Ashlynn Pendragon is back home in Camelot and has just been crowned the Queen. She came back just three years ago from being on Neverland with the one and only Peter Pan, the King of Neverland. She fell in love with the notorious villain and learned...
My mother had begun to become agitated. More so than usual. For the past few days she has been sending letters upon letters asking why I hadn't reached the Isle yet or what was taking so long and even that time was running out before the veil would be closed permanently. With each letter, I threw into the fire, making sure that Pan never found out about them. And never would. There was a part of me that said that what I was doing with Pan...falling for him...was ludicrous. That the best thing would be for me to follow through with my mother's plan. That with Pan gone...I could be free. I wouldn't have any reminder of a past that I don't want to remember. I could just forget about him and move on with my life. If I followed through with her plan, then I would be in control of the Amata army—who is known for their brutality and their conquered conquests—and could have Camelot's knights aide in taking over the other kingdoms. They are loyal to me anyways. Regardless if my mother practically overthrew me. But then there was the part of me that didn't want Pan to die or to become Samuel's wife regardless of the benefits that would come along with it. I care for him in ways that I knew were a mistake and would end up regretting if things didn't go well. It was like when the voices that told me that I should listen to my mother because she was right appeared, threatening to drive me insane began echoing in my head, all I needed was Pan to snap me out of it. He quieted them. I knew I didn't love him. At least not yet. But I was dangerously close to doing so. He made me happy. And at least for the time being...that was all I needed. Just being with him in whatever way I could before he found out what I had planned for him before I started to know him. And before he had to return to Neverland. Because regardless of how things went or ended up between us, I do want him to live, but I also can't just give up on Camelot. If I could be in two places at once that would be amazing, but I can't. If only I wasn't Queen. Otherwise I would help him find the Truest Believer. Anything for him to live. I sighed as I sunk in closer against him, resting my head on his chest. His arm tightened around me as he groaned. I froze, hoping I didn't wake him up. I didn't want him to know that I was still awake, unable to fall asleep after the past few nights that we've had flashing through my mind. Each touch...each kiss...each spark...as we moved together, intertwined, brought back small glimpses of memories that I still wasn't sure I wanted. Particularly when the only one I think was of him was one of him with a song playing in the background, luring me to join in and dance.
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That was the only memory I kept getting of him. Nothing else came back. Just that lulling song, calling to me. Every other was of another boy with blondish hair and the most piercing silver eyes. At the beginning, all I could remember was a voice. It freaked the hell out of me since usually it was just the whispers I heard in my head. Afterwards, little bits and pieces started flooding in. Little glimpses here and there. Eventually, I ended up remembering walking into a tent and finding a dead body covered in black little lines that spread over his entire body accompanied by scars and bruises. His hair streaked with blood. Those silver eyes glassed over, staring into me. I really hated it. Remembering someone that wasn't even the boy beside me was really rather annoying. More than anything I would rather remember times with him over the other. Or even about the lost boys that Pan kept telling me stories about. Particularly of one named Felix. Apparently Pan trusted him with his life. Said that Felix was the only one that knew the truth about why the truest believer was necessary...besides me of course. He even told me as to how he rescued him and Rufio. He revealed that he had only gone to retrieve Felix, said that he admired the boy, said Felix reminded him of himself. Apparently he had only brought Rufio along because Felix wouldn't leave without him. I actually wanted to meet the boy that was the right hand to Pan. Closing my eyes, I let the darkness that wanted to consume me take over until there was nothing but a pure darkness. Nothing else able to get through. At least until the darkness began to fade and was replaced by trees that seemed to reach the sky. Very familiar trees. The same ones I had seen when Pan showed me how he became Peter Pan. My breathing was heavy, which confused me at first, until I realized that I was running as fast as I could. Dodging through the trees, having to jump over some roots. All in an attempt to get away from something. There was fear building inside of me. Every whisper and whistle of the wind frightened me. There was something in these woods that I was afraid of. I just wasn't sure what. "1! 2! 3!" I kept running as hard as I could as that voice that I knew so well from over the past several days echoed all around me. He sounded so close. Close enough to be able to catch up to me. Only prompting me to run harder before he got the chance to take off after me. I knew that if he caught me, it wouldn't end well. For me particularly. "4! 5! 6!" His voice was slowly fading off into the distant, but that could have also been because of how hard my heart was racing. I could hear it pounding in my head. It only got louder the harder I ran. I was actually panting. It didn't help when the roots started becoming higher up so I had to jump even higher just to get over them. Eventually I shifted direction with no idea as to where I even was in the woods. I came to a sudden stop when a loud growl erupted behind me. I wasn't sure if it was even remotely possible, but I was sure my heart was beating faster than when I had been running. My entire body was shaking. Very slowly, I spun around to see two light gray eyes—almost silver—glowing in the darkness. I could vaguely see his pitch black fur as he came out of the shadows. With each step he took, a huge paw print was left in the ground. My eyes went wide at how humongous he was. He was nearly as tall as I was. His claws extended forward and his teeth were bared as he came closer into the limited light. His fur was sticking up as if he was getting prepared to pounce. He crouched down, and I was sure he was about to pounce that I looked away and said the only thing I could think of.
