I'll Take You to Neverland

Chapter 10: Magic

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Everyone is silent for a moment, taking time to let the words sink in.

"Why?" I small voice asks, I don't know where it comes from, but my eyes brim with tears.

"My life sucked." I state simply.

"Everyone here has had a horrible life!" Pan gets angry all of a sudden. "So many of these boys have had it so much worse than you, yet you complain?!"

"Shut up!" I scream. "I hate that! I hate it when people say that others have it worse! Just because they have it bad doesn't mean that I can't! My parents left me before I could even walk. I was filtered through horrible foster homes, people hated me for the way I looked. For who I was and how much money I possessed!" I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

"I told you not to speak to me like that!" Pan draws back the sword and swings it forward straight towards my arm. It all occurs so quickly that I don't even know what's going on, I only brace myself for the pain.

But something happens. A loud clang at first, and then shouts from a few of the lost boys. My eyes are sealed shut, so I'm not sure what's happened, but my hands are free, balled up in fists and covering my head. The sword doesn't hit me, and neither does Pan's hand.

I open my eyes slowly, wincing as I wait for Pan to react, for him to swing the sword at me a second time, and actually hit me. But when I do, I see Pan staring down at the blade, his face not hiding his emotions. And since the first time that I've seen him, I see something that I would never expect. He looks scared.

The blade is broken in half. Shattered by something, that must've been what the loud clanging noise was. The thing that confuses me further is the lack of an enemy.

Isn't this where a sword fight would happen? My first thought is that maybe Captain Hook was hiding somewhere nearby ready to attack, but I see him nowhere in sight. Nothing metal or relatively close is nearby as a matter of fact.

That's about the time when I notice their gazes are all fixed on me. My hands are held over my head, but I see something that I didn't see before. A light silvery glow surrounding me, almost like I'm in a giant bubble.

I drop my hands, scared, and look up at Pan as he composes himself.

"What was that?" He he hisses, his voice full of venom, I can hear that he tries to mask the slight fear in his tone. "And who the hell are you?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking at my hands and standing to my full height, still at least four to six inches shorter than Pan.

"What was that?" He raises his voice.

"I don't know wh..."

"Don't think that I'm that gullible!" He shouts, obviously seeing that he still frightens me and has an upper hand in this case. "What did you just do?!"

"I said that I don't know!" I yell, then cough a bit, blood spilling out of my mouth.

"Peter!" August, the medic boy shouts, running forward and grabbing me before I can fall.

"Hands off of her!" I watch as Pan puts one arm under my neck, then puts the other under the back of my knees as he swings me up and carries me with ease.

"I'll go grab something." August tells Pan, but he stops him before he can leave.

"No matter how many herbs and bandages you put on her, it won't help. This is internal you ninny." He says harshly. "Wyatt, get over here!" Pan calls out.

The crowd is thinning out as Pan carries me to what I assume is his home. More like a hut than anything else. But I can see the boys spread apart to let someone through.

I'm surprised when I see a young boy- possibly only five or six- walk through them. I'm thinking that this must be some sort of mistake, but everyone treats him seriously as he rushes over to Pan. The tent flaps close behind the boy, leaving only Pan, Wyatt and I in this tent together.

"Yes Peter?" His voice is so gentle, so innocent, I can't bear to see Pan snap at him. And for the second time in the past few seconds, I'm surprised again.

"Listen buddy..." Pan says, laying me down on a sack of leaves and dirt piled high with animal furs that must be his bed. "I'm going to need all of your help." His tone is soft and the boy, Wyatt, nods his head obediently while grinning from ear to ear.

"What do I need to do?" Wyatt asks, looking down at me where I lay. I turn and lean over the side of the bed. Peter snaps and a wooden bowl of some sort appears beneath me before I can puke up blood all over his floor, which is more or less the forest ground cleaned of twigs and leaves.

"I need you to play a game with me." Pan points at me and Wyatt's eyes follow his finger to my chest. "Do you see this girl? She's very sick, blood and other terrible things have gotten into her lungs. So I was wondering if you would like to play medic with me. All you need to do is imagine her being okay again, okay?" 

The little boy nods as Pan puts his hands on my chest along with Wyatt.

Normally I would blush so much that my face would be red as a tomato, but Pan doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing. It makes me wonder how long he's been here on this island.

I soon understand why he chose the boy, Pan's hands leave my chest, only hovering a very short distance away, and they light up but I feel nothing coming from them. However, the second Wyatts hands begin to glow, I feel my lungs and throat clear up, no longer aching or burning. I reach up to touch my throat and feel no bruises.

Pan must have used him as a way to heal me without using any of his own magic. But that doesn't matter to me, I just feel that I need to repay the boy, or at least thank him.

"Thank you." I whisper to Wyatt after sitting up. "You're very brave for saving me."

All the little boy does is give me a blank stare, as if I'm speaking a different language, then tug on Pan's hand and whisper something in his ear before leaving.

Soon, it's only Pan and I sitting silently in the room. He stares at me, as if trying to solve some complicated puzzle, then speaks out of nowhere.

"If you don't know how you got your power's then we'll have to figure that out." He states, his voice quiet. "But for now, you need to rest."

He turns heading towards the door.

"You don't think I'll run?" I ask.

"You're not that stupid." He tells me without turning to look at me, it almost feels like a compliment compared to the way he's been treating me since I arrived. "And if you do..." He looks over his shoulder and stares me straight in the eye. His emerald green irises sparkle in mischief. "I'll shoot you down myself."

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Picture: I know it's really bad compared to others, but the edit was hard and I did it quickly. Anywho, it's Cameron making the force field.