𝙎𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 🔥 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘

𝙓𝙄𝙄.

"I brought what you asked for."

Peter Pan holds the pipe of the little vial between his thumb and fore finger and wiggles it. The liquid inside was sloshing around like wine. The vial was a beautiful blue with ornate golden details that shine in the little moonlight that the leaves high above them let through.

Pyper accepts the vial from her father and carefully tucks it inside her jacket. "Thank you, father." Pan eyes his daughter and arches a single eyebrow at her. "Once you used this, there is no going back."

His daughter let out a soft laugh. "I know.. that's why I use this instead of something else." She carefully closes her jacket to protect the vial and glances at her father. Pyper was expressing nothing but determination. This time, it won't be the heroes winning the story. It would be the villains that were victorious. No happy endings, no more.

Pan bares his teeth in a malicious grin. "I am proud of you, daughter." Pyper mockingly bows for her father and turns around. She disappears from the jungle scenery, followed closely by Peter Pan.

Nobody ever bothers to look up. Maybe nobody suspects there someone being hidden in the shadows of the roof. Maybe it was just a more logical possibility that there were people around you instead of above you. At least, this servant didn't seem to expect it, Pyper thinks to herself, and that comes in handy.

She was sitting in a squat position on one of the wooden bars that keep the roof of the old castle kitchen up, the shadows hiding her presence.

The servant below her was preparing tea for the Royal Family's brunch while whistling a happy tune. Even after Audrey almost destroyed Auradon, everyone was back to being as careless as always. It is strange how quickly they resort back to their trusting, carefree ways, Pan's daughter thinks, but it was useful for her.

The door of the kitchen opens and a second servant enters. It was a young girl, probably just hired from what Pyper could tell during her observation, and she asks help from the first one. The first servant joyfully abandons the silver tray with teacups and a full teapot and follows her outside. Together the two abandon the kitchen, leaving an opening.

Pyper jumps down from the bar and lands on both her feet. She catches her fall by going through her knees slightly by the landing. Her ferocious green eyes move back and forth to see if anyone was watching her. She states there was no one in the kitchen and grins. Her hand slips inside her leather jacket. Pyper takes a tiny satchel from one of her pockets. She unties the rope and grabs the vial. While she was busy she keeps her senses on alert for any creature to come near her. Pan's daughter takes the glass cork off and looks at the tray. There were four tea cups on there, but Pyper knew which one she had to pour the liquid in.

She let the black liquid fall into a particular teacup with a tiny smirk dancing around the corner of her mouth. The tea turned dark around where the drops fell, but the darkness was quickly absorbed and the tea was back to the exact same colour and taste as it had been. Pyper eyes her work proudly when she hears noises outside. It were the two servants who returned to the kitchen.