Through The Worlds

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In the continent of Never Land, the Emperor Avis is greatly loved by his people, who would not hear a word spoken against their beloved Emperor. In fact, anyone who dares to utter words of discontent towards the Emperor disappears in the night, never to be seen again.

Whispers spread about the Emperor's hidden guards, the secret organisation which keeps the peace in their glorious kingdom.

This organisation is known as Lost Boys, and their leader?

Peter Pan.

Yet unknown to the common folk, their Emperor is nothing more than a figurehead, a puppet dancing to Peter Pan's whims.

In the shadows, a rebellion stirs. Those who have lost family to the dreaded Lost Boys banding together to fight back against the oppressive Peter Pan. Wendy, a beautiful woman, is sent to assassinate Peter Pan in the name of the rebellion. However, her efforts ultimately fail and she is caught and sent to be tortured.

Despite this, she refuses to back down. Gaining the sympathy of a Lost Boy operative, she manages to free herself from her cell, making her way to Peter Pan.

Upon seeing her wild spirit, Peter Pan's curiosity is evoked, and he keeps Wendy by his side to better understand her. Eventually, after spending much time with Wendy, he falls in love with her, and her with him. As such, unable to assassinate Peter Pan anymore, Wendy acts as a spy, feeding information back to him which allows him to completely crush the rebellion.

Together, Peter Pan and Wendy claim the throne from the Emperor, taking over the Kingdom.

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[You are now Haldis, one of the Lost Boy's operatives.]

Sion, now Haldis, awoke to the sound of the system's monotonous drawl.

Hissing softly, Haldis attempted to cover his eyes with hand, only to find that he was unable to do so. His arms were tied up, the rope chafing against his skin.

[Your task is to leave the Lost Boys.]

And with those words, the system was gone, leaving Haldis to stew in the madness that was his mind.

Ah, he was alone again.

Staring down at his bound hands, he pulled at the ropes experimentally. As expected, the rope remained taunt around his wrists, his efforts only leaving him more injured than before.

"So I've been thrown into the deep end." Haldis spoke to himself, his voice hoarse. Struggling to his feet, he attempted to brace himself against the wall only to let out a scream as his back slammed against the wall, half healed wounds reopening.

Panting softly, he gingerly straightened his back, tentatively taking a step forward only to find himself crumpling onto the ground, an agonised scream tearing itself free from his throat as his knees slammed into the ground.

He knelt on the ground, a sour taste in his mouth.

How was he supposed to do anything when he couldn't even move? He barely knew anything! At least, nothing but his new name. His lips curled upwards slightly, a sardonic smirk adorning his face. And didn't this remind him of something?

He glared at the door in front of him, only to throw himself backwards as the door was abruptly opened.

Looking towards the door, his eyes landed on an immaculately dressed man who immediately began talking.