Seeds Of Discord ~ A Peter Pan Fanfiction ***ON HOLD***

Chapter Two ~ A Night In Neverland

Antoinette's P.O.V

I was struggling to get out of the shadow's grasp, but to no avail. He held on tight for a creature with no body. "Let me go!" I screamed. The shadow stayed silent, but held on. We dodged buildings and trees and then Shadow flew upward. We flew up past the two bright stars I was looking at before. Suddenly, it hit me. I knew where we were going. I was being taken to Neverland.

Peter Pan's P.O.V

I looked up from my flute as I felt someone enter the island. My shadow had returned with the girl. It's now time to move on with phase two. "It's time to enact phase two." I say to Felix, one of my many Lost Boys. "The girl has arrived on the island, you know what you need to do."

Antoinette's P.O.V

"Ouch!" I said as the shadow dropped me. I landed in a clearing in the middle of the forest and it was dark. I looked up to find Shadow gone. I shuddered at the thought of being away from my family forever. Suddenly, I heard some rustling in the foliage. A band of teenage boys walked out dressed in hoods and cloaks. They had weapons with them, which was quite intimidating. One of the boys, the tallest one and oldest looking one stepped forward and spoke. "Welcome to Neverland. Pan has been expecting you." "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "Why, we're the Lost Boys." came the matter-of-factly reply. "Wait, you guys are real?" I asked "Of course we're real. I'm Felix, leader of the Lost Boys." he said with a cocky bow. "We need you to come with us. Now." Not knowing what to do next, I stood still. Waiting for someone to make a move. "Get her." Felix said.

Suddenly, I felt my feet flying under me. I ran as fast and as far as my legs would carry me. I ran through the bushes and trees, scratching myself on the cheek from a low hanging branch. I tripped and fell over a rock that was in the way, but before I could get up somebody grabbed me by the arm. I was dragged out of sight from the pursuing lost boys and I came face-to-face with a boy. I looked at him and asked "Who are you?" "That's not important." the boy replied with a stunning British accent. "Are you a Lost Boy?" "I was, but I escaped and now they're after me too." "Well how did you escape?" "No time for questions, we need to move." And with that, he grabbed my hand and off we went into the starry night.