Metanoia - Peter Pan OUAT

Chapter Twenty Five

A/N: I promised no violent scenes in this chapter, so here you go. 👀 Enjoy!

"I believe our alliance is as strong as ever. So long as you respect our agreements, I see no reason as to why I wouldn't help you. Therefore, I agree with your proposition. You may take The Grand Seer off my land." Queen Clarion decided firmly.

Peter Pan slowly smirked, his heartbeat quickening with glee and satisfaction, before he politely bowed slightly to her. "You will see that you have made the right decision, Your Highness."

Queen Clarion nodded, a knowing smile toying her lips. "I don't see why I wouldn't believe that."

Peter sent her a small smile. "Will you take me to him?"

Queen Clarion laughed softly in response. "Forgive me, Peter, but I do not associate myself with the seers. However," she paused as she waved her hand as she looked to her side, and a guard moved forward to face her. "One of my guards can take you to The Grand Seer."

Pan nodded in approval. "Lovely."

"Please make sure you show Pan to the Seer, Silas, and whatever Pan chooses to do with him, is up to him only. We do not rule the Seers anymore." Queen Clarion commanded, and her guard bowed down in respect and obedience.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The guard, Silas, turned to Peter Pan and monotonously instructed, "Please, follow me."

Peter Pan looked to the Queen once more, and nodded at her as a farewell, to which she pleasantly returned. He followed the guard quietly, his senses sharp and alert as he took this chance to observe his surroundings properly for the first time. Peter had to admit that he felt envious of Queen Clarion for having the most beautiful division of Neverland, but the reason it was beautiful to begin with was due to the fairies and the magic they possessed. It was a pure form of magic, disassociated with darkness and peril, unlike the magic Peter Pan took pride in having. Even if he wished to make his own division breathtakingly beautiful, it would never be as beautiful as this, because his magic was tainted. It didn't bother him in the slightest, for he believed that one day, he'd reign over the fairies anyway, and he'd force them to enchant the entirety of Neverland with their magic.

The guard led him over a wooden bridge, and Peter watched the gentle stream of water beneath him, his eyes darting over to two fairies by the bank casting their fishing rods into the sparkling water. He crossed the bridge with him, and turned right, to where an astonishingly small cottage was situated. The cottage looked quite neglected in being cared for, moss growing on one wall of the building, and the wood looked as though it was in the process of rotting. The guard stepped aside for Pan to stand at the front door, and he gestured towards it.

"This is The Grand Seer's home." The guard stated, and Pan nodded.

"You can leave us now." Peter dismissed him, but the guard did not move.

"I am required to provide my assistance to you, as per the queen's orders." The guard clarified.

Pan gazed at him, unblinking. "And I do not require your assistance. I can take it from here."

The guard only remained for another few seconds, before wordlessly walking away from the Demon King. Peter focused back on the door, and turned his hand, causing the door knob to magically twist on its own and open the door for him. He quietly sauntered in, his gaze flickering all over the dark interior of the Grand Seer's home. Glass was shattered everywhere, scorched parchments of paper were stashed on one corner of the space in a fit of rage, and the furniture seemed to be caked with an infinite layers of dust. Quite surprisingly, Peter noticed an old man hunched over to the farthest corner of the cottage, rocking back and forth almost unconsciously, and mumbling incoherently to himself.