Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 1-Awake

  I snapped out of reality and got lost in Newt just for a moment. He had that effect on me. Always able to pull me under the sea of pure present, where the past cant harm us. Just Newt and I. Together. In our little bubble of happiness.
  It lasted for a few moments. I was snuggled into Newt's chest when I realized the sounds of an ocean around us. As well as faint voices calling from a distance.

  I nudged Newt in the shoulder with my shoulder. "We need to go" I said softly. "Nooooo" was Newt's pouty responce. He was fairly strong, therefore I was held still by cage of arms. "The other shanks are awake. We have to get them before any of those Shuck-faces decide to venture into the forest! You are the second-in-command now made first! Get up! This is coming from your queen!" he smirked at my determination and began to tickle my neck with his nose. I am quite ticklish there, so I giggled like heck. Once I began to attempt wiggling from under him, he loosned his grip on me. We were both laughing when we sat up. My legs felt better, so I tried to stand. I was a tad off-ballance but other than that, I was quite ok. Newt got up without a problem. His hair had sand in it. So did mine. I decided to ignore it and walk toward the crowd of boys. They encircled a body. Chuck. Once Newt saw comotion, he jogged to it despite his limp. He was always like that, so nothing stopped him from rushing over to the group. I followed close behind him. Tears began to staining his cheeks and he mouthed a quiet "No" He caught a glimps of Chuck's body.

  The moment we got there every one ceased speaking. "Newt. Ch-" Mihno was cut off. Newt looked Thomas dead in the eye. Despite the tear stains on his cheeks, Newt looked like the angriest person on Earth. Normaly I would have interveined, but it looked as though if I put a hand on Newt's shoulder like I usually did to comfort him, he would bite it off.
  "You" he seathed through clenched teeth at Thomas. "HE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!" Now his voice was raised to a holler. "YOU COME ALONG WITH YOUR BLOODY HOPE! CLAIMING YOU KNEW THE WAY OUT! WE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU WERE JACKED IN THE HEAD, AND KILL YOU LIKE BEN SUGGESTED!" He began to lunge at a still dumb founded Thomas but was stopped in his tracks. He looked as though he was frozen. A layer of what looked like goo formed on top of him. He was paralized, but could breathe. Impossible! I let out a gasp. When I touched him, I observed that the film of goo wasnt goo at all. It wasnt even moist. It was like a barier. The only sensable explanation as it seems is magic.
"Rule number one of Neverland: Never hurt a fellow Lost Boy"
A voice sounded from the forest.