Mythical Creature ♆ Peter Pan OUAT (ON HOLD)

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"I-it was awf-" I sobbed feeling my back go up and down. My neck hurt making every inhale and exhale feel like someone was slitting my throat.

"Calm down, you've been asleep for 12 hours" Peter comforted placing small kisses on my forehead. I stopped him and looked straight into his eyes. I counted each green speck I saw and calmed down a little.

"Noah, he w-was shot at" my voice came out raspy and hoarse. My nose burned and hurt hands were still on his neck.

"It was all an illusion, Noah's fine. He's out there playing with the rest of the boys" Peter reassured rubbing circles on my sides with his thumbs.

"It was so real. He, he did that to me" I weekend feeling horrible. Everything I saw last time came true. Everything. What if Noah is killed.

"Noah did this to you?" He was confused and went to go grab a teacup on his desk. I held onto him and pulled him down again.

"Rumplestiltskin" my voice exhaled. Peter's nose flared and his furrowed eyebrows made his eyes lore sharpened.

"Do you understand what's happening? Karma was brought here by him", Peter got up and opened several of his desk cabinets. I pushed myself off the bed and tried to stand. My legs wobbled to him and I saw him take out a bottle full of pixie dust.

"We're at war. Felix informed me the Indian tribe marched to shore with weapons" The bottle fell into his pocket and he grabbed onto another vile filled with a black gooey substance.

"Why?" My arms shook off the blanket and grabbed Peter's cloak. Peter frantically packed things into his satchel and threw on the bed a dagger I had never seen before but it glowed.

"There's many reasons and you're one of them" He didn't make eye contact with me so he was keeping something. He took the dagger and hid it under his shirt.

"Tell me why I'm part of this now" my hands stopped him from completing tucking in the knife. He swatted my wrist away and proceeded:

"Your father has a deal with Rumplestiltskin and if he doesn't return you safely back home your father will do nothing but evil to him" Peter still wasn't looking at him and his pointer finger kept scratching the inside of his palm. He was lying.

"If you're not going to tell me, I'll find out myself" I grabbed the nearest dagger next to me and walked out into the camp where the boys were packing weapons, food and dressing themselves. What is going on here. I wiped away my dried up tears and ran to Felix.

"Felix, tell me please what's happening around here?" I grabbed his hand and pleaded. He gave me a side eye and continued to order the boys to sharpen the tips of the arrows and dip it into the bucket of night shade that was placed into he foot of where Felix stood.

"Pan told me not to say anything, not even to the boys" Felix muttered filling up his belt with throwing knives. I frantically circled the camp fire and looked for Noah who was supposedly out here. My hand covered my mouth watching even the youngest of the bunch being lectured on how to survive a war.

"Felix, don't tell me the small boys are in this as well" I hiccuped pointing at one of the older boys showing them where to stab someone. My mouth dried up as Felix took a quick look at me and sighed the other direction.

"No, where the hell is Noah" I began freaking out and whistlers with my fingers. Relief washed over me seeing Karma rush over safely. I do not know if him being thrown was part of the trance or real but I was happy to see him coming to me fine.

"Find Noah" Karma's tail wagged and he began sprinting to where Noah's tent was at. The tent was ransacked by the other boys. Noah, where is he. Karma went inside but none of the body was there nor where they outside in the back or near the actual tent itself.

I gripped onto my hair and let my pulled hair fall in front of me. Cheers and hollering grew in noise as I realized we were soon to head out to war. But for what reason. Why would we have to sacrifice even our youngest for this. I trudged back to the center with Karma and saw them all with their clocks, bows and arrows and daggers prepared on their backs and hands.

My mind was racing that all I heard from Peter's speech was that the best were to survive only. Their marching was perfectly synced and even intimidated me a little bit. I began feeling nauseous again, nothing good was going to come out of this nothing. I felt we would all lose everything.

And I can't afford to lose what I have left to live for. I stayed far away from them trying so hard to not breakdown in the middle of walking, all these headaches and flashes of dead children and teenagers on the sandy beach were now stamped into my brain.