Monster // Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) (OUAT)

Chapter Three

A/N:

I felt like writing so I decided to update! Thank you so much for 400 reads, I know it isn't an insane number but I appreciate it! <3

Sorry for the slowness, again. It will speed up(:

I hope you like it!

Song Recommendations:
The Last Stand by Koda
August by Abandon All Ships

Chapter Three

Days In Neverland: 1

We walked for a long time.

I watched his demeanor, to see if I could read his intentions. But unfortunately, he was blank, and quite frankly, I was scared.

At this point in our trek, the trees changed. From lush, tropical palms and leafy bushes, to woodsy and herbaceous ones. And, from there, they grew from tall and lanky to thick and wide. It was like traveling through the climate zones.

Finally, we reached an upward slope.

"Over this hill," Peter Pan said, "there's camp."

The sky had already darkened, and smoke was rising from atop the hill.

Peter Pan grabbed my hand and led me up the slope, careful to step over sticks that scraped at our legs and leaves we crunched on. His burlap pants kept his legs safe; though my shins were all scratched up and bleeding at the top of the hill.

As we reached the end, we found an enormous clearing in the forest. Along the outer edges were flatter trees that held nine large huts. Two of them were exceptionally larger than the others, the rest just a little smaller.

In the spaces between each hut were trails that led to different parts of the forest, and a sign stood at the front of each one, probably stating its destination. I looked at the one at the end of the trail we stood on; "Beach."

Of course, it's where we just came from. And from camp, that's where this trail led.

In the center of the clearing was a ring of large stones, possibly to sit on, surrounding a fire pit, one that was blazing and rich with heat. And dancing around it, with pipes and thick clothes, clanking their wooden instruments together with their steps, were six boys. One stayed sitting on a chosen stone, hood hanging over his head.

"This is camp," Peter Pan said suddenly, shaking me from my trance and I looked back at him. I smiled shyly. "Like it?"

"It's...it's lovely," I said, "where will I be staying?"

He placed a hand on my shoulder and pointed to the hut on the end of the semi-circle. "There," he murmured, "that's your hut."

I frowned. "You just happened to have an open hut?"

He stood straighter and moved his hand away. "No," he said, "one of our lost boys left, so now you have a hut."

I didn't ask further questions. "Oh."

Peter Pan walked closer to fire pit, then inserted two fingers in his mouth and whistled piercingly, stopping the boys of their motions.

The boy with the hood over his eyes looked up a little, and the ones dancing quickly chose a stone and sat down on it.

It was dead silent as he crossed the clearing, taking a little time to get there and standing behind the fire.

"We have a guest!" he announced.

I didn't move.

"Andria," he called, turning over his shoulder. All the boys' eyes diverted into my directions, leaving me feeling small. "Come."

I sheepishly walked off the gravel path and onto the grass, giving relief to my bare, blistered feet. As I crossed the clearing, I felt more and more vulnerable and before I knew it, I was standing beside Peter Pan near the fire.

"Boys, let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" he said.

The boy closest stood up, setting his wooden instruments on the grass and then looking at me. Brown hair, brown eyes, simply attractive and alluring. I smiled a little at him, and he smiled back.

"Get to it," Peter Pan urged.

"I'm Kian," the boy said, nodding his head at me, "welcome to Neverland."

I smiled shyly at him for reassurance as he sat back down.

They went in order, next being Chester. He had curly, dirty hair piled on his head and a scar across his left cheek. Then being Tyrel, dark skin and dark eyes, he was well-built and had an extremely deep voice.

Then Gale, very short, dusty brown hair, and spoke meekly. Peter Pan didn't seem to waste much time on him and he noticed.

Mason looked to be about eleven, the youngest I could see from here. He had ginger hair and little green eyes.

Lastly was Oliver, who muttered his name and tightened his jaw bitterly. I frowned a little at his reaction toward me.

"And finally," Peter Pan raised a hand toward the boy sitting on the center stone, face still hidden under his hood. He stood up, throwing the fabric behind him and shaking out his blonde hair.

"Felix," he said, lifting his face just high enough so I could see his smirk and scar that crossed vertically on the right side of his face. I winced a little but managed to control it unnoticeably.

"Alright," Peter Pan announced, "introductions are over," he looked down at me, "Andria, feel free to mingle, yeah?"

I nodded shyly as the boys got back up and continued their dancing. When I turned to Peter Pan, he was walking toward the center hut, one of the two larger.

Then, he stopped, and spun on his heel in the grass, his boot crinkling each blade.

"Kian," he hollered.

I turned around to see him jogging toward us.

"Pan?" he asked.

"Give Andria a run-down of the rules and guidelines," he ordered, "I'm gonna hit the hay."

Kian nodded as Peter Pan continued crossing the clearing toward the hut. When he reached the ladder, I turned back to Kian.

"So," he said, holding out a hand, "want to go for a walk through the trails or talk in the hut?"

"Hm," I thought, "hut. Trails tomorrow?"

He nodded. "Of course."

A/N:

So I got my driver's permit and I got a car! It's a 2001 Rav 4, and it wasn't very expensive. I'm so in love with it. 2014 is bomb af tbh