Broken Promises

Chapter 3

Y/N POV
I was picking up flowers to bring back with me to the enchanted forest and I couldn't help but feel like I was being followed. I heard a twig snap and began to run but just as I looked back to see who was following me I was knocked out.

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I woke up and immediately put a hand to my head. I groaned and sat up, looking around to see I was in a cage made of branches held together by vines.
"I see you're awake." I looked over to where the voice had come from and saw none other than Peter Pan leaning against a tree, smirking. I rolled my eyes at him and sighed.
"Really? A cage."
"Well you see, I don't allow girls on my-"
I cut him off because it was funny how he thought he owned the island.
"I'm sorry but you seem to think you own this place. When in fact you don't."
I could tell he was getting frustrated.
"And why don't I own this island."
"Because you didn't create it."
He scoffed and twirled a dagger between his fingers.
"Well I seem to recall coming here many times in my dreams when I was a boy."
"Yeah, but you weren't the only child who knew this place existed. Think about it. How many kids have come here? There were probably even kids before you who came here. So unless you were the one singular child who came up with this island, mapped it out, what it would look like, what flowers grew, the animals here, and the plants. Then you didn't create it and you don't own it." After I said that he walked away.

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The sky had grown dark an hour ago and I was starving. I was about to pass out when someone shook my cage. It was a boy who had obviously been here awhile and he was holding a plate of food. He had brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was cute. As he was about to walk away I called out to him.
"Wait!" He turned back towards me.
"Yes?"
"What's your name?"
"Baelfire."
After that I told him my real name. Why you ask? Because I knew I could trust him even if he was a lost boy. We were soon talking like we had known each other forever. He was telling me about his father and how he had been abandoned when Pan walked up to us.
"Bealfire why are you talking to the prisoner?"
"Because she's not a prisoner and there's no one else on this god forsaken island to talk to. Well at least no one as understanding." He walked away and I couldn't help but blush. But what I didn't notice was Pan glaring at Baelfire as he left.