Peter Pan's Dragon Girl (OUAT Peter pan fanfic)

Chapter 24

Beryl p.o.v

I stood in the middle of camp as the sky turned black then blood red. Looking around, I see Petey and run up to him.

"Do you know what's going on?" I shouted over the howling winds. He shook his head no. The rest of the Lost Boys had gathered in the clearing, staring at the sky. I felt Petey gently grab my hand and I grabbed the closest person to me's hand, which was Baelfire. We watched as the red covered the skyline.

The world exploded into flames. Fire rained from the gaping hole slashed in the air. A loud roar could be heard, black scales flashed behind the flames, and sharp teeth and claws worked at tearing the hole larger. The thing blasted more fire, catching the trees and quickly spreading. Peter waved his hand and the flames diminished. Shadow dropped to the ground, large gashes on his black chest.

"What happened?" Asked Peter.

"A dragon has arrived. I tried to keep him out but he is too strong." In a time of crisis and this is the first time I've ever heard Peter's shadow speak. Shadow disappeared and the dragon forced his massive paw through the hole, black scales turned slightly purple in the red sky and claws seemed blood covered. Why did this seem familiar to me.....

"Dad! Dad! Help me!"

"I will find you! Promise!"

I let go of Peter and Bae and flew up toward the hole. The hole was now large enough for the dragon to poke it's snout in. It blew fire right at me. I changed fully and closed my eyes. My scales were built to withstand the heat and I had fire-protective eyelids, but my wing weren't. They are built for flight and speed, not heat and fire.

I scream out as the fire licked over my wings, catching the thin, leathery membrane and burning holes through them. I turn hybrid to try and lighten the load, but it was too late. My wings had burned away, leaving the skeletal supports behind. I tumble to the ground, landing hard on my burnt wings and crying out. I stood with tears gathering in my eyes from the pain and trekked back toward the camp. Bae and Petey met me halfway, both of them with the mask of concern and anger.

"Are you okay? We saw you fall. What happened?" Baelfire asked rapidly. To answer him, I shakily lifted my torched wings, the sickening sound of crumpling skin and the horrible smell of burnt, still living flesh filled the air around me. Petey reached out and gently brushed a bone, causing me to flinch away from his touch in pain. He clenched a jaw and slowly moved his hand over my wings, trying to heal them. Only a small fraction of the skin came back, and what was there was scarred badly.

"They'll have to heal by themselves. It just means I can't have them go away for a few days." They grimly nodded and we walked into camp, the sky still blood red and the hole much larger now. The protective boundary on Neverland finally gave way and the enormous Dragon descended to the ground in a fury of fire, scales, claws, teeth, and raging blue-purple eyes.

It landed in the clearing, snarling, roaring, and spewing sparks and flames. The red went away and the sky became blue again, the hole mending itself in the air slowly. The Dragon looked around with bright blue eyes filled with vengence, teeth the size of longswords bared, spear-length claws ready to tear anything apart. It's maw was wide open, fire roiling in the back of it's throat and chest, the light glowing between it's scales.

"Who are you and what business do you have here?" Demanded Peter, stepping toward the wild Dragon. It's hating gaze shifted to Peter.

"You have something of mine and I have come to reclaim it." The voice was one I hadn't heard in so long I nearly forgot what it sounded like. This was the voice that was once soothing and loving, laughing when I played a prank and he fell for it, slightly annoyed when I repeatedly did something wrong in Dragon Training, and calming when I woke with my usually frequent nightmares.

"Who do you think you are coming to MY island, blasting your way through and saying you own something here! I own this island, everything on it belongs to me." I could see Petey's growing rage and I knew this was a fight he would be bound to lose. Not even Petey is strong enough for this Dragon.

"My name is-" I interrupted him.

"Alecon Black. King of the Dragons." He searched the crowd of Boys for me, eyeing them as he passed his gaze over them. He couldn't see me because Bae had placed himself in front of me.

"Who said that? Show yourself!" I stepped out from behind Baelfire and looked up at Alecon. His eyes widened in surprise then softened as he saw me. I smile a little. The Boys were all staring at me and Alecon, flicking back and forth warily.

"Hey dad."