Her Name Wasn't Wendy

Epilogue

~The Girl Who Wasn't Real~

Felix watched in stone cold silence as the fire burned and cracked, sending sparks flying. His mind filled with horror as her body burned before his eyes. He forced himself to turn away. But the smell of her burning flesh almost made him hurl.

He looked at the rest of the clearing, and saw Hook and Pan. He saw the puddle of blood between them. His eyes tracked the bloody foot prints of the girl on her way into the flames. He walked slowly towards the scene. As he got closer he saw details that unfolded the story after he checked their pulses to make sure they were both alive. They were.

Their lips were both blood red. No. They had blood on them. Had she been coughing up blood? He looked at the two unconscious men sprawled below him. Hook was surprisingly shirtless and his torso, arms, and legs were covered in blood. Felix observed Pan's body and much of them were the same. Same bloody lips, torso, and arms. His legs weren't as bloody as Hook's, surprisingly.

With his skills at hunting and observing that he had learned over the years he saw what happened. Zemira was dying. Hook was at the scene first and he held her. Then she kissed him and some how he passed out. Then Pan came along and the same happened to him. But why did she burn herself? He wondered. How did they both go unconscious?

Felix needed something to do, so he traveled back to the camp that was near by and grabbed a bucket of water, a rag, and a shovel. It was easy to do because it was so early in the morning. He came back to the site soon and set to work.

Grabbing the rag and bucket he scrubbed at Hook's skin, trying to get the blood off. He had a hunch at why she did what she had done, and he was sure that she would want him to help her finish the plan. The bucket was soon tinted red and he went back to get clean water.

After he had scrubbed as much blood as he could from Hook, he set about to get rid of the foot prints of blood. He took his shovel and shoved it into the ground. He picked up the dirt and carried it away into a thicket of bushes. He did that with each foot print. In the middle of his work a huge crack came from the fire. He looked over at it startled and saw that in the hour or two of intense flame that had undoubtedly been charmed by magic causing it's extreme heat, there was nothing left of her body but whitened bones. One of them had cracked, causing the sound.

Tears came to his eyes as he thought of the beautiful girl that was now bones in a roaring fire. She had such a long life to live. But she was dead.

He turned around and finished his work. After he had finished, he dug a hole at the edge of the clearing. It was hard, sad work. When he was done he spilled the bucket on the fire and let the bones cool. His eyes were plastered to the dead white skull. He had a hard time believing that that was once apart of a human girl. It was sad.

It also showed how fragile a life was. People could so easily die. He had an uncanny desire to have known her, or at least to have something to hold on to that would remind him of her. He settled on the only time he saw her. She had come out of Pan's room smiling and confident. Her blue eyes shining. She was like a light. And now the world was darker without her, even as the sky was got brighter with morning light.

Time passed and he finally buried her remains. He flinched each time he came in contact with the white frame that once was apart of her body. Over come with sadness, he covered the hole in dirt, erasing her from the physical world.

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Hook was the first to awaken. He had the worst dream. He had dreamt that this beautiful girl had stayed with him and he fell in love with her. Then he dreamt that Rumplestiltskin had killed her and some how she had sent him off the island, but not before she died after kissing him. It made him ache all over with sadness for this imaginary girl. He could still see her blue eyes, he could still feel her soft lips against his. He could smell her sent of wild berries. Tears seeped out from underneath his closed eyes yearning for this person he knew was never real. But she felt so real! His brain screamed.