Mythical Creature ♆ Peter Pan OUAT (ON HOLD)

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The Indians wore their traditional clothing. They were covered from head to toe in animal skin and covered in paint made from crushed rocks and water mixed together. They stand tall and firmly. The group of boys walk in the same steps already pointing their arrows at them. All inline.

The Indians weren't normal. They would never declare war on the Lost boys. That was because they were under a spell. They're eyes flowed yellow and I knew Rumple had to be around here somewhere.

"Karma, please stay hidden boy. I cant have you hurt" I stopped behind a bush and hugged Karma. He placed his paws around me and pushed me away.

"You must go, now" I pointed to the woods. Karma stood still and did not move. Stubborn little thing.

"Please Karma" I took out my bow and arrow and pointed it at Karma to frighten him. I'm sorry. He lounged back and walking into a thorn bush. He yelped and ran out of the bush and into the dark forest.

I put the bow down and walked into the crowd. I breathed in and out but was only trying to find Noah in the crowd before the fighting began. As I'm nearing to the front I see Peter saying something and two hidden figures on the opposite end wearing completely different things from the Indians.

I'm guessing one of them had to be rumplestiltskin. The other one, slightly taller was completely covered in black making it hard for me to know who it was hidden under.

What terrified me most were the Indians ready for war. My surroundings went cold and I went deaf, too focused on the Indians. Their weapons sharp and eyes glaring at the boys. They were thirsty to kill.

My palms became clammy and rewrapped around my bow. Peters hand rose to the air and his lips moved signaling he was taking. The two front figures walked behind the Indian tribe.

The Indian chief rose his weapon. It was the beginning. My ears popped and I regained my hearing. The boys shouted and whooped slowly making their way to the Indians. The indians cried out loud and ran to the boys.

I blinked and regained momentum. My legs went from slow steps forward to full on running. I swerve between boys and come face to face with an Indian. Her blank eyes widened and her spear rose in the air.

Arrows were shot and grunts grew louder. I used my bow to block her spear from making contact with my chest. I pushed the bow upwards causing her to lose her balance. I kicked the spear out her hands and tried my best to not harm her.

She was under a spell, she had no control over her actions. Why should I hurt her? I pushed her further into the ground and ignored her kicks to my abdomen. I slammed her head against the sand and hit her with the back of her spear knocking her conscious.

I got up and raised my bow seeing another spear aiming to a boy. My arrow shot split the spear in half leaving te boy a chance to attack against the Indian.

The site repeated all around me. I was too busy helping prevent any injuries, I hadn't seen Peter charging to the hidden figures.

My arms grew weaker and I had gained a few scratches here and there. But a small amount of boys were gravely injured. Blood clumped the sand and left a disturbing pattern around it.

Indians were sprawled on the floor being knocked out and not killed. The lost boys didn't stop. The Indians kept charging at us and they only grew stronger. The boys fought the urge to use their coated dream shade weapons but couldn't help it.

I had made contact with Felix who tragically wounded an Indian after coming to close to death himself. Felix' head shook, his eyes hard and cat like.

Then suddenly, a few of the Indians attacking against us slowed their pace down and came to a hault. I inspected carefully and saw their eyes lack the yellow gleam and restore back to normal.

My gaze goes to Peter who was standing in front of Rumple, who was at a clear distance between me. My hand shook vigorously as I saw my father approach them from behind . My father was here. The cause of this unnecessary battle.

The Indians seemed to be washed away from the curse. Slowly the Indians stopped. The boys kept their stands high. And then. That's when it happened.

Out of a crowd of lost boys jumped out a fierce female who shoot her bows to the boys covering her. They fell to the ground in pain.

No one dared to stop her. Until she landed her eyes upon me. Her eyes. They still were filled with yellow. They widened and her eyebrows furrowed lifting her wooden bow and aiming right at me.

Peter turned and everything went in slow motion. Her eyes that were once on me had shifted to behind me. My eyes landed on Noah who stood terrified. My heart pounded.

Her hand let go of the arrow and it came towards Noah. I turned and tried to use my power against the bow but the spell prevented the arrow from stopping. My body flew and tried to block Noah from behind.

Sh-thunk

My eyes grew large. I stood in front of Noah. My hands on his shoulders for support. I looked down and saw I was too late.

An arrow had landed straight into Noah's stomach. The crimson color grew on his shirt in a large puddle of his blood. Noah's frail doe eyes started right into mine. His mouth now spilling blood.

I screamed and held my hand against my mouth muffling a cry. His small body fell. I crouched and pulled his body against mine. My cries grew hearing him choke on his own blood.

"No, no, Noah" I gritted between my teeth. My tears stung my cheeks. His mouth moved but nothing. Nothing came out.

"I'm so s-sorry" I cried kissing his forehead. He blinked once slowly. My trembling hands removed the hair that covered his eyes.

I sobbed more feeling his hold on me loosen. His small hands making their way down to his side. He smiled. His small lips parted. His eyes closed. And his head went limp.

I stopped mid cry and froze. His small frame rolling out my arms. His lifeless body laid upon the sand that supported him within his own blood. Noah, who I couldn't keep alive. He's dead because of me.