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

Chapter Eleven: Closer to Death, Closer to Destiny

I only own Cassandra.

Pan and Felix sat by the fire, sharpening weapons with their knives. Cassandra stood in the distance, leaning against the tree, watching them as she always did. And then she felt it. Once again, she felt a disturbance on the island. Someone was leaving Neverland. From the look on Pan’s face, the girl recognized that Pan knew it as well. She straightened herself and then walked over to him.

“We’ll need to get Henry ready,” Pan was saying. Felix glanced up at the girl approaching them.

“Ready for what?” Cassie asked, crossing her arms. She was doing her best to disguise herself as a loyal Lost Girl, ready to help Pan. But it was all an act.

Pan turned to her. His eyes were calculating, thinking of a response. Finally, he said, “Henry’s destiny is coming much quicker than we thought. And I need your help to convince him to follow through with it.”

“I thought he was on his way to becoming a Lost Boy,” Cassandra argued. “Wouldn’t he already be willing to do what you ask?”

“Not exactly. Henry still has doubt. Unlike you, he hasn’t realized that he is lost. Would you be willing to do a bit of acting?”

Cassandra smirked. An act inside an act. It seemed almost comical. “What do I need to do?”

…

Felix helped Cassandra climb into the small treehouse. She was to act sick due to the ‘decreasing amount of magic’ on the island. And Henry was supposed to find her, and because he loved Cassie, he would be willing to do nearly anything to save her.

Cassandra felt the soft blanket on the bed. It wasn’t like the furniture Pan had in his camp. She climbed into the bed. Felix stood nearby, watching as Pan went back to the campsite. The girl sat by the fire for a while before entering the treehouse, allowing her face and body to get warmer than normal. But not all of it was acting. Something was wrong-she didn’t feel right. She hadn’t felt right since she betrayed her friends by entrapping them in a vine cage. All because she was threatened by Pan.

Sure, she had been helping them in secret, but it wasn’t making her feel any better. The locket was growing dimmer. And her body was getting weaker. Cassandra didn’t know what would happen if the crystal went black altogether. She tried to push it to the back of her mind. Felix left the treehouse as Cassandra began her act.

It would only be a few minutes before Henry would arrive, so she prepared herself. She focused on bad memories. And the increasing pain throughout her body. It was enough to cause tears to start falling down her face. The girl lay on her side. The pillow was soft; her fingers ran over the smooth fabric. How she missed her old home. Her old life. Before the prophecy, before Pan, before everything. Her thoughts switched to the memory of revealing her secret to Emma and the group. It wasn’t something Cassandra liked to admit, but she really did feel that way. Now she felt like she didn’t belong anywhere.

Elsewhere, Pan was directing winds to carry his conversation with Henry to the treehouse. Henry was accusing Pan of holding his family hostage, and turning Cassandra into a bad person. But Cassie knew the truth. It wasn’t Pan turning her into a bad person. She was doing that all by herself by lying, deceiving, and betraying the people around her.

“Head to the other side of the island and deliver the supplies,” Pan instructed Felix. They were walking out of the campsite, but into the hearing range of Henry.

“Understood,” Felix responded. “Anything else?”

“Just be certain that Henry doesn’t find out what you’re up to.” Pan sent a silent message to Cassie, instructing her to be ready. Henry was in pursuit of Felix.