𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐀, peter pan

Chapter Fifty-Six

Mara never left Peter Pan's side, she stayed with him all night. They talked at times, Pan talked a lot about Neverland, the Natives, things Mara had never heard of. She'd talk about her past, about the people she met, about her father as well. They laughed sometimes. She would be sitting on the bed, on the floor with Pan, facing each other, she would sat on the table while they both talked. When they finally fell silent, Mara fell asleep on his bed while Pan sat on the edge of the bed. He had gotten up, put a blanket on her and went outside.

The moon was sharp like a curved knife, millions of stars visible in the sky. Peter Pan had been going place to place all over Neverland, from the mountain to Skull Rock, from the beach to the Cove, from the Lagoon to the Hanging Man Tree, gazing at the ocean and awaiting for a sight of any ship. Warm breaths escapes from his mouth and nose when he breathes out but felt no cold despite wearing a half-sleeved tunic with another layer of clothe under.

The boy who wouldn't grow had a lot in his mind. Wondering and worrying. Not only for Neverland, the Lost Boys, the Natives, and the future war. Mostly it was Mara Turner who he thought of, the Lost Girl had truly grew on him, it was unexpected. But there was a part of him that he never should've let her in. All of the adventure she spoke of, the true adventure she had wanted, an adventure where she can smile for, where she'd feel truly free and see the entire world. Neverland was an island and not enough world for her to see. He had brought her into a place where she's to fight for her life soon. How cruel it is of him to do that to her?

Morning arrived and darkness stayed like it has been the past week. The ground crusted and froze like the cold morning in fall seasons. The grass and the green plants were partly covered by frost. The morning cold grows day by day. Could winter be near? Could winter come sooner? It is fall season and near it's passing. But no snow had ever fallen onto Neverland and no snow was mentioned in the prophecy.

Mara woke up, warm in bed, warm in Pan's treehouse, Pan wasn't in the house and she was alone. She pulled off  the blanket, set her feet down on the floor, grabbed her boots and put them on. She walked to the exit and began to climb down the ladder.

A bonfire was in the middle of the camp, recently lit, but Pan wasn't around. Mara was half disappointed that he left her alone. Unable to tell what time it is, wondering if it is morning, still she had to go back to the Lost Boys Camp before they notice her out of her bed. She grabbed a wood from the fire, held it up like a torch then walked into the woods.

The woods were dark, the air was cold, warmth breath escaped through her lips as she walked and the fire kept her warm from the cold. She could barely recognize the trails, where they lead, which of them that leads to the camp. There wasn't really any trail, but Mara could see it, James had told her once that there may be no trails seen but once they used to these grounds, they'll able to see the trails.

Still, Mara wasn't sure where she was going. She'd stop for a moment and listen; only to hear silence, the frogs were part of the silence, so were crickets and the wind blowing through the trees. She was trying to listen to the river or the waterfalls, if she could hear it then she'll know where she is.

"Cold" there was a whisper somewhere. "It's... cold"

Mara did not stop. When James mentioned of the whispers from the dead, it is true what he said about it. Terrifying as it sounds, but they do nothing but whisper, the dead don't attack at all, except to sent chills into Mara's spine and her skin crawls. The whispers were still very haunting.

"Fire... give me... fire" another voice said. "It's cold... girl... very cold"

Mara ignored them and continued walking. If she hears the whispers then she is truly alone.