"Damiao!" Esme excliams, as she taken to the tunnels, and I'm taken to my father. "Help me understand, brother. You knew her fate, the island's fate. Yet you chose those people. You chose her. Why?" Maria asks, as she walks next to me, holding my arm. "Because, she's worth more than gold." I say with a smile. "Her eyes, shine brighter than a ruby or a daimond. When she smiles, you feel more victouis than finding the treassure. Her laugh is prettier than the sound of golden coins falling against each other." I say with a soft chuckle. "Even through painful molding she shines brighter than gold." I finish. She looks at me like I've grown a second head. "Won't you look at that... my little brother is a pathetic-lovesick man." She says, looking at me in disgust. "And you're not far away from it either." I state, as I see the gangplank to my father's ship. "What?" She frowns. "I know you. You wouldn't have mentioned Warrick, if you didn't have feelings for him." I say, looking at my sister, there are traits in both of us that are similiar, but she looks a lot more like mother than me.
"I just wrote it, because that weak little Pan of yours would beg you to help him. After he helped her to get to that beach." She hisses. "You might act like your father's daughter. But you're always mother's daughter. I knew the letter was half a lie." I say, wincing as the cuffs cuts my skin as we're walking. "Why on earth would you come then?" She asks confused. "I came for my mother's daughter." I say as we all start walking up to the gang plank. "She is dead." She whispers. "You can lie all you want, Mia. But your brother will always know you." I state as the scruffy man who was holding my arm the entire time, gives a knowck against my father's door and then opens it. He pushes me in after Maria walks in. And closes the door behind me.
It pitch black inside. I can't see a thing.
"Didn't I warn you not to fall for the Pan girl?" A husky voice says to my right. "Well, I am a pirate. And pirates don't listen to warnings." I say slyly. My head bobs back and my cheek burns as my father punches me. He walks past me and goes to sit on his chair. "I didn't want to do that. Why did you make me do that?" He says. Warm liqued runs down my cheek. He hit me with his ring on. "I didn't make you do it. You didn't have to do that... it was your choice." I say lowly. He sighs. "You were such promise! Why did you choose their side?" He asks disappointed. "My mother wanted me to." I state. "HA! Your weak, selfish, dead mother?" He snarls. Maria takes a sharp breath. "If you're still attached to her... why not meet her again at midnight then?" He says. "Father?" Maria says, hint of worry in her voice. "Him, his crew, the girl, and that blacksmith family will be exocuted tonight." He states. "The blacksmith and his daughter was not home at the time he helped the girl. They have nothing to do with this." I say sternly. "Why must my brother die, when he could suffer more if everyone he loves dies right in front of him?" Maria jumps in. "My decision is final. Take him to the cells." He orders.
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This time it's just me and Maria on out way to the cells. "You bastard." She scolds. "Why must you make my fate to be an only child?" She asks, she's not looking at me but I know she's fighting tears. "You could stop him, you know?" I say. She kicks my leg which makes me fall onto my elbows. "You basterd! Have you lost your mind?" She scolds. Her curly hair falling over her shoulder as she crouches down to look me in the eye. Tears start to fall down her cheeks. "Why did you do this to me?" She whispers, but it feels more like a sream. "I'm sorry Mia. Everything will be alright. I promise... You will make through this." I say gently. "I wouldn't have to if you just sticked to the danm plan!" She gets up and kicks me into the stomach. I gasp for air. "You idiot!" She yells, as she kicks me again harder. I groan. "Why hate me and not father?" I say breathlesly. "Why hate me, and not the one who doing this to us?" I swallow. She's crying now. She helps me up. I lift my cuffed arms over her shoulders to give her a hug. She sobs into my shouler. "I hate you." She whispers, as she holds me tightly.
"I love you too." I whisper, giving her a kiss in her hair. I don't tell her about mother. I won't. For it's not my secret to tell.
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The Fallen Stars
FantasiThis is a story about the descendants of Peter Pan and Captain Hook. When Esme was three, her parents were murdered... now, after moving from foster home to foster home her whole life, she finally found a home. But is it the one she hoped for? Or sh...
