Everything was quiet and still, often meaning danger in this world. There were no ripples in the water, no sounds or an Indian celebration. No shouts of young boys chasing each other around. Just silence.
Tiger Lily sits up, nervous. Her eyes flicker to the window. "Emilia, wake up." Her daughter sits up, blinking sleep from her eyes.
"What's going on, mother?" she asks, noticing her mother's nervous stance.
"Danger is coming. I can feel it." she replies, her dark eyes serious. "You have to go." I know of some friends that will help you." Emilia stares at her mother, shocked.
"You want me to leave? Now?" she squeaks. "But what danger is there anymore? Rumplestiltskin killed Pan and we drove the Lost Boys out." she wonders. Her mother hands her a magic bean.
"Think of what I've told you of Storybrooke. Look for Killian Jones or Emma Swan." A thump of feet lands on the roof, startling them. "Go." Emilia nods. " Leave the house first, though." Tiger Lily adds. "They won't work inside." She steps outside the hut, seeing other Indians looking up in horror.
A girl of about 16, with caramel brown hair looks around, a familiar impish grin on her face. She's wearing very familiar attire as well. It's all green and brown and her eyes are surrounded by dark liner. She looks accomplished, like a ruler surveying her kingdom.
"This is it." she whispers. Emilia narrows her eyes against the pale moonlight. Her dark, curly hair falls over her shoulders.
"Are you ready, Neverland?" she calls loudly, her dark lined eyes smoldering. A lot of them stand in silence, while a few murmur anxiously. One of the Indians murmurs, "Is that Peter Pan?"
"My brother's death was tragic," the stranger continues. "But I made him a promise. As long as I was alive, he was never going to die." A lot of Indians below murmur in fear. "So I'm holding up to my promise. I am Aileena Pan." she pauses. "The new leader or Neverland."
