O'Children (A OUAT Neverland Fanfic)

Chapter 1:The Voice

"There's nothing else you want to do after all your dreams come true. You've become numb. You shouldn't have ever stopped dreaming."

― Toba Beta

Anger can compel you to do many things. It will use you like a pawn on a chessboard. You will fall victim to the rage that boils at the pit of your stomach, It will make a coward out of you.

When Henry escaped Neverland, Peter had found himself lost, angry. He would take this new found rage out on every lost boy that dared cross his path. Fury would drive him insane, send shivers up his spine on the darkest of nights. When he found himself compelled by the darkness, he would light fires. Fires that would grow as furious as the sun. The flames would imitate the bitterness in his eyes, the bonfire a mere reflection of his fury. And when the boys crossed him, he would force them to their knees, take in the fear in their glassy eyes, and spit on them, bruise their fragile little souls, and smirk why'll tears stream down their rosy cheeks.

That's all he felt. Anger. It is all he ever felt. And when it became too much to handle, his malice called upon a last resort.

A sorcerer. One that would heal his wounds, and set him back on path.

He went by the name of Zephyer. A man who wielded a powerful staff that could cast any type of dark magic you desired. One, full with knowledge of what was and would could be. But all this of course, came with a price.

That Peter was most definitely willing to pay.

"Boy, My boy, I feel the malice drip from your serpent tongue and fury pulse through your eager veins. I can cure you of the pain you endure, my son. If only you ask." The sorcerer told him his voice lingering through the night, as if merely an echo, nothing more. A cloak matted upon his shoulders, and his face was hidden by a dark hood.

Of course, Peter asked of assistance. And what did the sorcerer say? Well he told him of the oldest cure in the book, of course.

Love.

It seemed an impossible route. Love? Did he really expect him to feel for some one? But as the sorcerer explained, he did not have to get emotionally involved at all. Just act as he did.

"Find a girl with a willing heart, and a blind eye. She will give you what you seek, if only you play your cards right." The sorcerer promised, clutching a staff in hand, even the light of the fire not catching what hid underneath his hood.

Without a second thought, Peter accepted the Sorcerers help, sealing the deal with the shake of a hand.

Something changed that night. Neverland's sky lit up and no more fires were burnt. Hope gleamed in Peter's eyes, and all it took was a trip to the mainland. But what he didn't know, was that it truly was not that simple.