Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 3- Pan's Camp

Peter Pan's camp was quite interesting. It was like a small city with litteraly all boys. Most heads turned. There was a big hut on a tree on the left side of the clearing a few yards away from us. There were many other smaller ones on smaller trees on the farther right. In the middle there was a big pit that resembled a coulderon. To my left there was a space decorated with many targets as well as various weapons that were littered around the space. There were also many boys about my age battling or throwing sharp objects at targets. Mihno's eyes lit up. If there was combat he was interested. He wasnt too violent...but he did like to have fun in ways most boys who survived the Maze did. Combat. Newt was carefully studieng the camp and so was I. Peter turned to look at the group sharply, there was a matter to be addressed and out didn't look cheerful on the contrary.

"Welcome to my camp boys...and girls." he frowned ever so slightly at the word girls but continued:"Here you will learn to protect yourself as well as your fellow lost boys in ways you didn't know possible, considering your previous whereabouts." He smirked at the last part and looked at Teresa and I. Then he appeared behind us and placed a hand on either of our shoulders. Teresa had somehow ended up standing next to me, because I don't quite recall her walking toward me. We both gasped, but then I scowled. "Really Pan? I will ask you this once again stop doing that! Because next time you appear behind...or in front of Teresa and I, you will lose your head to my bare hand!" I seered at him but he just shrugged.

He looked at me smiled toothily, leaned close to my ear, and whispered:"You've got fire. I like fire." I recal him saying that earlier...

Some boys who were originaly at the camp had begun to stare. I looked around and noticed a group of boys carrieng a body on what looked like a bed of leaves and wood tied together. I also noticed a boy around my age walking with another boy's arm drapped around his neck. He was supporting a boy in clean looking clothing. The boy had a familiar face. Gally.