The Game [OLD VERSION] | OUAT

Abilities

Sienna's P.O.V
Pan had decided that my punishment to attempt to hurt him was to leave me alone in the middle of the dense jungle –and find the way back to camp by myself.

     Though, I was still stunned about what had happened before. I was struggling to understand why I kissed Pan back, as I had no reasons to do it.

     I don't like him, do I?

     No, I didn't. Maybe he'd used his magic to bring me closer to him, and to make kiss him back. Nevertheless, I didn't feel like it. I'd never felt forced or controlled. They were just my spontaneous actions... and perhaps that's why I'd pushed him away. Precisely, because I was like that; determined but bewilderingly conflicting.

     I shook my head, trying to set all those thoughts aside. I had more important issues to mull over rather than a narcissistic teenager who brought me to the edge of my patience's abyss.

     Suddenly, Pan's game came to my mind; it wasn't over yet. And the fact that I'd returned to camp didn't mean that I was willing to withdraw; I wouldn't give up. Not yet.

     I looked in front of me cautiously: I'd ended up in an enchanting clearing. The dirt of the way magically turned into green grass with a blanket of delicate, colorful flowers covering it. The way the moonlight went through the green leaves of the scant trees cloaked the air, transforming it into a mysterious yet peaceful atmosphere.

     A green dust danced in the air, awakening an almost forgotten memory in my mind.

     The bean.

     That green dust reminded me of the fake bean that Pan had made up in the Skull Rock, when all this began.

     That bean wasn't real. It was just a picture, an image that pretended to be a real one, but couldn't be brought to life. In anyway.

     Wait. That wasn't true. Of course it wasn't, and I knew it because Pan had taught it to me. I knew a way to bring that bean to life. I just had to...

     Believe.

     I closed my eyes, biting my lower lip in anticipation. I needed to concentrate on my mind and only on my mind; I imagined the bean, pictured every single inch of it in my head. I could even sense the strong magic that the yet inexistent object exuded. I loosened my fists and slowly opened my palms with my eyes still tightly closed and my heart pounding in my chest. I could almost touch it, sense it between my fingers.

     I'll finally get off this island.

     My light blue eyes fluttered open, their dark pupils instantly gazing my hand: it was empty. I huffed angrily, frustrated with myself.

     I repeated the process a couple of times. In the very end, it always seemed to work but, eventually, all the efforts were in vain. It seemed like I didn't have that ability anymore.

     "Why isn't it working?" I growled out loud, kicking the floor in exasperation.

     "What do we have here?" a sudden voice spoke from the shades. "Is our Lost Girl lost?"

     I narrowed my eyes and my shoulders tensed up in alert. His voice came from behind my back. Felix.

     "You can come out now, Felix" I spat bitterly, immediately hearing his footsteps.

     The moment they came close enough, I turned around to face him. He was wearing, as usual, his dark brown cloak, his hood falling over his face, covering half of it. The big club he normally carried was resting on his right shoulder, and his hand held its end loosely.

     "What are you doing here?" I asked him as he removed his hood.

     I observed him carefully for a few seconds. He had warm, green-grayish eyes that, however, could look daggers at you in the most painful way. My own eyes, though, only focused on his scar. That scar had me intrigued ever since I'd seen him for the first time.

     "Apparently, saving a damsel in distress." he scoffed, knowing I would answer him back.

     "I'm not in distress," I hissed ruthlessly. "And, above all else, I definitely am not a damsel."

     "Whatever you say, fair lady." oh, now he was really putting my patience through its paces. "So, did Pan leave you here? Something happened between you two, didn't it?"

     I shot him a distrustful look.

     Why are you here, Felix?

     "There's always something going on with Pan." I answered cautiously. I still didn't understand what Felix wanted from me. "Nothing new."

     "Wrong." Felix replied severely, stepping closer. We were only some feet away from each other. "Many things are new, Lost Girl. And you're the very first one of them."

     I furrowed my brow in bewilderment.

     What are we? Mates? Friends? Or perhaps enemies?

     "Whatever you say, brave gentleman." I mocked him, but those two words had a bitter taste on my tongue. They were...

     "That's what Pan called your dear friend... Jack, wasn't it?" Felix questioned chuckling.

     Of course, I should've known.

     "Where is he? Didn't he come with you?" Felix asked again, although he perfectly knew the answer. "I guess neither did Baelfire... or should I better say your step-brother?"

     Brother. Hours ago, I felt incensed, enraged. I felt betrayed by Jack, and that's what had made me decide to go back to Pan's camp. But I was starting to feel guilty too; guilty because I hadn't even given him the chance to explain himself. I didn't answer Felix's question, but I lowered my gaze to my hand, which was now holding the coin with the carved skull.

     Baelfire had felt the same way towards me; I was the daughter of the man who supposedly destroyed his family. But it wasn't my fault. I never chose to be that person.

     As well as Jack never chose to come to me.

     He had always taken care of me like he was my older brother, looking after me in every moment. And, in repay, I'd just disdained him.

     I looked back at the coin, all my feelings giving away and my firm mask of insensitivity being taken off. A single tear left my glassy eyes, going down my reddened cheek.

     "Isn't it funny?" I vaguely heard Felix. I felt numb, as if my body was drowning underwater. "The things we haven't thought about in years still have the ability to make us cry."

     I had just come to realize that I had the family I'd always wanted; that I had two brothers.

     And I'd lost them both.