Peter Pan's POV
"As you all know, Angelina is not the same Angelina as the one who left us." I announce to the Lost Boys. We are all gathered around the fire. It's late at night and Angelina is fast asleep in my tent.
"What happened to her?" Will asks.
"I don't know. Felix and I have been researching the cause. You guys know who her mother is. We believe her mother had something to do with this."
"She doesn't remember us?" Thomas asks.
I shake my head.
"We're working on it," Felix answers for me. "All we know is that there was a curse, we believe it was Angelina's mother who cast it. The curse brought Angelina back to the Enchanted Forest and wiped her memories of us. Pan and I found some books from the Evil Queen and are trying to figure out how to lift it."
"So is there anything we can do?" Liam asks.
"Just treat her as you normally would. Maybe jogging her memory of her life on Neverland will help." I tell the boys.
They none have been well since Angelina left. She was the sun.
I look around the campsite. All of the boys are looking down at the dirt or straight into the fire. Felix stands directly to my right. He and Angelina were always close, she formed a relationship with him before she even started talking to me. He hasn't trained in months because of her disappearance.
Thomas, Nick and Liam are standing directly across from me.
Thomas is my best healer, he was actually training Angelina with all the medicines that we have and with wounds. She was taking it up very well and was always excited to spend time in the forest with Thomas. Thomas never spoke about Angelina after she left, he just buried himself in the work that they were working on.
Nick, on the other hand, became very distant once Angelina left. They were very close and he taught Angelina to hunt, as she taught him to use a bow and arrow. Ever since she's been gone, Nick just spends his time in the forest, he doesn't show an interest in anything anymore.
Liam is the one who's been trying to pick up the pieces and hold the camp together since Angelina's disappearance. He started studying healing alongside Thomas and spends all his time doing things for the camp, like cooking, cleaning and gathering food and water. I don't know that he and Angelina were very close.
Brody sits off to the side in the dirt, sharpening his knives. He hasn't seemed too phased about Angelina's disappearing, at least not as much as the other boys. He's always kept to himself.
Calvin sits on the wooden log, along with Will. Both boys are the youngest of us. They both looked up to Angelina and since her disappearance, Calvin has been quite the trouble maker. Will just follows Calvin. The two get angry quick, lash out and storm off quite frequently.
"Ang has a concussion and a case of the flu right now, but as soon as she's better I want to formerly introduce you all," I say, "again."
Calvin rolls his eyes.
"I know this is hard for you guys too, I'm not ignoring that. But I need your help to get her back. Any little thing you can think of to help her remember, just do it."
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Angelina's POV
About a week's worth of bed rest has cured my concussion and my episode of the flu. Peter Pan insists that I get out and hang out with the Lost Boys today.
I shower and pull on new clothes, grey leggings, a white v-neck short sleeved shirt and a grey hooded cloak. I twist my hair into a low pony-tail. I pull on my boots and exit Peter Pan's tent. I've been sleeping in his tent and hopefully since I'm better I can get my own tent. Peter Pan tells me that I move around and kick a lot in my sleep.
I see the Lost Boys all gathered around the fire pit eating breakfast. I don't see Peter Pan yet. I sit down on an empty log and sit my head in my hands.
I feel someone sit next to me. I look to my right and see a young boy, no older than 14, holding an apple.
"Here you go." He smiles and holds the apple out to me.
"Thanks." I smile back at him and hold the apple in my hands.
"I'm Calvin."
"Angelina."
I look at Calvin. He looks young. His brown hair is straight and covers his forehead. He has brown eyes and tanned skin. Or maybe that's dirt. All the boys around here look a little dirty.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm better." I take a bite of the apple he gave me and I watch the other boys. They're cooking something that looks like eggs and another boy is sorting through fruits.
Peter Pan emerges from the forest with Felix.
"Alright boys!" Peter Pan calls, "And Angelina," he smiles at me. "We're gonna pick back up with training today."
Some of the boys groan, I'm just excited to get my hands on a bow again.
"But first I thought we could give some proper introductions to Angelina," Peter says.
Calvin turns to me. "We already met, I'm 14."
I nod my head.
Another young boy with straight, jet-black hair, brown eyes and a round face stands in front of me, "I'm Will!" Will hugs me tightly and before I can react he returns to his previous seat.
I look at Peter and his eyes looks worried, as do the rest of the boys.
"How old are you, Will?" I ask him, taking another bite of my apple.
"14, like Calvin."
These boys are so young to be out here.
"We've met already," Felix says.
I smile at him.
"I'm Liam, I'm 19." A tall boy with sandy-brown hair waves at me.
I wave back.
"My name's Thomas," an older boy with light brown hair grins. He looks like Liam but Thomas's hair is shorter and is pushed back, whereas Liam's hair is a little longer and sweeps across his face.
"Nick," a tall, tanned boy with dark hair almost to his shoulders says.
"And I'm Brody." A boy with dirty blonde hair smiles.
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We enter the training camp and I instantly become happy. I walk right over to the arrangement of weapons and pick up the bow and arrow, admiring its woodwork. I pull on the string and listen to the sound of the string quivering. I turn and notice all the Lost Boys looking at me.
Some of them look happy, while others show no expression.
"What?"
They none say anything, they just look away, grab a weapon and spread out across the camp.
"Today's just going to be a free day," Peter Pan calls. "Just get comfortable with the weapons again."
I walk off to the side of the training camp and hang a target on a tree branch. I run to the center of the training camp, about 50 yards from the target, and load my bow. I adjust my stance, pull back on the string while resting my hand on my cheekbone, inhale deeply, hold my breath and let the arrow fly.
It hits the ring closest to the bullseye. I load again and fire the arrow, this time hitting the center. I load the bow with a third arrow and shoot. This time the arrow hits the arrow in the middle, splitting the previous bullseyed arrow in half.
"Oops."
"Wow!! Can you teach me to do that?!"
I turn around quickly and find every one of the boys watching me. Will runs up to me, beaming.
"Um, sure." I walk off and collect the arrows.
Peter Pan meets me halfway and smiles at me.
"I might owe you more arrows."
He laughs. "You don't owe me anything."
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