𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐀, peter pan

Chapter Fifty-Five

Mara couldn't sleep at all for an unknown reason, the boys in her tent were snoring and asleep. She had laid on her hammock for a long time and staring above. When she heard footsteps coming into the camp, she knew it was Pan, she needed to see him and talk to him. So she got on her feet, put her shoes on then quietly left the tent.

It was chilly as fall season outside, Mara had to wear her cloak to keep warm and sit by the fire. Pan was sitting on his usual spot by the fire and she went to join him. "I think the boys missed you today" she wrapped her cloak around herself and sat down beside him. "Where've you been?"

Pan merely shrugged, "My place, resting"

"You've been taking a lot of rests these days" she noticed, it is unusual to know that Pan has been sleeping a lot, like every two days like a normal person, "does it have to do with the sun?"

He shrugged again. "I'm still a person, you know? I sleep a lot like you"

Mara shook her head, not believing him, "Not since the nightmares began or the sun stopped rising" she gave a despondent sigh, "whatever it is you have, that makes you all powerful, that makes you not sleep every day, it's all slipping away, isn't it? If you're dying, then your magic is too"

"Can't say you're wrong" Pan murmured.

Things in Neverland are slowly falling apart, everyone is beginning to lose faith and hope. Mara seems to be the only person who's been keeping her hopes up.

Mara noticed his hand, a white cloth wrapped around his hand and red smears. It looked recent, "What happened there?" She motioned at his hand.

"Just a little cut"

She knew it wasn't just a little cut, so she grabbed his wrist and pulled to get a close look. Pan let out a peevish sigh as Mara slowly unwrapped the cloth. His hand twitched when she pulled the rag off and revealed a gash. Mara scoffed, "Yeah, just a little cut for sure" She got up and went back into her tent to get her med kit.

"I'm sure it'll be fine" Pan said when Mara came back with her pouch.

"Can you heal it?" She looked at him and he looked at her in the eyes. She gave a stern look as she awaited his answer. If he's dying, so is his magic, his magic is growing weak perhaps, he can't heal himself and doesn't have enough magic to do so. Mara pulled out of the necklace from under her collar and showing him the vial of pixie dust. "Is this not enough?"

"I'm not going to use that, it's yours, you have to save it for something else" he insisted.

"Well, stitches it is" Mara grabbed her pouch and pulled out a needle and a thread. "Ever had em'"

"Been a long time"

She cleaned the wound first, Pan's hand kept twitching time to time while she was stitching the gash closed. "How much time do we have left until Blackbeard comes?"

Pan didn't respond for a moment. "He could come any time... any moment. Won't know until he's arrived like how I knew you and Hook came before you reached Neverland's sea"

"So all we have to do is defeat him or get the heart and bring it back to it's home then everything's back to normal"

"You can say that"

Mara was curious about something, about the prophecies, about her, about how she was the first sign. "You all said that I was the first sign, the first Lost Girl, then the nightmares and the sun. How did you all figure out the prophecies? Was there some sort of a witch or a wizard who told you?"

Pan softly chuckled, "No... it was the Natives. I don't know how they did it but after Bishop left. They figured it out, I assumed they used a bit of Dreamgiver to see the future and that's how they knew about you, the nightmares and the sun"