~ Pan
Everything appears to be going to plan. Henry is here, which means that soon he can 'save magic' - or really, save me. He has no idea. Neither do any of his family of idiots. Well, maybe, apart from Emma, she seems to have her head screwed on properly. She's the only one who has a realistic perspective on everything and doesn't have her head in the clouds. Her, and Davina. That's someone I haven't seen for a long time. I know she's on the island, and she's either avoiding me, or waiting for the perfect moment to announce her presence. I have no idea what she's doing, but I know there were disturbances in the Echo Caves, Dark Hollow, and Skull Rock and I can guarantee that it's Davina's doing. I don't know what she's up to, but if there are any more disturbances, then I'll have to knock her out myself and bring her to camp. I need that map. But I'm also extremely intrigued by this third prophecy. How is she, of all people, going to affect my life? She's just a Lost Pirate Girl who got me the map that I need to complete the last part of my plan, right after that, Henry is of no use to me. I walk out of the tree house to the camp, where Henry sits in the corner, ignoring us all, and where the Lost Boys are building a fire. I call Felix over, and he jumps up from his seat and walks over to me.
"Felix, what did you find out about the disturbances?" I whisper.
"The Shadows wouldn't talk, but when I got to the Echo Caves, it looked like someone had been there. There were...bootprints all over the place."
"And Skull Rock?"
"Nothing I can tell you. It seems like something you'll have to do yourself."
"Fine. I'll do it later."
"Are we still gonna get Henry to play the game later?" Felix asks, looking over to him.
"Of course. We can't let our new guest miss out on our games. It's rude," I say, smiling.
"I'll go and get the dreamshade."
Felix takes two of the others with him before wandering off into the forest to collect more dreamshade. I leave Ricky temporarily in charge, before either Felix or I return. I need to go and investigate what trouble Davina's been causing. Before leaving, I check on Henry, who has moved to lie on the ground, probably sleeping, and I make my way to Skull Rock.
~ Davina
It would have been a good idea to stall time and check what waits in the water below, and any other possible exits, but I suppose it runs in the family for having a dramatic flare. As I soar down, I see the rocks rushing towards me. I think that this could very well be the end of me, but as I near the water, I see that luck is on my side and that I'm heading into a deeper area. I welcome the mixture of warm and cold water as it engulfs me, plummeting down into the depths until I slow to a stop. When I know that I'm not going to go any further, I open my eyes and I can see surprisingly clearly so deep down. But, I suppose, that's one of the gifts of magic. Magical waters and magical powers. I can see the vibrant coral, the miles of sea bed, glittering shells and colourful fish. I look up, and see the rays of sun shining through, making the waters sparkle and glisten. I could stay down here forever, but I have things to do and certain people to see. I push myself up to the surface, the sun warming my skin instantly. I swim to shore, the tide aiding in pushing me forward. When I'm finally on land, I remember the map in my inside pocket. I hurriedly take it out, but of course, it's dry. I should have expected as much. This bloody magical map...I need to be rid of it. I think it's time for Pan to be graced with my company.
- - -
I've been searching for Pan for hours. I'm sure that it's going to be night soon. It would be easier if I didn't have to avoid my own family. I'm still debating whether to see him after I deliver the map to Pan. After all, I'm probably a dead girl walking. Unless I can find a way to escape Davy Jones, or a way to hide until the day I die a proper a death, then I'm...screwed. Royally screwed. I sigh, stopping in the middle of the jungle and suddenly feeling extremely unmotivated. I look up, and all I can see are treetops, with the last rays of sunlight streaming through the very few gaps between the leaves. I look down, and I can barely see my boots. It's amazing what can happen in a year...or however long it's been here. It almost seems unreal. Peter Pan and Neverland in the 'real' world are such legends, particularly in stories, with an infinite amount of magic, which is why all the kids love it so much. All the versions have fairies, and mermaids, and flying and freedom. I've never seen it. What happened? What went wrong? Maybe I'll get those answers along with everything else I need to talk to him about. I knew that getting making the deal to stay, and then getting that map would get me wrapped up in so much more than I wanted. Then, everything goes dark. Evening. Now I can't see anything. I create a fireball and make my way to the beach. Tonight, I'll sleep with sound of the sea on the sand. I build a fire, catch a fish, cook it and watch the waves all the way out to the horizon as I eat. I notice how big the moon is here, compared to other places. It looks like an island of it's own. I create a bed, using palm tree leaves to stop sand from getting in uncomfortable places. With the fire set to go for hours, I lie down, close my eyes and wait for sleep to take over.
My deep sleep is broken when I feel agony in my right hand. I sit up and hold back my screams, clutching my hand to my chest. Tears brim my eyes from the pain, some falling as I blink. I grit my teeth, a groan escaping as my hand begins to burn and pulse, and I untie my glove and remove the rings hastily so I can see what the hell is going on. I rip my glove off, throwing it to the side. I uncurl my fingers, and I choke on air as I gasp. The Black Spot. It's growing back. Which means...
Davy Jones is close.
And I have a few days, at most.
I knew that it would come back, but I never expected it to hurt this much. I take a jagged deep breath, as I let the tears come. Why now? I still have so much to do. I've been stuck for so long, but now that there have been moments that have changed my life, I'm going to grow up again. That's how it works in our world. When I say I'm young, that's just my way of hiding that I'm one-hundred-and-thirty-five years old. Born in eighteen-seventy-eight. And I'm not done being alive. I sniff, and delve into inside pocket on the right-hand side of my cloak, and pull out a bandage. Before I wrap my hand up, I try and use magic. I let my left hand glow blue, and try to heal it, but the only result is huge disappointment when I see that the spot still sits on my hand, burning. I take the bandage, and begin wrapping it up. I use my teeth to tie the knot, and then slip my glove back on, tying it up, and sliding my rings back into place. It's uncomfortable, but it's better for the moment. It numbs the pain slightly. I curl back up on my makeshift bed, cradling my hand and cry until I fall asleep again.
- - -
When I wake this time, the sun warms me. The tears have dried and left my face sticky. My throat hurts from crying, my eyes are sore, and my hand still burns. I sit up, gather my things, and make my way to Pan's camp. At least, where I think Pan's camp is. I don't bother eating. If I do, I might throw up and I would rather keep my food down. On my way through the jungle, I come across a pool of water, one which I can get a drink from. I cup my hand and welcome how cold the water is. I wash my face, removing the stickiness and the remnants of weakness. I can't have Pan knowing I'm weak. Who knows what he could do with that knowledge. Now that I'm refreshed, I can continue. I pick myself up and go on to the camp.
~ The Camp
Morning. Another day, another game. Pan smiles. He's looking forward to this, because he's waited so long. The Boys are already out, eating breakfast. Pan talked to the Shadows, and now that he's had the night, he's calmed down. They're lucky he didn't bring fire to the meeting. He steps out to the camp and sees Henry deep asleep under one of the trees, and an idea springs to mind. Felix throws him an apple, and all of the Lost Boys turn their attention to their leader and the young boy. Davina arrives just as the game is about to begin. She creeps around to hide behind one of the trees, where she has a view of everything going on in the camp, not that she needs to be too quiet because they're all too focused on Peter Pan and his games. Someone cuckoos and Pan walks over to Henry, a crossbow and the apple in hand.
"Wake up!" He yells, startling Henry, "I got you this," and he throws the apple.
Henry sits up, "I don't like apples."
"Who doesn't like apples?" Pan asks.
"It's a family thing," Henry replies, and Davina holds in her chuckle at the reference.
Pan smiles, "Don't worry," he crouches down to the same eye level as Henry. "They're not for eating. It's for a kind of game. A really fun game," he aims with a cross bow, "I call it target practice."
Davina rolls her eyes. The two boys stand and Pan soaks an arrow in a bottle filled with black liquid.
"What's that?" Henry asks.
"Dreamshade. A nasty poison. I've heard a story about a man who once shot an apple off his son's head with an arrow," Pan prepares the crossbow for shooting. "Let's find out if this is possible," Pan says.
Henry frowns, "If you're shooting the apple what's the poison for?"
Pan smirks, "Motivation not to miss. Felix! Get over here."
"Is Felix good? Is his aim good?" Henry asks, panicking.
"Doesn't matter. You're the one doing the shooting," Pan says, giving him the crossbow. Davina tenses.
"I don't wanna shoot," Henry protests.
The Lost Boys begin chanting, "Shoot. Shoot. Shoot..."
"You won't hit him. Trust yourself. Go on," Felix places an apple on his head."It's exhilarating," Pan says, his eyes flashing with excitement whilst the Boys continue to chant.
Finally, Henry aims at the apple. He waits, focusing on the target. His hand moves to the trigger, but suddenly, he changes his target, shooting the arrow at Peter Pan. Before it hits Pan, Davina's sword flies through the air, snapping the arrow in half and lodging itself in a tree. Pan, Henry, and the Boys all look at the arrow, everyone slightly shocked.
"The only person that gets to shoot an arrow at him is me," Davina says, revealing herself from behind the tree, smirking. "Miss me?"
A/N Yay! A new chapter! Apologies for the delay, I went back to college and I've been swamped with homework.
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Finally getting back to Pan and Davina ayee and a cheeky lil' bit of Pan's POV and third person ;) And Panvina for the ship name?
Let me know if you want me to do more of alternate POVs and stuff, and if you like the whole Davy Jones thing.
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