𝙎𝙊 𝙈𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝘾𝙆𝙀𝘿 🔥 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘

𝙓𝙑𝙄.

"Wakey, wakey."

A throbbing pain spreads through Mal's head, the aftershock from the blow she received. Something was annoyingly poking her leg. She slowly raises her head to meet the forest green eyes of Pan, who was tapping her leg with the front of his boot. The others around her slowly raised their heads as well, still groggy and drowsy.

"What do you want," Jay snarls, not giving in to the taunting without a fight. Pan shakes his head. "My, you Auradon people truly have no manners." He throws them a smirk. Then he glances over his shoulder at the Lost Boys that surrounded him and Tinkerbell, now in a full grown human form. "Why do we not just inject them with the poison now, Peter. They're all just.. bothersome," Tink questions and she crosses her arms. Her eyes were narrowed on the captives and filled with disgust. 

Pan starts to chuckle. "Now, Tink, don't be so crude to our new guests. The King hasn't given his answer yet and, as you know, I am a boy of my word." He lays a hand on his heart and mockingly bows. The others surrounding them grin maliciously. They all knew not a word of his to be true. If he desired to, he would deceive and cheat anyone.

Then Pan scans the surroundings of the camp just outside the tree home. "Where is Pyper?" The boys shrug their shoulders while Tink moves her wings. "I believe she is in the tree. Shall I call her?" Mal bites her lip so hard it started to bleed. She had to bite back remarks that would get her killed. Pan may want to keep them alive for now, but Mal knew damn well that Tinkerbell didn't care for that. If you annoyed her enough, she would kill you either way. Pan straightens his back. He shakes his head calmly. "Not necessary."

He folds his hands before his mouth and starts to whistle a low tune. A few moments later the hatch in the tree opened and Pyper stepped out, followed by Antoinette. The girl approaches the tree and barely glances over the prisoners tied to its bark. "You called for me?" She had apparently gone through a costume change in the meantime, seeing she wasn't wearing the same clothes as when they arrived. She was now in a dark green, ripped tank top with black jeans with even worse rips. Her black jean jacket was thrown to the side and she runs her hands through her black hair with green highlights. 

Her black boots barely make a sound on the leaves on the ground as she joins her father's side. Pan shows his daughter a, what seemed to be, genuine smile. "Why don't we show these people your little hidden talent," he speaks with a grin on his evil face as he eyes certain prisoners. Pyper grins too. She folds her arms and holds one arm up. A green smoke spirals around her hand for a quick second, revealing what had now been transported to her hand.

It was Hades' Ember.

"No!" Mal fights against her restraints. They were so tight that they pushed the air out of her lungs by resisting like this. "You can't use that! It doesn't work for you, Pyper. Only Hades' blood-", she begins, but Pyper's growing smirk halts her. "I believe your papa might have lied to you on that little bit. Or you just did what you do best.. assume. You see, it isn't about blood ties. It is about Hades' magic. He has complete control over the Ember, for sure. He permitted you to use it. A flawed decision, I'd say, but his choice. What you don't know is that the Ember does not consider blood, but permission." The Ember pulses a soft blue in Pyper's hand. A wave of shock passes through the prisoners while Pyper let her lips stretch wide and show her teeth like a predator to its prey.