscribed in the back of the carving.

He turned it around. It now looked like an M.

Mya's P.O.V

My brain was still processing everything that happened in this room. I went through it over and over again.

"I'm sorry too."

What did that mean? What was he sorry for?

The food fight? Getting eggs in my hair? Maybe it was for snapping at me when he saw the carving in my possession. Perhaps he had come to his senses and realized he was sorry for not letting me leave, kidnapping me.

There were infinite things he could have been sorry for.

The one thing I was worried about was that what he was apologizing for might not have happened yet.

I left the tree trunk since my head couldn't take it anymore; everything in that room just reminded me of what had just happened.

Recalling what Peter had said about the river nearby, I decided to follow his instructions and take my jacket to wash there. In fact, I might as well take a bath there. I hadn't taken one in ages.

I subtly sniffed myself.

Phew, I still didn't smell...

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