Love isn't something that you can easily rid yourself of, I've spent years convincing myself that I hated Pan. Don't get me wrong the majority of my feelings towards Pan are hate. A livid hate that when released is more dangerous than any magic Pan can perform. Still though there is that tiny little inkling of me, very tiny inkling, that does still love Pan. But that love only makes me more dangerous. Not three days after I was born Peter Pan took me to Neverland, at least that's what everyone tells me. I was his Little Angel he was like a older brother to me. Then when I was five Captian Hook kidnapped me. He dumped me off at a port and I have been on my own ever since. Now I'm back Neverland on and I want revenge.