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"I win"
Silas looked around the camp of Lost boys. He had already been here for a good amount of time. He had no concept of time so really that was the best answer he was able to give. In Neverland, time stays frozen. Of course there's day and night, but no days actually pass once you set foot. You never age, never grow a single wrinkle. Living on the island want to bad if Silas did say so himself. Not many rules or demands. There was three rules at the camp though from Pam though.
"Okay boys. you are what I like to call, The Lost Boys. So welcome. Now, I know I said that there is freedom here, but there are three ground rules I have set since I brought the first batch. Number 1, don't show disrespect towards me. I brought you here, I do not tolerate ungrateful boys. Number 2, lost boys must be tough, that means no crying because you got cut or stabbed, we suck it up here. You wounds will be treated though so don't think of me as a monster. And also, lost boys to not apologize. So remember that as well. And Number 3, my biggest rule yet. You are not permitted to leave Neverland without my permission. This is my land and I shall decide who is to leave and who is to enter. Not that that's out of the way, find a hut and call it a night Lost Boys."
Pan never set any other rules for the lost boys. Just those three. And he didn't take kindly to those who disrespected the rules.
All the lost boys were either training with weapons or hunting. Silas though, was sitting on a log around the fire pit, observing the camp and it's batch of never ending lost boys. He never actually talked to anyone here besides the night he asked that question to Pan on the Enchanted forest. He never felt like socializing with the crowd.
He did train though, all the lost boys were required to train one way or another. Either fighting another lost boy, or target practicing. He just didn't choose to do these activities around the boys who thought they were all that now. They pretended that they didn't spend their nights crying themselves to sleep, missing their parents and old life's
Silas? He never cried again once he reached Neverland.
Silas was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt an arrow skim past his cloaked ear. That's another factor, he's never taken his hood or mask of since he arrived. He didn't move though, just kept sitting in the same position, never flinching.
The group of boys behind him started laughing at him and it pissed him off more than loosing his throne. He slowly got up and turned to walk to the group of boys that the direction the arrow had came from.
As he got there, he saw most boys patting one on the back. He figured that he was the one who had shot at him. He stopped right in front of the group as they finally turned towards him.
"You the one who shot it?" He questioned the boys surrounded by his friends.
The boy smirked at Silas, he was to confident in his actions. He leaned back into the tree behind him,
