The Prophecy of Cassandra (A Once Upon A Time Fanfiction)

Chapter Nine: A New Family

I only own Cassandra.

Cassandra carried Henry in her arms as Pan led her and the Lost Boys through the forest. Pan was changing the location of the camp. He kept turning back to look at her, and then at the sleeping figure of Henry. It took nearly all day to get to the other side of the island, or so it seemed. It was always dark, so no one could really tell the time. Cassandra’s feet were killing her.

After what seemed like forever, they arrived at a campsite in the middle of large trees. The Lost Boys immediately began to set up. Pan stood off to the side, watching them. Cassandra lay Henry on his side against a tree. As she stood back up, a hand gripped her shoulder.

“I want to talk to you,” Pan said as she turned around. She sighed.

“What about?” She followed him as he led the way out of the campsite. He said nothing as they walked further and further away. Eventually, they reached a small clearing. Pan leaned against a tree.

“I want to know how you can heal yourself,” he said. His arms were crossed, his eyes narrowed.

“What?” Cassandra asked. He pointed to her body.

“The bruises and cuts that Felix caused you yesterday are gone. Explain,” Pan demanded.

“I-I don’t know,” Cassandra whispered. Pan didn’t look satisfied with the answer.

“If you keeping something from me,” Pan warned. “Know that it won’t just be you in danger, it will also be Henry.”

Cassandra gasped. Little did she know, Pan never meant to truly harm Henry. He needed the boy, or rather, he needed his heart. Literally. “I swear! I’m not keeping anything from you. I don’t know how I heal myself!”

Pan frowned. “Well, if you find out anything, you had better tell me. As for right now, I want you to practice with your magic. And I know what you do, so don’t try anything.”

Cassandra nodded. Pan turned and walked back to the campsite. The girl sighed, knowing there were a few Lost Boys watching her from hiding spots, if she did try to run. But they knew she wouldn’t leave Henry behind. So she mustered up her energy and began to practice with her magic.

…

Pan readied his bow as Henry walked over. Neither one noticed Cassandra walking towards the campsite. The Lost Boys stopped what they were doing to watch what Pan called a ‘game.’

“What’s that?” Henry asked, stopping a few feet from Pan.

“Dreamshade,” Pan replied. He pulled the arrow from the small cup of dark substance. The tip was covered in at. “It’s a nasty poison.” Pan blew on the tip slightly. “There’s a story about a man who once shot an apple off of his son’s head with an arrow.” He armed the bow with the poisoned arrow. “Let’s find out if it’s possible.”

Henry frowned as Pan practiced his aim. “If you’re shooting at the apple, what’s the poison for?’

“Motivation not to miss,” Pan replied, not looking up. “Felix! Get over here.”

Felix said nothing as he stood up from his spot by the fire and walked over. Cassandra entered the campsite without a word, watching the boys. Henry grimaced.

“Is-is Felix good?” Henry asked. “Is his aim good?”

Cassandra’s eyes widened. She was ready to intervene if-

“Doesn’t matter,” Pan answered. Felix tightened his grip on the club as he smirked. “You’re the one doing the shooting.” Pan handed Henry the bow. Cassandra took a step forward.