(A/N - Well hai 😛💜 sooooo sorry for the long wait, schoolwork and writer's block decided to pay a visit 🙃 I'll be updating much more now, I promise - hope you all enjoy!!)
Felix and a good few Lost Boys went off very early in the morning, disappearing into the jungle of Neverland and holding up tall wooden torches that highlighted their path. Elena and Henry sat watching the other Lost Boys at the camp, a couple of them climbing ropes while the others egged them on in anticipation. Elena bit her lip and glanced at Henry, wondering when she should tell him what had happened yesterday instead of keeping it from him. Her conscience was starting to get to her.
Henry jumped and stood up as a Lost Boy poked him in the back with a spear, and Elena did likewise, glaring out the boy who scoffed in bemusement.
"So you're the kid Pan has been looking for all this time?"
"Ask him," Henry said nervously, but the boy relentlessly swung his spear close to Henry.
"If you can't take this, how're you gonna handle what Pan has in store for you?"
Elena saw the boy's attempt to swipe his sear dangerously close to Henry again, and so she pushed him away. Hard.
"Push off, you jerk!"
The Lost Boy scowled at her, half taken aback by her attitude and half annoyed - but Henry picked up a stick and advanced, making Elena back away and watch in concern, folding her arms.
"Not bad." Peter Pan stood watching the boys, leaning against a tree in the near distance. "But wouldn't it be more fun if you had real swords?"
Elena's gaze shifted between them cautiously.
"I've... never used a real sword," Henry told him.
"This is Neverland," Pan pointed out, "and you have the heart of the Truest Believer. You can use whatever you want. You just need to believe, Henry." Peter approached him from behind, holding up the stick Henry was grasping and putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Close your eyes and believe you're holding a real sword."
So Henry did; closed his eyes for a few moments, and no sooner than he did, the stick transformed into a sword. Elena's eyes widened, and the Lost Boy stepped back in alert as they all eyed the weapon. Elena watched the scene uncomfortably.
"What are you waiting for? Go on!"
Henry lashed out with his sword to the Lost Boy, hitting a good few times before the sword broke - then cut his cheek accidentally. Elena gasped, looking between Henry's look of surprised realisation and Pan's amused stare, not concerned in the slightest.
"I-I'm sorry, it was an accident-" Henry started, as the Lost Boy glared at him.
"Henry," Peter interrupted, "don't you know the best thing about being a Lost Boy? You never apologise. Come on!"
The Lost Boys all cheered for Henry, and Henry himself grinned happily. Elena watched in annoyance, then pulled the defeated Lost Boy over to where the med packs were, handing him a damp tissue. "Here, clean it with that."
The Lost Boy took it from her after a moment's hesitation, a suspicious look in his eyes. "I thought I was a jerk," he reminded her, and she shook her head and shrugged, glancing at Henry and Pan.
"Well, it was a stupid move. But they took it too far. Don't worry, I'll talk to him."
"Who, Pan? You think he's gonna listen to you?"
"He might just have to," Elena said with a roll of her eyes. "What's your name?"
The boy glanced at her for a moment before looking away, dabbing at the wound. "Devin."
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Believer || OUAT Peter Pan x OC
Fanfiction(BOOK ONE) Elena Brea was a six-year-old orphan when she met Emma Swan, eighteen. They stuck together ever since, like sisters. Which means she was also pulled into the fairytale world and Storybrooke and caught up in Henry's plan. Resulting in Emma...
