The Game [OLD VERSION] | OUAT

Thirty nights

Pan's P.O.V
It had been twenty-nine nights.

Today was the thirtieth.

I grabbed a small stone from the ground and tossed it angrily in front of me, not paying attention to the direction it went in.

I had been looking after Sienna during all those days, since the very moment she left Baelfire's cave –speaking of whom, I decided to let him try to escape from my island; I had taken it as a challenge. The first nights were almost like a painful torture to me, watching her petite and cold figure curled up next to a small fire. She was still wearing the robes I had given her: the white, delicate blouse, the dark corset around her belly, those tight, brown trousers and her knee-length boots. Occasionally, she would gather her soft, long hair on a lazy side braid, which I found undeniably attractive.

     Snap out of it.

Eventually, her brilliant brain came up with the idea of building a treehouse. It didn't surprise me the fact that she didn't come back; she needed space, time to think and tranquility after everything that had happened. I also decided to ignore the few times she stole from us, taking with her some cloaks, sheets, small pieces of furniture and even food.

I began to watch her more intently when her modest treehouse was eventually finished, and Sienna started training by herself. She started with her bow, and soon was nailing every single shot. That instantly became useful to her, even though she kept on apologizing for every single animal she hunted down in order not to starve, no mattered how tiny it was.

"I am sorry", she would mutter with a hoarse voice, or, "Thank you."

Sienna then began to work on what I wanted to see the most: magic. At first, she would just take a small flower and try to make it bigger, smaller or even make it disappear. However, when she tried it with larger objects, her attempts always failed. She was a fast learner, though; I could observe how close to nature she got every day, occasionally using her magic to reach the berries in the highest branches of the trees.

However, I could sense her loneliness too. Now that Hook, Baelfire and even Jack had abandoned her –each one in their different way–, she felt more lost than ever. But somehow, that solitude made her strength and independence to come out to the surface; her fire was now unstoppable. It had been very hard to hold back the urge to go to her all those days. Peter wanted to talk to her, to hold her in his arms, to gently trail his fingers down her delicate body. But Pan just wanted her back, and punish her for escaping and not obeying his orders.

Today was the thirtieth night. And I didn't care anymore; I would go back to her, either as Peter or Pan.

***

My foot accidentally landed on a fallen branch, making it crack fairly loud.

I glanced behind the tree, looking at the stunning scene before me. The moonlight hit the surface of the lagoon perfectly, reflecting itself in a way in which I wasn't able to see through the dark water. Behind, a long and narrow waterfall fell over the stone like a silver curtain.

Sienna had just come out to the surface again, taking as much air as she could. I instantly hid behind the tree again, not sure if she had seen me. However, she did hear the cracking of the little branch.