Angel (Peter Pan Fanfic)

The Funeral

Lyla felt inexplicably nauseous. No that was a lie. She felt explicably sick. There was reason. 

It was the afternoon after the battle against the Natives. A funeral was being hosted at the beach for the Lost Boys who had fallen in battle. The poor, unfortunate Lost Boys who had paid the ultimate price for Peter Pan's agenda. It was positively sickening.

The Lost Boys who were close to the deceased went up beside the pyres and shared stories about them. Some of them comical, trivial, short, inspiring, long, and heartbreaking.

Henrik. Kenji. Philip. Alex. Those were their names. She hadn't met a single one of them, but by the end of the funeral, she knew enough to have been their lifelong friend.

Henrik was a daredevil who once dove off The Cliff and miraculously survived but nearly drowned. He was also missing a finger because he got a little overzealous when playing 'the knife game'. His entire family had been executed by the evil queen except for him including his 3 younger sisters. He was only 14 when he came to Neverland.

Kenji was excellent with a sword because his family carried on the tradition of samurai warriors. Well, before they died in an explosion. He was apparently an amazing chef and had a massive sweet tooth. Aaron told a story about how Kenji killed the pirate who had murdered Rufio, the third in command before Apollo.

Philip was coined as the most theatrical Lost Boy to ever be. Even more so than Peter Pan. He never knew his family and was abandoned at a traveling circus as a baby. He was a true performer, an acrobat, and a magician. The little Lost Boys loved him and bawled when it was his turn to be talked about. Leo, Rory, and Cassie went up beside his pyre and told the group how he always magically made candy appear from behind their ears.

Alex was hotheaded and always getting into fights. No one knew his past, he never talked about it. He had strong opinions and never backed down from them. He was also remarkably brave. Oliver told a story of Alex being used for target practice because he disrespected Pan and refused to take it back. The target practice didn't end until he was hit and bleeding out. And even then, he never took back what he said to Pan.

Henrik's, Kenji's, Philip's, and Alex's pyres were lit on fire by Felix to conclude the funeral. Leo's, Rory's, and Cassie's collective sniffling was heartbreaking. A few other Lost Boys were crying too.

It made Lyla sick to her stomach. These boys didn't deserve to die and they only had because of Peter Pan. She didn't care what Apollo had said to her when she first came here. Pan may have saved them from being alone, but they didn't owe him anything. And they certainly didn't owe him their lives.

And the worst part of this funeral? Peter Pan didn't even show up...

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Back at camp there was a bonfire in honor of the 4 dead Lost Boys. Lyla guessed this was their idea of a wake. She didn't really understand how 'dancing' like a bunch of hooligans helps the grieving process, but she guessed it was subjective to each person.

There were activities going on other than dancing too. Some boys were playing the knife game, others were doing target practice with crossbows. Leo, Rory, and Cassie were running around playing tag. Apollo, Colton, Lyla, and Aaron were sitting in a small circle playing truth or dare.

"Aaron truth or dare?" Apollo asked.

"Dare."

Apollo smirked thinking of something good. "I dare you to... eat 5 raw eggs. No chewing either! You have to swallow them whole."

Aaron's cocky grin fell. "Dude what the hell? That's nasty!" He protested.

Lyla felt sick just thinking about it. Raw eggs are so...slimy. Cue shudder. Apollo quickly jogged over to the dining table and grabbed 5 raw eggs. (The dining table is enchanted to provide the food you think of)