Faith, Trust & Pixie dust.

Chapter 6

Thunder clapped and lightening flashed through the sky. The Lost Boys were used to rain but this was more intense than usual. Pan watched out his window as Neverland was lit up by lightening. The sky was smothered by thick grey clouds. He could see the river and Mermaid Lagoon flooding their banks. This wasn’t normal. He didn’t have time to ponder this, however.

Nyx woke with a cry. Sitting straight up in a strange bed, in a strange room. Peter was there in an instant.

“Are you okay?” His hands were at her head, checking for injuries.

“I… What…” She couldn’t form a clear sentence.

“You’re in my treehouse. You got hurt pretty bad, and I need to keep you out of the rain. I healed you but you wouldn’t wake up. Here, you should try and eat something.” He handed her a bread roll and she stared at it blankly.

Her mind felt empty. But it was whirring away, trying to piece together what happened. She remembered hearing something in the woods. Someone grabbing her. Brook. Brook! She threw herself off the bed, ignoring the pounding in her head.

“They have Brook! I have to get her back!” She was barely at the door when Pan got to her, and a good thing too because that was when she collapsed.

“Nyx! Please! You have to lay down!” Peter grunted, trying to pull her back to the bed.

“No! I have to find Brook! Brook!” She screamed, but she was drowned out by thunder.

“Nyx, the boys are out looking for her! Please!” He got her back to the bed this time.

Tears were streaming down her face, but her eyes seemed glassy, unfocused, “You’ll find her?”

“Yes, I will. I promise,” He brushed her hair back from her face again, “Please lay down.”

She did as she was told this time. Peter crawled into the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. Dazed and confused, she rested her head on his chest. He was whispering to her, telling her it would be okay, and playing with her hair. She fell asleep like that, or maybe she passed out. Either way it cleared her head.

When she woke up this time, the downpour had been reduced to a drizzle which meant the storm had at least passed. Peter wasn’t beside her anymore, but she could hear him down in camp with the Lost Boys. He was shouting.

Clumsily she clambered down the ladder. She felt better but still sore and she stumbled a bit at the bottom of the tree, “What’s going on?”

Peter caught her again as she stumbled, “You should be resting.”

“I’m done resting. Where’s Brook?” She asked, pushing off Peter to stand up straight. Everyone shuffled and shared a glance, “What? What’s happened? Is she… Is she okay?” A sick feeling was creeping up her spine.

Seeing the look on her face, Devin rushed to explain, “She’s alive! She’s not hurt, Nyx, I promise she’s not

hurt.”

Whether it was the concussion or just sheer relief, her knees gave out. She landed in the wet mud, choked with relief, “Where is she?” She asked when she could speak again.

The Lost Boys all looked at Peter for guidance. He knelt down beside her, lifting her chin so she looked at him, “Hook has her on his ship. She’s not being harmed, but he has her. And it’s likely that he’s using her as bait to draw me there.”

“Then I’ll go get her. You can stay here, you don’t have to go. I can get her.” She was scrambling to get to her feet, clawing at Peter in the process.