Once Upon a Lost Girl (Once Upon a Time ; Peter Pan Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

(Note: This chapter is dedicated to my first five followers: dragonandwolvesrock, - _Henry_Mills_-, whisper_63, Descendants_Bal, Mel_Maleficent. Thanks you guys so much for inspiring me to write this story. The first week, I thought about quitting but then I saw that a ton of people started to follow me, two days later... Chapter Two was posted. My wish was to be big and you guys are the starting points.)

  "I have to get back my shadow!" Pan ordered his boys. They were all confused. Didn't the shadow get disintegrated by the Charming prince and Tinkerbell?  

"But sir--"

"Shut up! You guys are to set out for Storybrooke in the next hour. I have already payed a pirate who is about to set out in Realms. He said he would take you to that pity town. You'll find him near the North Shore." Peter yanked himself around and started to walk over to a tree.

"Aren't you coming, Master Pan?" Skunk asked.

He swiftly turned around. "No, I have to find this stupid girl. Just get out of Storybrooke as fast as you can. Do you understand?" All the boys nodded. "Good." Pan made his way over the crowd to his branch where he slept at night. A hammock fell from the big, heavy branch. Next to it he had is Pan Flue was on the tray and next to that was a bottle of medicine that Wendy gave to him. 

He curled himself up and started to take flight. He pushed himself onto his hammock and lied down on the softest pillow of the island. Tink gave it to him for when he turned twelve for the sixtieth time. Peter turned his head over and glared at his reflection on the bottle. He saw a boy. Just a plan, simple boy without his shadow. 

The Lost Boys have already left for Storybrooke to get back Pan's shadow. Peter Pan was the only boy on the island. Besides, the only girl on the island.  He lifted up his pan flute and started to play his song. A nearby bird joined him so Pan sung the rest.

Neverland, Oh Neverland!

Boys who grow up are band,

From Neverland,

Where Fairies have wings,

And they sting,

with magic,

If you think of a wonderful thought,

Then you are taught,

You can fly,

And you never, ever, ever,

Come Down.

"Oh Wendy, if you didn't leave. We could've been happy. Together. I know I captured you, but that's because I loved you... Now I'm evil because of you!" He cried. The bird flew away from its position and into the night sky. 

He sat the pan flute on its tray next to the hammock. He grasped onto his medicine bottle, popped off the cork screw and stared into his reflection once more. Before he started to chug he saw his first ever kiss. 

On the round table, he saw his rum that Captain James Hook once left behind. Neverland is rum dry. No drop of rum falls on this dreadful island. Pan placed his medicine on the tray and grabbed the rum instead. 

Only a few liters of rum lived within the bottle, "Its been a tough week," Said Pan. He started to chug the rum into his stomach. He wiped red off his pink lips. 

An owl flew in. It dropped off a letter and flew back to wherever it came from. He caught it as it fell down to him. It was telegram. On the big fat side of the envelope read the words.

OZ

Peter tore the letter open and unfolded the paper.

Dear Peter Pan,

You want your shadow, ah? Well meet me at Emerald City mid-day tomorrow. 

Yours Wicked,

Zelena

"What does Zelena want?" Pan asked himself. He rested the telegram on the tray and fell asleep.

"Peter! Help! Help Peter!" A lost boy cried. Peter flew around Neverland trying to find the voice. His dagger was tucked into his belt. He was shivering. Peter knew the voice, it sounded like one of the Lost Boys. He flew around the island eagerly.     

Peter found the voice. It was coming from Skull Rock off the coast of Neverland. He flew as fast as he could to the skull-like-rock and saw a boy yelling. "Hello?" Pan had his dagger in his grip. He raised it above his head and was about to strike until the boy turned it around. It was Ghar.

"Ghar?" Peter asked. "What are you doing?"

He was on four legs. His face was torn up, his nails were claws, and his old green eyes were now gray. 

"This is your fault! You did this! How come you couldn't stay dead?! I hate --" 

"Ghar?' 

Ghar grew facial hair very quickly, his bare hands turned into paws, and his teeth were now fangs. "Gurrr!" Ghar growled.

Peter started to sprint to the eyes of the skull and then threw himself off his feet into mid-air. He turned around and extended his arms and threw out a spell. The spell casted in mid flight then all a sudden a large force field covered the giant skull. It was protecting them from the outside. Peter was safe.

When Peter started to fly off the wild Ghar jumped out of the skull and broke the force field!

His jaw was wide open as he was about to kill Peter.

Peter Pan awoke. 

He was sweating. A puddle of water dripped from the hammock. Thoughts went through the young boys head. Ghar? Is he really a wolf? Could he have been the one that killed Scooter and his boys? But worse of all, Peter didn't do anything about it. Maybe Ghar was in that group by accident and Pan didn't realize it. 

Maybe theirs a wolf disease. Maybe if your bit you get infected and turn into wolfs. Like a Vaolf. A combination of Vampire and Wolves. "That reminds of something I read when I was Henry." Pan said to himself. "Oh yeah! Twilight!" He remembered. 

Peter fixed his outfit up. It was covered in sweat. More sweat dripped through the hammock and onto the ground but it never hit the ground. Instead, a scream occurred. Peter flew off of the hammock. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at the ground. Down on the soils of Neverland, was a young girl with two wolves.