The smell of the ocean was the first thing she woke to. Blinking, Artemis slowly attempted to stand up and promptly hit her head hard on wood. 'Wait…wood?'
Eyes wide, she trailed her hands against the wood, after the short inspection, she had deduced that she was in a wooden crate. Why she was in a wooden crate, would be an interesting story to explain if anyone were to listen.
The last thing she had been doing was stealing some things to pawn, some people came in and Artemis had thrown her bag filled with the goods to the side and hid in the empty wooden crate. Face palming herself hard, for that stupid panicked move.
Artemis shifted around touching the familiar faithful bow and sheath of arrows. Letting out a sigh of relief that she hadn't flung those aside. Lying on her back (tricky, but not impossible) bringing her legs to her chest, Artemis kicked them upwards attempting to break the box lid.
There was the scuffling of feet and a distant yell, but Artemis couldn't make out the words. A new pair of footsteps sounded, closer and quicker. Artemis hit harder. "See Captain, I told you. Whatever's in there doesn't like it very much." came a male voice.
"Ay, but Pan wants whatever's in that crate. And we shall deliver it." came another male voice, though this one had an accent. An Irish accent. The sound of someone clapping another on the back sounded out. Before Artemis could open her mouth, the door slapped and soon she was left in silence.
After a few hours of attempting to escape, Artemis learned one important life lesson. Arrows are useful, but not for prying wooden crates open. There useless then. The biggest thing she had manged to make was a small hole on the side. 'Pathetic' she thought to herself, before easing off into a restless sleep.
Artemis was soon woken by the crate being clumsily picked up, letting out a small squeal from being tilted. Opening her mouth to let out a few angry screams, before freezing. Looking closer though her pitiful hole, her eyes widened at the outside, go where the docks or civilisation. Instead they were replaced by large lush green trees, the smell of the ocean, but a new smell of the forest. Sand, Grass, the occasional flower, vines, bumpy pathways, stones.
Artemis was not in the Enchanted Forest anymore. Holding onto her bow, with some difficulty she pulled the sheath of arrows onto her back. Heart pounding, she waited.
"Well, isn't this a nice surprise!" Peter said, when he saw Hook approach with his Mr Smee and some other person, that he didn't bother learn the name of. "Pan." Hook greeted, inclining his head to him. A few of the Lost Boys chuckled behind him.
Peter smiled when the two pirates (pitiful excuse for pirates, personally Hook could have done better) sent down his wooden crate.
Smiling he turned to Hook. "Not too much trouble, I hope?" he said lightly. Hook forced a smile on his face. "Not at all. What's in there?" He asked. Peter raised his eyebrow. "Well, I don't believe that's any of your concern." Looking down at the crate, before back at Hook. "Open it."
Artemis's gulped listening to the conversation above. The sound of the wood being pried, made her heart miss a few beats. But she was ready. For whatever was out there. The crate lid loosened. Just as Hook was about to remove the lid.
Artemis roughly pushed it open.
There are very few times, where you can call Peter Pan shocked. This was one of those rare times. Peter Pan was completely and totally stunned. What he had expected to be an important piece of cargo was instead a teenage girl.
The sudden light blinded Artemis for a few seconds. Blinking she looked around at the odd sight in front of her. To her left were two middle aged men with horrified looks. To her right were a large group of teenage boys varying from the ages of 10 and 17 (at most). A dark-brown haired, blue-eyed pirate with a glittering metal hook hand. And a boy either 16 or 17 with light brown hair and bright green eyes.
For a second everyone froze, looking at her, Artemis at them. Artemis's eyes flicked to the boys weapons, the pirates swords and the Green-Eyed boys dagger and sheathed arrows. It was fight or flight situation.
I'm going to give you a hint: Artemis chose flight.
Wasting no time, Artemis; bow in hand turned and fled into the forest. After a few seconds, Peter finally snapped out of his stupor. His eyes landing on Hook. "I ask for a crate and you get me a girl?"
Hook sighed. "Well, to be fair. The girl was in the crate." He replied, his eyes still staring at the crate.
Peter sighed, face palming himself slowly. 'Idiots.'
Artemis heart pounded as she ran thought the forest jungle terrain. Jumping over a root, staggering at her landing. She just continued running. A new sound had recently entered the quiet forest/jungle. The hounding sound of screeches and battle cry's.
They were coming for her, screaming at her aching muscles to go faster. Artemis continued to run. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side as she ran straight of the solid ground and into a cliff.
Letting out a scream of fright, she fell. Artemis had a complicated relationship with heights. She put up with them, when the time arose, but she was not fan of them. And definitely wouldn't jump of a cliff for kicks.
The sound of rushing wind in her ears, the closeness of the ground getting closer every time she blinked. Her harsh breathing sounded much louder. Shutting her eyes, hoping death came quickly and painless.
She waited, waited, waited. Before feeling something soft on her back. 'Wait what?'
Opening her eyes slowly, she was met with a bright blue cloudless sky. Her finger were gingering touching grass, her bow and arrows her set neatly to the side leaning on a rock along with a pair of dark brown boots. Eyes wide, Artemis slowly picked herself up, she eyes still following the boots, looking up she saw the Green-Eyed boy.
Relaxing calmly on the rock, spotting her a wicked smile formed onto his face. Getting up, he walked towards her. Before she could say anything. He leaned forwards blowing some dust into her face.
Instantly Artemis blacked.
Hi, OUAT Fandom! This was bouncing around in my head so...yeah...For now, its gonna be a one or two shot, though I might continue it if there is a an audience of willing readers for it, as always Reviews, Criticism, PMS, ect. I don't mind. Till next time...;)