Lost, Then Home: The Third Book in the A Tale of Two Sisters Series

Part One: Quite a Common Fairy

"Do you need a break?" David asked his wife as the group continued to trek through the forest.

"No, I'm good," she replied.

"In this heat, you shouldn't overwork yourself."

"Oh, so you need a break."

"No, I'm good."

"David Nolan letting himself go."

"Does he look like he'd let himself go?"

"How much longer?" Regina complained.

Her daughter looked at the map, "We should be getting closer to Pan's camp. Going in a straight line course—" She stopped as the map changed before her eyes. "Seriously? How come is it now behind us?"

"How can that be?" Mary Margaret asked, looking over Reagan's shoulder.

"You got us lost," Regina said, getting a glare from the teen.

Hook held his lamp above the map, "No, she didn't. It's the camp. Pan's moving it."

"He's playing tricks with us."

"If Pan's camp keeps moving, how are we gonna find Henry and Serenity?" Emma asked.

"So this whole trek has been for nothing," Reagan said in defeat.

"I told you walking was idiotic," her mother said. "If I can just use some magic, we can materialize in the camp, grab Henry, and go find Serenity."

"We don't even know where the camp is. Have you even be listening?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Pan will have shields against magic," Hook said. "Such an attempt would end in your death, and more importantly, mine, which is why we're walking."

"Well then, what's your idea? How are we going to find it?" Regina asked.

"By using someone he trusts."

"Who?" David asked.

"A fairy who lived here when I was about. She might still be on the island. She'd be an inside source, knows all about the camp, can get us in. She might even have some pixie dust left. Perhaps we could fly in."

"You mean fairy dust," Emma said.

"No, pixie dust," Reagan said. "It's stronger. Think nuclear."

"Wait . . . A fairy? Tinker Bell?"

"Do you know her?" Hook asked.

"Every kid in the world knows her," Emma said.

"That's a bad idea," Regina said quickly. "Mark my words. This Tinker Bell is not going to save us."

Elsewhere on the island, Serenity was starting to lose the hope that she had quickly gained. She had decided to camp near water so she had a source, but quickly discovered how unsafe it was. The thirteen year old attempted to eat a few berries, but ate the wrong ones. She had taken as many apples as she could find on The Jolly Roger, but she had already gone through them. The brunette also tried calling out for help from mermaids with a few siren songs she could recall from when she was younger, but it barely worked. One came to shore, but at the sight of her, quickly swam off.

The teen had started keeping track of the hours on a tree, thank to the red swatch watch she had gotten with Elphaba a year ago . . . How she missed her. She started to accept that she was on death's door. She could barely keep her eyes open and had no energy whatsoever.

At least . . . That's what she thought.

"Hey," a female voice said, making her wake up at one point. The teen found a woman who was maybe in her twenties with dark curly blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun along with a green shirt, pants, and scarf. "You okay?"