Chapter Sixteen

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  When we got to camp, we began training with the lost boys. We did target practice with knives. I was pretty close to making a bullseye the whole time. Pan was just walking around and watching the lost boys. After practice, all the lost boys dance around the fire and Pan starts playing his pipe. I sit alone for a while, mesmerized by the music. I walk over to Pan and lay my head on his shoulder. When I did that he skipped a note. I chuckle and he smirks slightly. He stops playing the pipe after a while but, the music was still playing. "You're good at playing the pipes." I said. "Thanks." He said as he put his arm around me. "I need you to help me with something." He said. I was confused by what he was talking about. "What do you need help with?" I ask. "Getting the heart of the truest believer. We need to get him back here or else I will die." I nod. "Ok. I'll help you."

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