My soldier, Her Irish Angel

Chapter 8

"Wherever there is darkness there is light and wherever there is light there is hope" - By The Smart Arse Haley Cullen

The Lost soldier

"Please Four one more chapter" I look right into Rufio's eyes.

"I already read 3 times for bed" he pouted but then decided I was right so he went under the covers.

I chuckle, looking at Gray already knocked out, I turn off the lights and leave the tent after hearing Rufio's soft snores. I smile at least he is going to be alright. I then feel something like something on the sea is coming towards the island, I flash to the beach I take in the saltiness and let the blow past me. I look out to the sea and I see it, I see the Jolly Rodger coming towards the island. Not know, I put Rufio to sleep I go back to the camp, I see everyone is packing up for the night but I stop them. "Guy's grab your weapons Hook is coming for a visit and I could assure you the outcome is not going to be pretty, so slightly, nibs go wake up Gray and the three of you are to protect Rufio with your lives if anything happens I hold you responsible."

The boys nodded their heads and headed off. Peter soon got out of his tent hearing the scurrying of quick feet and redrawing of weapons. He looks at me, and he must have known because he comes back outside with his dagger and he hands me mine. I put my hood over my head, and put my dagger in my boot. I had a cloak that went up to my ankles when I am fighting, it was this dark blue that almost could be black but you could still tell it was blue. Then we start walking when I meet up with my girls, my friends TinkerBelle my Right Hand, The lost Princess Tigerlily, The Lost Siren Sophie, and my Honorary Lost Girl Daphne. We meet up and they see my face and they already know we leave the lost 10 steps behind us. We keep on walking heading for the clearing, Hook knows by now that he can't avoid us so he knows to meet here. Plus he knows that if he doesn't follow our rules here it's like asking for death so it's not like he will disobey well...not more than he already has.

I let my mind go as I hide behind a tree in the clearing as the lost boys show themselves waiting for the pirate to come. Rather rude of him to come when we are about to go to sleep. I think for a moment if I were to meet someone here. If they would like me if I was as I used to be naive, stupid, trusting, nice, and optimistic. Such a funny thing considering now that I am a pessimist. The answer is a probable yes, but I can't I refuse to be vulnerable. I refuse to let too many emotions show. I close my eyes and dream letting me be taken the dream part of the island where only newcomers are allowed to visit besides my brother, my closest friends, and myself of course.

I'm in the same clearing weird there aren't as many newcomers as there used to be. No more believers, why? Who wouldn't want to believe there is a place where they could escape the evils of the world? But then again that means they're facing them head on, so good for them. It's just that the people who come here just get to be part of a different game since they weren't able to play the last one. One where they actually get an advantage that is fair. No one is left out or hurt, as I keep thinking these thoughts I then see a boy. He reminds me of how I used to so nice, fragile, innocent, and hopeful. Why is he here then if he's still hopeful?

Or the bigger question why was he here or why was his hope fading in the first place? I look deeper, there is something wrong though I could sense it. It's somewhere hidden behind his eyes I know because that's exactly where I hide my pain that I don't want to be seen. I look at myself I realize my hood went down with the wind so I pick it back up and put it on. My hood actually drapes over my head so it's impossible to see under it helps the illusion that I am a dude and not a girl. Everyone would think I'm weak if they knew I was a girl the reason being was because the world was so sexist, my friends didn't care though they stood to be who they were because they didn't believe themselves to be weak. I knew I was, on the contrary, I would've only been Pan's defenseless little sister. So I came up with a better title the Peter and Four Pan the rulers of Neverland, see has a better ring to it...