Neverland's Darkest Shadow

Chapter 3- Meeting Peter

I didn't know where I was going. I had no clue at all! I just followed the tall, mysterious, hooded figure that led me through the thick woods. I made sure to follow very close so I wouldn't get lost; and he still hadn't answered my question...

"So...where are you from?" The figure asked before I could re-ask my question.

"I'm from London." I replied, "Do you know where that is?" A low chuckle came from the boy.

"I would hope I should know. I'm from there. We all are." He replied in a mellow-tone. My eyes widened at his response; and I knew he could tell what I was thinking.

"Heh... you're probably wondering who 'we' are?" His sneer was apparent in his voice. I felt scared as to what his answer would be, "I am the second hand leader of our gang."

"What gang?" I asked; but before he could answer we reached an open area that was so hidden nobody would be able to find it unless they were led there. In the middle of the open space was a lit camp fire and sitting just inches away from the fire on a large rock was another hooded figure.

This boy was wearing a different coloured cloak than the one I was following. The embroidery and design was so unique...the base colour was red, and the design was golden swirls. Each cloak was ground length.

The boy was playing a wooden piped instrument that was bound together with string. The sound that escaped the opening at the bottom in which he blew was so enchanting, so hypnotizing. The world seemed to slow down as I listened to it...

"You can hear it, can't you?" A medium-deep voice arose from the boy who was playing the pipe. He didn't look up, but the glow from the fire casted a shadow on him. All I could see was soft, brown hair.

"Yes." I answered quietly. I wonder if this is the boy who needed me for whatever reason.

"I can take it from here, Felix." The boy told the one I was following. Felix pulled down his hood and turned to reveal his face.

Felix had sunken cheeks, and thin lips. He had very short blonde hair and deep eyes that seemed to stare and never turn away. He was attractive, I suppose; but he scared the crap out of me. I don't know why these guys were wearing cloaks.

"I'll see you later..." Felix bowed his head and winked. I shivered and stepped back as Felix left for the woods once again. I watched him as he left and disappeared into the darkness.

"Now," the boy sitting on the rock spoke softly, as if he were trying not to scare me. Too bad it wasn't working, "You're probably wondering why I had my shadow bring you here." His British voice is so sexy...good lord...

"THAT was YOUR shadow," I asked, shocked, "It doesn't even look like you... I think." The boy chuckled, removed his hood and stood up. I could've fallen over from his attractiveness... he had soft, brown hair, and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle but held secrets at the same time. His lips were plump and full.

Words can't explain how attractive this boy was...

"W-who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my composure as the glow of the fire illuminated his face and his devious grin. Like Felix, I was scared but enticed at the same time.

"I'm Peter," he licked his lips, "Peter Pan." He smiled and raised his left eyebrow. I didn't believe him at first, but by the look in his face I could tell he was speaking the truth. Peter Pan was a just a fake character in mother's stories, or so I thought.

"I'm Crystal."

"I know."

I had to take a moment to make sure my fangirl inside was calmed down before I spoke again, "Why am I here, Peter? Why do you need me?" Peter turned and began walking around the campfire.