My Shoe Holds A Secret

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I grabbed my bow and my arrows, jumping down from the tree and carving a target onto the trunk. When I was done, I stood 5 metres away and practised shooting the target. It was no problem for me since I did archery back in the main land so I decided to end the bow practise early to practise throwing my dagger. I put the bow down and slipped the dagger from my belt and looked at it carefully. Hook gave me it but I knew it wasn't his. It was far to old and looking at the marks, it was older than Hook himself. It was definitely Pan's. I smiled but soon turned to look behind me as I heard some orders being sent. I grabbed my arrows and my bow before climbing back into my tree. I hid behind a branch whilst crouching on one of the thicker ones.

To my surprise, it was a group of Lost Boys. 5 of them. One of them seemed to be Dan and the other 4 were a mixture of young and old teenagers. I grabbed my dagger and dipped it in the poison before jumping down. They were surprised of my presence but they soon got their own weapons out. "What are you doing her, Felicity? I thought you ran away?" Dan grinned and I frowned. He seemed quite pleased that I returned. That's when I noticed it. Pan planned it all. He made Felix, Dan and even his shadow help us go to see if I would leave. And since I did, he knew he needs to woo me more. I scrunched my nose up and held the knife up to his neck. "Just leave and don't come back. Don't you dare mention me to Pan. And one more thing," I looked at all the Lost Boys, "You better not be using those poor girls."

I let go of Dan's neck and started heading back before one of the mid aged boys said. "You remind me of Peter. Before Wendy left." I looked back and him and frowned.

"And who would you be?" I asked and he smirked, looking at his mates. "Slightly. That guy there," he points to a shorter, brown haired boy, "Is Morgan. And these two are Ben and Finn." I nodded to the boys, appreciating the chat. "Well remember what I said. Now go." I waved them off and soon, they disappeared from sight.

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As the sun set and the moon shone high, I started to get bored and with my earlier nap, I wasn't prepared to go to sleep. I took the pan flute from the belt and looked at it closely. I started blowing some notes, not noticing that I was playing a melody. I frowned when I stopped playing as I looked a couple metres away to see a large bonfire and a lot of boys dancing. I frowned as I didn't remember their houses to be in the trees but I guessed that they just moved camp. I stood on the branch for a long time before Peter started playing, his music entrancing me.

I gripped the tree, biting my bottom lip. What I would give just to go there and dance. I grabbed my flute and played my melody and as I lost breath, I had to put it back on my belt. Still shaking, I started leaping from tree to tree to get to the camp. Once I was on the tree overlooking it, I stared intensely at Pan. His hands gripping tightly on the flute. I whimpered and tried looking away. He must've noticed me because he grinned, stood up and with a flick of his fingers, a sleeping spell hit me, knocking me out.

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My eyesight was blurred but as I opened my eyes, I found myself in my tree in my hammock. I frowned and sat up, grabbing my head as pain hit me. I saw my bag at the end of the hammock and looked inside. I pulled out a book that looked old. It was Peter Pan. I winced in pain. Not from my head, but from my heart. I looked inside as I re-read the book for like the thousandth time. I placed the book back in my bag and slowly jumped down from the tree. 'This is it.' I thought, 'I NEED to see him.'

I was sneaking into the camp, glad that every boy were in their tree houses sleeping. I grabbed my bow and arrows tightly and looked at the houses in the treetops. 'Which one is Pan's?' I thought to myself and looked around. I noticed one house bigger than the others so I decided to climb that ladder, making sure I was silent. Once I got to the top, I got myself inside and found an asleep Peter. The thing was, he looked so vulnerable. As if he was a different person. I walked across the room and climbed on top of the desk, perching myself on the edge, my feathers that were on my clothes ruffled, the redness shimmering in the sunlight. I was balancing myself on my tip toes, crouching down.