Peter walked outside and closed his eyes intently. He could feel the wave of heat from the ‘bridge’ but that is not what he is looking for. As he walked further into the North Forest, he started feeling small pings of heat.
Starcatcher lockets, he thought.
Then he dashed off, following the small heat source. After he dodged a few bushes, he ran into a clearing. In the middle of it was a hole, like a godzilla sized gopher hole.
Peter slowly looked around, making sure there were no shadows. Then he jumped into the hole.
He landed on a somewhat curved ground. The walls looked uneven and jagged, like someone chewed this tunnel through.
Peter concentrated some more and felt the ping of heat once again. He went towards the right caverns and soon enough, he found the cells and the Haddocks. The only problems is that it was flocking with shadows.
“Elysie, where are Chelsie and Allan’s location?” Peter whispered.
“Not far,” she replied.
“Direct them to me. I found them.”
Then he slowly backed away and climbed up the hole.
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After a few minutes, Peter could see Chelsie and Allan slowly walking towards his hiding spot in the rocks.
“Over here,” he intercoms.
He looked again and saw them walking towards him.
“What did you find?” Allan asked.
“A cell area and the Haddocks.”
“How do we get them out?” Chelsie asked.
“A distraction. I draw the shadows away from here so you guys can come and rescue the Haddocks,” Peter directed.
They nodded their heads and Chelsie reviewed it to Elysie.
Before Peter could move, Chelsie grabbed his arm.
“Be careful. They want you too,” she warned.
“I know,” Peter replied, his voice shaking with nervousness.
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Peter got out quickly and made his way towards the hole. Then he let out the loudest rooster crow that anyone heard by far.
If I am going to play Peter Pan, I might as well act like him, he thought.
“Come and get me, you shadowy scum!” Peter yelled, whipping his arms wide open.
Soon enough, a wave of shadowy figures streamed out of the hole and went straight towards Peter. Then Peter ran as fast as he could, away from the hole. A large cloud of shadows followed closely behind him.
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Paul perked up when he heard a rooster crow.
A rooster? There are no roosters here, he thought confused.
Then his dad said, “He’s here. He is really here.”
“Who’s here, daddy?” Asia asked.
Mr.Haddock looked at them intently in the eyes.
“Peter Pan.”
They both gasped.
Then they heard the sound of footsteps, a boy and a girl dressed in some military uniform ran in. Paul instantly recognized the boy.
“Allan! What are you doing here?” Paul asked.
“Saving your life. What else?” Allan replied.
The girl easily unlocked the cell with some sort of device.
“Follow closely behind us until he reach our destination. Try to make as little noise as possible,” she whispered.
“Where are we going?”Asia asked.
“According to your dad’s notes, Dragon Island is the evacuation protocol. Is that right?”
“Yes, it is. I have a jet that can get us there in no time,” Mr.Haddock said.
“Is it far?”
“Not really.”
“Okay. Keep up, we are heading out.”
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Peter sadly found himself at a cliff edge. It seemed to be a big drop with a jagged rock shore at the bottom.
Should have made a bucket list, I’m about to die, he thought.
He turned around and saw the shadows making a half circle formation around him.
“If you want a fight, I give you a fight.”
Peter pulled out his gun and shot at them. Unfortunately, the bullets passed right through.
You can’t shoot a shadow, a voice said inside his head.
Then he felt something warm in his jacket pocket. He reached in and pulled out the tip of Curtana.
“Well, last resort,” he muttered.
He charged at the shadows and started swiping them with the tip. The shadows crumbled into nothing and every time he used the tip, he could feel a course of energy going through him.
When he thought all were gone, he was wrong.
A bigger mass of shadows surrounded him. He backed up until he couldn’t back up no more.
What to do . . . what to do . . . , he thought nervously.
Then he looked down.
What if I could fly, he thought.
He looked back up and saw the shadows approaching.
“Better than nothing.”
Then Peter dove off the cliff.
The water was getting closer and closer. He almost doubted his ability to fly.
Then he automatically lifted his gaze to the horizon and swooped upward, barely brushing the water. The entire mass of shadows plummeted into the ocean waters.
Peter let out a breathe of relief as he flew farther away from the cliff. As he started to head towards shore, he lost a lot of altitude. He barely made it to land before he crashed into the waves.
He resurfaced shortly and dragged himself to shore. Completely drained and worn out, he closed his eyes and laid still, enjoying the peace. Until a ear-piercing scream rang out from his ear piece.
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I looked at the monitors, satisfied that the Haddocks arrived safely on Dragon Island. I was amazed at how Peter just flew on the spot.
Well, now we can go home and get this business behind us.
I was far from right.
I heard a raspy voice whisper into my ear, “You missed something.”
Then I felt something brush my shoulder and a horrible pain swept through me. I screamed in pain before I lost consciousness.
