Trapped in Neverland

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We live in Winter Bay for a while, and nothing happens. Then, things change. One night, as I lie awake in the room I share with my sister, I feel like something is nagging at my mind, like I'm trying to tell myself something, or remember something I've forgotten.

I sit up and look over at Periwinkle, but she doesn't stir this time, either. She always seems to sleep through when I get up. I get up and walk to the door as carefully as I can.

I slip into the hall and pad down to the kitchen. I get a baby orange out and start to peel it as I pad to the beach. When I open the door, I see a green light hovering in the air above the sand. I set my orange down, and slowly approach the green orb.

Then, it shoots off over the dunes, and I scramble, trying to figure out where it went. Then, I see it. Luna's house. As I draw nearer, I see that it is empty. No lights are on, and as far as my magick and fae senses can tell, it is empty.

I walk over, and realize as I walk up the steps to the back porch of her house, that I am barefoot.

Huh. Should've flown here.

The green orb lowers itself down to the ground, and then it vanishes from sight.

Start digging.

So, I do. Not with my hands, mind you. I call on my magick, and when the warmth of the green sparks flow through my veins. I open my eyes, and feel them glowing, and I reach down deep in the earth, digging far and low, and then I feel something like a mental wall slam into me.

I stumble and fall onto my backside and cry out as a beam of green light explodes from the ground, and I watch as a figure is raised up into the air, then dropped unceremoniously on the ground.

When the light fades, I crawl over to the person. When I reach them, my heart thuds to a stop. I look at him up and down, but he is pale and emaciated and cold. He is not moving. He's not breathing.

"Pan?" I whisper, looking down at him, and smacking his cheeks. No reaction, nothing. Pan was imprisoned in the earth. And he died. He's ... gone?

"No," I whisper. "No, please don't .... you can't die."

I start to cry, and I don't know why. Why am I mourning Peter Pan? Why am I so distraught?

I honestly don't know why. Pan abused me.  He was evil. So why do I care so much that he is now dead?

I sigh and wipe my eyes, and then I whisper, "I'll be back," and I fly out of the house and back to ours. As I fly, I see Felix walking through the sand. I drop down and he holds me in his arms as I cry.

"Tink? Are you okay?"

I shake my head. "I found Pan... he's dead."