A Story That Will Never Die {Henry Mills/OUAT} [2]

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Henry and I were sat on a stone, after having woken up before from that weird sleep. I had thought I heard Neal at one point, but he's dead. Right? He has to be, he wouldn't have let Pan take us again if he were alive and really there. "You look bored," I muttered, putting my chin in my hands as my elbows rested on my thighs.

A boy with dark brunet hair and freckles approached Henry, and nudged- no, poked -Henry with a stick with what seemed to be a rock or spearhead at the end. Something pointy, that's all I could see. Henry stood and yelled out a sound of pain, so I too stood and walked to shove the boy. Henry grabbed my hand and stopped me from touching him before I could do anything though. The boy smirked a little in satisfaction as I pulled my hand away from Henry's and crossed my arms.

The boy scoffed and inspected Henry, "So, you're the kid Pan's been looking for all this time." He took his stick and prodded Henry in the chest, this time harder Henry backed away and I pursed my lips, looking over at Henry. I gave him a look that said 'can I please hurt him?' I knew Henry wouldn't let me punch him, so instead, I did it without him looking. Once Henry had looked away and I quickly reached my fist up and punched Devin square in his nose, causing it to bleed viciously. That's what you get when you mess with my friends.

The boy only glared at me and pounced at me, causing me to attack him back. Henry kept trying to pull him off me and yell for him to stop, but Devin only turned to him with a growl, "If you can't take this, how are you gonna handle what Pan has in store for you?" The boy poked him in the chest with his stick and Henry looked down and noticed a stick lying on the ground. The boy looked amused and saw it to be a game, nodding at it and encouraging Henry to pick up the stick. As soon as Henry picked it up, he jumped off of me and charged at Henry, having a what these boys would call a "playful" fight.

Everyone was watching, me included. They were harmlessly playing, and even if I didn't like this guy, I couldn't exactly beat him up for this. Pan started t talk after they used their sticks, "Not bad. But wouldn't it be more fun, if you had real swords?" He was leaning against a rock, but soon pushed off of it to walk towards us. I shivered as Henry told him that he'd never used a real sword in a shaky voice. "This is Neverland and you have the heart of the truest believer. You can use whatever you want," Pan said, walking round him and placing a hand on his shoulder from behind and handed him the stick, "You just need to believe, Henry. Close your eyes and believe you're holding a real sword."

Henry closed his eyes, and once he opened them again, he's holding a sword with a long blade in hand. Woah... that's amazing! I resisted the urge to slap Pan as he walked to me and put his arm around me. I was his. His little pawn, his little play toy. I couldn't be anymore disgusted by him. "What are you waiting for? Go on," Pan encouraged Henry, his hand and arm moving down to my back, keeping me close. He whispered something about how I'm always going to be his now, but I tried not to listen. Henry charged the boy and all the Lost Boys cheer him on. "Go on! Go for it! Keep going! Come on!" Pan yelled in encouragement, and with one stroke, Henry cut the boy's stick in half, then cuts a little off of it again, but with one final swing he had struck his opponent and cut him, drawing blood on the boy's cheek. Pan looked impressed and amused with everything, and I felt terrible for not trying to stop Henry sooner. Pan's fear of me had faded a few hours ago, so now it's back to him telling me what to do.

Henry- who was by then a shocked mess -started to apologize to the boy, "I'm sorry. It was an accident." The boy gave him a look that showed obvious disbelief and I sighed, wishing Pan would stop.

"Henry. Don't you know the best thing about being a Lost Boy?" Pan asked, walking away from me to pick up Henry's sword. He gave it to him and said,

"You never apologize." Pan turned to the Lost Boys, making a gesture as he called, "Come on!" The Lost Boys cheered and clapped loudly. As Peter encouraged Henry to raise his arm in an victorious gesture, which he did.

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Later, Henry and I were sitting down a rock, facing away from all the Lost Boys as he drew lines in the sand. I knew Pan wanted me away from Henry and any of the other men, in fact he told me to go talk with Wendy- Wendy Darling. However, I decided that I shouldn't and I should stay with the one boy that isn't insane or crazy loud: Henry. We were talking when I noticed Henry was interrupted by a soft poking on the back with a stick. Well, that's improvement, I'll admit. "What do you want? I don't want to fight again, okay?" Henry said to him, and I stood as Henry did.

"I didn't come to fight," the boy said to him, putting the stick down in the ground. "I came to deliver a message," he added as he pushed Henry and I back to talk in a little more private area. "Your family is here," the boy said,

"What?" Henry asked in surprise. I leaned over to ask if he was actually going to believe this jerk, that he was probably only doing his to get backs at him. I knew Henry could be a little naive and gullible, so I was just watching out for him.

"They're on the island - trying to find you," the boy explained.

"Y-y-you're making this up, because I cut your cheek. You're trying to get back at me," Henry said to him, agreeing with me. I chose not to say a word, because it was obvious the message was meant for Henry, after all they're his birth family. Just my adoptive family. Even if I feel like I belong, like I'm supposed to be with them, I can't help but feel that I'm less than family because I'm adopted. If Mary Margaret or David heard me say that though, they'd lecture me about how family means everything to them and I am most certainly family.

"I'm not making it up," the boy said, "Look." He held out a mirror to Henry and I sat down, wanting to give him his time with them. He was the one in real danger, not so much me.

"Henry, are you okay?" Regina asked, and then Emma asked, "Henry, Aria, can you hear me?"

"Mom?" Henry said in disbelief, looking down at the women. I looked over at them and smiled, though they probably couldn't see me.

"I'm here, too, Henry! Where's Aria? Is she okay?" Mary Margaret asked as she came into frame. It was only obvious that she'd ask about me, I am her one of her best friends after all. Plus, we've formed a special bond that I should've had with my birth mother, but never did. I smiled and called out that I was fine, causing Mary Margaret to sigh in relief as Emma and Regina just kept smiling at Henry. They were so happy to see him safe.

"This is a trick," Henry said to himself, as Emma denied that it was a trick, insisting that it was real. She then said that it was Operation Cobra Rescue, that it was them. "Y-you're here?" Henry asked in obvious disbelief.

"Yes! We're coming to get you," Emma said, smiling. Mary Margaret called out to correct her, saying 'and Aria!' So, Emma laughed and shook her head as she said, "And Aria too. We're going to bring you both home, we promise. And sorry, Aria, I didn't forget about you, but Henry's my- our son." She looked over at Regina, as Regina looked back with a rare genuine smile. I told her that I understood, because I'd do the same if I had a child.

"There's someone coming," Henry called out, as we noticed Pan walking. "It's Pan," he added, as everyone's smiles dropped. My smile was included. "I-I gotta go," Henry said, as they called out for both of us. He said that he had to go, and Regina said she loved him and Mary Margaret said she loved us both. Mary Margaret is such a loving woman, and I'm so lucky to be in her life. But as Henry threw down the mirror and cracked it, my heart cracked a little too. There goes our way of communicating with them. I used my magic to fix it, but once it had broken the magic had left the mirror and I could no longer contact them again... Great...
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