𝙎𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 🔥 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘

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Pyper forcefully pushes the door of the toilet open with her shoulder. Once inside she slams the door shut and locks it with a loud click. The girl releases a deep sigh and sits down on the closed lid. She closes her eyes calmly, her back resting against the wall. Her whole body relaxes and she gives in.

A moment later she opened her eyes again. She was no longer in the toilet stall, but in a dark jungle.

"Over here," a familiar voice says. A smile glides over her lips and Pyper turns around to face the teenager that was hidden in the shadows that the trees high above them cast on the ground. "Hello, father." Peter Pan smirks at his daughter and approaches her with a self-assured walk. "Pyper." He halts in front of her, reaching out with his fingers to gently comb her dark hair before dropping his hand. "You called for me," the girl asks, referring to the message he sent her. Whenever one of them would want to communicate to the other in this sense, the receiver would feel a continous tapping on the inside of their skull until they give in to the call or the other gives up.

"I did. How is Auradon?" Peter Pan turns around and walks in circles around the perimeter and her. Pyper watches her father pace with crossed arms. "As the stories you told me. Boring and filled with insufferable people." Pan chuckles and a smirk graces his features. "Some things never change.." He observes Pyper, who hadn't moved from her spot. "And what is your plan of taking over Auradon?" The girl copies her father's smirk and looks over her shoulder at him. "I have plenty."

Pan grins mischieviously. "That's my girl." He finishes his pacing to stand a few feet away from her. Pan throws her a small leather satchel. Pyper catches it easily and looks at the bag in confusion.  "What is this?" "Present from Tink. A bag full of pixie dust. Use it whenever you see it fit." Pyper studies the bag with pixie dust and turns to her father. "Tell Tinkerbell I appreciate her gift and that I will certainly put it to use. For now Antoinette and I keep a low profile to avert suspicion, but soon we will strike."

Peter Pan grins. "Good, very good." Pyper closes her eyes, ready to return to the toilet stall in Auradon Prep, but before she could she hears him say something. "Make me proud, daughter."

Pyper opens her eyes again and gasps, as if she had risen from below water and could finally catch a breath again. At first she was a little bewildered, but then she quickly recovered. Pyper looks down at her hand to see the small satchel still in her hand. She pries the knot open and looks inside at the sparkling green dust. Thank you Tink, Pyper thinks to herself as she ties the satchel shut again and puts it away in her jacket.

She disliked the idea of having to wait for so long and pretend to be this desperate soul who was attempting to redeem herself. Pyper didn't want to act like those dimwitted princesses. She wanted to be cunning, merciless and powerful.. like her father. Pyper stands up from the toilet seat and marches out of the bathroom. When she gets back to the cafeteria, she finds that everyone had left except for Aurelius, Antoinette and Aria. When they notice her heading in their direction they stop talking and turn to the green haired girl.

"Pyper! Are you alright, you ran off so sudden," Anne asks airily. Pyper eyes the other two warily and decides to give an answer as vague as possible. "Everything is alright. I just felt off for a moment, but that is over now." She grabs Antoinette's arm and pulls her along. "Come on, I believe we have somewhere to be." Anne looks over her shoulder as she was dragged away and waves the princess and prince goodbye with a blush on her cheeks. The two wave back awkwardly and head towards their next class.

When Pyper finally released her, Anne rubs her painful arm with a pout. "Pypes, that hurt!" She looks around in their dorm with frowned eyebrows. "What are we doing back here? I thought you said we had somewhere to be?" The green haired girl throws herself down on the hammock bed and rummages in her jacket's pocket. "I spoke to father. He gave me a little present from Tink." She throws the leather satchel up and catches it with her hand. Anne looks at it in wonder. "For what do you plan to use it?"

Pyper looks at her best friend with a great smirk on her face. "For chaos, Anne. I have a few ideas what to do with this. But, I trust you can keep your mouth shut? Especially to your.. new friends?" Antoinette looks up from her painful arm to meet the bright green eyes of her friend. "Aren't they your friends too?" Pan's daughter starts to laugh at her question. "I have no friends, Anne, but you. Therefore, I hope you will keep your tongue in anyone's presence but mine and mine alone."

Antoinette quickly nods her head. She was feeling a warm, giddy sense rise up in her chest. It warms her entire body and she feels very content. Pyper called her her only friend. Of course she knew that her friend had no one besides her ever since the break-up with their former friends, but it was still heartwarming to her. It made her feel so much greater, so much more appreciated. "Of course, I will never tell them. Never!"

Pyper smiles in a relaxed way at her friend. "I know. You are one of the few people I can trust blindly." She picks at the ends of the reed pipe that she had picked up during their conversation. Anne watches her best friend solemnly and decides to throw the conversation on a different route. "You know, Aurelius told me about the Art Club that Auradon Prep has. Apparently they do art, dance, singing and all that sorts of stuff. Maybe you would like to join. You know.. make it seem like we want to fit in?" Antoinette looks down at her pink and black painted nails and pulls on them in a nervous tick.

"It would do our image good," Anne adds. Pyper furrows her eyebrows together and looks down at the flute in her hands. Maybe it was not a bad idea to join the Arts Club... It would make a good impression if Antoinette and her would try to fit in. Then, as they build up an image within Auradon Prep, they could draw up a plan. "Good idea, Anne. I'll think about it."

Since they had skipped the last class they were supposed to have by discussing Peter Pan's message, they spent the rest of the day in their dorm. Antoinette was ordening her closet while Pyper was lazily playing on her flute. Neither of the girls had their minds on making any homework but their own, which was basically researching ways to get rid of King Ben and the other VK's without it being too obvious that it was them. Soon the light outside was snuffed out by the darkness of the evening and the two retreated back to their dorm after having dinner in the cafeteria.

Anne fell asleep first. She was lying still in her queen sized bed while Pyper was twisting and turning beneath her covers. Just like the night before, the day of their arrival, she couldn't catch sleep. She was used to sleeping beneath a starry night in her father's camp, not in a closed off dorm room. Eventually she gave up on trying to fall asleep and watches the roof. She attempts to close her eyes and imagine the night sky behind the foliage of the jungle trees that rise high above her. When she opens her eyes again, the roof had shifted to show just that.

After a while of silent staring, Pyper perks her ears. Did she hear something? She sits up in her hammock, which was swinging gently because of her movements. Was someone playing music so late? Who knew these Auradon people had a rebellious streak? However, Pyper quickly realized that nobody was playing music. She didn't know if it was actually there or if she imagined it to be real for herself, but the tune of pan flute music is softly lulling her to sleep. A melody from her home, from her father. As if he was there to comfort her and bring her to sleep.

And Pyper falls asleep.