The Pirate's Daughter • Peter Pan

Chapter 2: The Price To Pay

Chapter 2: The Price To Pay

Third Person

Hook wandered through the island. He knew where he wanted to go, but didn't know how to get there. Whenever he saw the mountain he had once reached with his brother, and started to head towards it, he would look up to see it was no longer there.

"The island keeps changing," a voice informed him from behind, a voice he had heard before. Hook turned around to see a boy, the same boy that had led his brother to his death, the boy that had identified himself as 'Peter Pan'. "You'll never find it at this rate." He was leaning on a tree, a bored look plastered on his face.

"Then how do I get there?" Hook asked, frustrated. He didn't trust the boy, but Pan was his only hope in reaching the mountain.

"I see you had a transformation." Pan eyed him. The last time they had encountered Hook was second in command of the king's navy, and now, he was a pirate.

"Aye. Much has changed." Hook replied simply.

"And yet, you're still looking for that deadly plant." Pan pointed out.

"I need it."

"Why?"

"For my revenge." Pan raised an eyebrow. "Will you tell me how to get there or not?" Hook asked impatiently.

"Depends. What would I get in return?" Pan asked, stepping away from the tree, and towards the pirate.

"Anything. Anything you want." He replied, exasperated. He remembered offering the same thing last time he had been to Neverland. And the boy had taken his brother's life. But he was too determined to care about what he'd loose this time.

Pan raised an eyebrow. "Anything, huh?"

"Yes. Just tell me what you want."

"I'll have to think about that, but in the meantime," Pan pulled out a flask that contained a green sparkling substance inside: magic.

"Fairy dust?" Hook asked. He had come across that kind of magic before.

"No." Pan spat, as if 'fairy dust' was an insult to the substance he was holding. "Pixie dust." He explained, "it's much more powerful. It will get you where you want to go."

He threw it at Hook, who caught it with one hand, obviously since he only had one. The pirate knew this would come with a price. But he wanted his revenge more than anything. He stared at the flask, examining the pixie dust inside. When he looked up, the boy was gone. He opened the flask and let the pixie dust lead him to the mountain: Dead Man's Peak.

•••

Mya's P.O.V

I tried to keep track of my father but he was way to fast for me to follow. Also, I felt the need to stop... multiple times. I rested my head against a tree trunk, catching my breath. Man, I was out of shape.

"Well, well," an unfamiliar voice said. "What do we have here?"

Startled, I jumped, looking around. But there was no one there. Then, out of nowhere, a boy jumped out of a tree. Yup, a tree.

"Who are you?" I asked, backing away. The boy was fairly good-looking... okay, VERY good-looking. But I had a weird vibe coming from him. He had dirty blonde hair and blue-ish eyes, though I couldn't be sure since it was getting dark. He wore a green shirt and trousers.

"Peter, Peter Pan." He replied, coming closer the more I backed away. "You came with the pirate?" It was a statement more than a question, but I answered anyways.