The Pirate's Daughter • Peter Pan

Chapter 3: Just Believe

Chapter 3: Just Believe

"Time to wake up, Mya." Someone whispered in my ear.

I groaned. I was still tired. I turned around so I was facing the opposite direction the voice was coming from. It was then I realized I was lying facedown on a hammock, my face resting on a pillow of some sort. "Mya, wake up." The voice said, more serious this time.

"Five more minutes." I muttered, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Well, I tried to be nice." The voice had changed this time; it was darker, and angrier. Before I could open my eyes I felt the hammock being tilted sideways. I fell on my butt.

"Ouch." I spat, looking up at my attacker: Peter. Why was I not surprised? It was then I recalled all the events of last night, which involved being kidnapped by a bunch of teenagers. He was looking at me, pretty proud of himself for waking me up. "You should know I'm not very pleasant when I don't sleep enough." I informed him.

"When are you ever?" He mocked me, holding out his hand for me to take. I sat up by myself. He didn't seem surprised I refused his help, and let his arm fall by his side.

"What did you blow in my face?" I asked, remembering the red dust.

"Poppies." He explained, "I could have used magic but you're not really worth the effort." He shrugged, I felt insulted.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I insisted, crossing my arms.

"It means, you're a non-magical being. You're weak enough to stay asleep for enough time just with poppies." He sounded annoyed for having to explain, or mildly bored.

"...Well, that's insulting." I frowned.

He laughed, a weird laugh. I couldn't tell if it was genuine or... evil. "C'mon, let me introduce you to the lost boys." He started leading me towards the exit. We were in some kind of room made of wood, the only furniture was the hammock I had slept on and some carpets lying on the floor. I guess that's where the 'lost boys' slept.

I stopped walking. "Oh, you mean the boys who kidnapped me along with you." I realized, emphasizing the last word.

"Well I doubt you would have come willingly." He was right.

"Good point." I considered. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"Oh, I didn't kidnap you," he said, "you're part of a fair exchange. Your father wanted dreamshade and I gave it to him, in exchange for you."

I didn't believe a word he said. My father would never trade me for a plant. "I don't believe you. He wouldn't do that."

"Well, he did. Guess he cares more about revenge than he does about you." I scowled at him. He was wrong. My father might have been obsessed with his revenge but not enough to sell me out. He ignored my scowl and led me to the exit, a big hole. I stepped through it, careful not to hit my head and found myself in a huge clearing. I turned and realized I had slept in a tree trunk. A big tree trunk.

"You live in a tree?" He nodded, "aren't you worried about the termites?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "This is Neverland. There are no termites."

"That's convenient." Was all I said. He spoke fondly of Neverland, it made me wonder if he had always lived here, and with who. "Where are your parents?" I asked, a weird look appeared on his face, I couldn't put my finger on it. But before he could reply, a boy came towards us. I recognized he was the boy who had grabbed me. He ignored me completely, which I thought was incredibly rude of him, and whispered something in Peter's ear, too quiet for me to hear.