𝙁𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 [𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙣]

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Control
Flashback
Neverland
(Day 4)

I awoke from my slumber in a small cot next to Killian. Don't be dirty. Nothing interesting happened.

He had realized that he gave me a little bit too much to drink, so he let me sleep at his place.

It was rather convenient because he fed me and made sure that I stayed alive and well.

After finding out I had the necessities to kill the Dark One, Killian and I came up with a plan to get back to the enchanted forest.

I had to lore Pan in and get him to hand over the bean...or just steal it from him. Either one worked.

And if one of us had to stay, Killian would. He said it himself. He knew I had more willpower than he ever could. He also knew about my magic powers...another thing he doesn't have.

In other words, he knew I was stronger than him. Both physically and mentally.

I got up from the bed and walked over to the door.

"Where are you going?" Killian's raspy voice rang out.

"To the treehouse," I smiled at him, "Pan is bound to find me, so I can't stay here and blow our cover."

He nodded and sat up, "be careful. Come back and update me tonight."

I nod and smile, then I'm out the door and off the ship.

I made my way back to the tree house to see the door was already opened. I grab my sword from my waist and aim it as I walk up the steps.

I could hear things being thrown around the room as I got closer to the door.

A familiar green-eyed boy stood in the room, rummaging through books and bed sheets.

I sigh and put the sword away, "really Pan?"

He turns to me and his eyes go soft for a millisecond.

"Where were you?" He asked as he walked up to me.

I roll my eyes and walk around him to clean up his mess, "food."

"That's not what I meant," he said as he started picking up the things too, "I meant after you went power crazy."

"I came here."

"Okay. But what did you do to the fairy?" He asked.

I stopped picking things up and I just looked at him with a blank expression.

"Luna." His voice warned.

I sigh and begin to pick things up again, "she had an attitude."