Memories of a Lost Soul

A Sin

'Bring more dry woods!' Elizabeth barks as everyone runs around carrying dry woods and leaves.

'Such futile efforts.' With a little flick of her hand, Titania extinguish the flames.

'Don't falter!' Another roar rings out. 'Re-ignite the flames! Others! Release the water balloons!'

Pixie Hollow is smoking. Golden lights are flying madly, trying to avoid the water balloons. The Lost Boys, along with Elizabeth. are busy carrying around dry woods, leaves, torches, and buckets full of water balloons. The center of Neverland is a mess when I got there.

'They're already starting!' Tinkerbell alerts me.

They are trying to burn Pixie Hollow. Trying. They don't have enough people to keep the flame burning. It's futile. The Queen keep extinguishing the flames. Plus, the only thing The Lost Boys have to defend themselves are water balloons. 

Seeing this, I thought that The Lost boys are losing, but they're holding up pretty well.  Although the fairies have their advantages in the forms of their talents, they can't seem to use them properly. It is as if the nature itself has forsaken them.

I raise my cane. 'This is getting nowhere.'

Golden glitter appears and rises up into the clouds. As if drawn to the dust, the massive clouds gather. The clouds combine and darken. In mere seconds, rumbling thunder can be heard. Tinkerbell starts hiding inside my hat. Realizing what's going to happen, the fairies and children look up.

'RAIN!!' Mosey, who has been chucking water balloons, shouts happily.

'SPLIT UP! THE FAIRIES ARE MOBILIZED! CLIMB!'

Elizabeth is giving out orders as the boys charges forward. Meanwhile, the fairies are all scattered, searching for shelter. I was about join them, when a something invisible pulls me. I was thrown onto the ground. No. I was thrown onto a somewhat familiar place.

'Picking on someone smaller than you, boy?' A pair of kind eyes pierces me. 'Why don't you pick someone your own size?'

The ground trembles. The rain stops. I look around and finally realize where I am. Around me, pixie dust is flowing down like a waterfall. The waterfall is connected to another waterfall before it flows to the ground. The ground itself looks like water on a sink. Those pixie dust probably goes down to the mill through the center of the ground.

A loud rumbling sound rings out. I fell onto the ground. However, It's not made of soil. It's wood. It all make sense now. I am standing on the crater of Pixie Hollow.  The Fairy Dust is not being filtered into the mill. It is absorbed by the tree. The Queen has made Pixie Hollow bigger. So much bigger, that I feel like a small child in a castle. 

I start to notice some fairy dust floating towards The Queen. It's slow at first. Then, like a group of fish swimming in the sea, waves and waves of fairy dust goes inside her chest. I can feel Tinkerbell trembling in my hat, so I lift my hat to check on her. However, nothing is in there. Nothing, but golden dust, which immediately fly towards The Queen. 

'TINKERBELL!' I scream.

No one answers. The Queen doesn't even bat an eyelid. With every fairy dust that goes inside her, she grows bigger, taller, more powerful. The Queen is absorbing all of the fairies. I back away slowly, and spot the Lost Boys, along with Elizabeth, trying to get inside the crater. I run towards them.

'GET AWAY!' I warn them.

'Peter!' The Lost Boys calls me in surprise.

'GET AWAY!' I repeat. 'Elizabeth! Get them into the secret base!'