Amoung The Shadows

Chapter 15-Druids and Other Enemies

  Peter looked down at Hook, whose eyes were frozen wide. A sick smile played on Peter's lips. I watched without moving. So did the Lost Boys and Gladers behind me. By now, some people had gotten into the room.

  Peter raised his hand and everything stopped. Everyone held their breath. Peter made a fire ball and said,
"They say burning to death is the most painful way to die." I gasped. I really hope Peter isn't THAT cruel
As though Peter had heard my thought, the fire ball dissapeared and Hook wasnt frozen anymore. Ropes were binding him though.
"But we will see whether that theory is correct or not later." Peter smiled at Hook.
"Now...I would like to know where you put my sister." The fire did not dissapear, it was stored in Peter's eyes.

  Hook let out a growl like sound and shook his head. "Why dont we play a game. I know you love them." Then he whistled so loud, I thought it would shatter my eardrums. Something is about to happen...
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  Shure enough, pirates flooded into the room from the other side of where we were. "Halt men." Hook spoke.
"We will battle. If my men win, we get your girlfriend, and you will leave. If you win, you will be able to leave safely with the girl and Allison. Deal?" I did not notice that Hook was on his feet. I was more concerned about the pirates that seemed to easily outnumber us 2on1.

  "Deal" Peter grunted. "Let's play." His smile grew big again. Peter took off Hook's binds in a split second. Hook masaged his wrists, and grinned. Then he held up his hand, and sharply dropped it.
  Battle commenced.
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  Peter dissapeared into the group, and I did not have a chance to go after him because a scrawny pirate, around 15 years old advanced on me.

  I ran through the door Peter came out from and found myself on the deck. The boy stepped out as well.

"So yer Peteer's las?" He asked with a heavy scottish accent. What is up with this island and accents?! Everyone has one, except for me!
"Yeah, I am. Got a problen with it lad?" I asked in a fake brittish accent. I am honestly good at this.
"Not reely"He said shrugging. He began to circle me.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Name's Daniel. My sister called me Danny." He said glassy-eyed.
  "Why did you tell me that?"I asked.
"Well...I tell 'at to e'ry las, in hope that I'll find my sister one day."
"How did you lose her?"I asked stalling for time"
"Bad people took her away. It was some org'nization."
 
  I stopped. So did time. It was one of the realization moments,
"Why'd you stop, las? I cant hurt yee if your like 'at." I dropped my sword. Tears attacked my eyes, and my heart hurt. I ran toward him.
"Daniel! You grew up so much" I hugged him as tightly as possible.
"What's your sur name then?"
 
  He asked as I cried into his shoulder. His sword was on the ground, but he did not hug back. His accent was clearly fake, because when he spoke now, it wasn't there.
"F-Fairch-child...Fairchild...My name is Faith Fairchild. I remember that my name was actually Nadia. Na-Di-A. It also means Faith, except in another language." I stopped crieng when his arms snaked around me andheld me tight to the strong body, then I felt warm drops land on my shoulder. My brother. I found him. My little Daniel Fairchild.
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Peter stepped through the door and his eyes widened when he saw me hugging Danny.
"Faith?" He asked catiously.
I let go of Daniel and looked him up and down. Then, I stepped next to Danny and took his hand in mine.
"This, Peter is my little brother, may I present to you, Daniel Fairchild." I laughed and blushed.
Peter's eyebrow went up. Soon, he nodded as though he understood.

  Peter dissapeared only to appear directly infront of Danny who didnt even flinch.
"Welcome to Neverland, Lost Boy, Daniel Fairchild." Peter beemed.
"Now, let's go find my sister." Said Peter.

  At that, we set off to seek Allison. Peter, My brother, and I.