Peter Pan watched the lost boys train like he did every single day. It was extremely boring. In the past, watching his little lost boys rip into each other like a pack of wild mutts was enough to make Pan happy and content. Now, however, he found himself wishing more and more each day that something new would happen. Something to spice things up at least!
Perhaps he'd go back to the mainland and bring new, eager boys back to dull the boredom taking root in what was left of his heart. Or Perhaps he'd go back and shake up a bit of trouble with his failure of a son.
Pan smiled with zeal at the thought. The last he'd seen of the mistake was when the fool smashed his foot to cheat his way out of the army. The coward. Of course, it wasn't necessarily Rumple's fault he'd been told by the seer that his son would grow up without a father. She wouldn't have told his son at all if it hadn't been for Pan suggesting it to her. Why he did it, however, wasn't just to keep himself interested in life. No no no, he had big plans for his son.
Pan's thoughts of his son disappeared the second he felt a powerful presence appear on the eastern tip of the island. Mermaid Lagoon, how lovely. Looks like his day was going to get a little more interesting after all.
" Lost Boys! Fall in!" Pan yelled out in his heavy British accent.
He smiled darkly at the way his lost boys gathered around him like he was a king, and they were his loyal subjects. King Pan, oh he liked the sound of that.
Felix, his second in command, came to stand at his side. He held his large club over his shoulder and looked at Pan with a look of curiosity. He hadn't seen Pan look nearly this excited in years.
" What's going on Pan?" Felix asked eagerly. It had been awhile since the boys had gotten a little action other than beating the ever living out of each other.
" We've got a visitor on the island. An unexpected visitor. How's about we give them a little.......greeting?" Pan quirked his left eyebrow up and watched as each of his boys got devilish looks on their mugs. With a cruel smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, he said the two words that sent his Lost Boys into an excited frenzy, " Let's Play."
Pan sprinkled pixie dust over his head, and thrust himself into the air. He flew just below the tree lines, keeping his Lost Boy's in his line of sight as he sped to Mermaid Lagoon. He couldn't wait to string the wanker up and hear him pray to whatever God he believed in. Was Pan cruel? Yes, yes he was. But he was also considerately fair. He'd let the bugger fight for his life. He'd fail of course. Peter Pan always won.
Pan dropped from the sky in front of the Lost Boy's and held his pointer finger to his lips to signal them to be quiet. As a unit, they moved to the last bit of foliage keeping them from the beach, and slowly moved a bit away so they could see their target.
A cloaked figure was slowly standing from it's position lying on the ground. He seemed to slowly turn around, taking in Pan's Island bit by bit. He jumped in the air clapping his hands together in what Pan assumed was a happy fashion. Wanker must've thought he was alone on this Island. Newcomers always did before Pan got a hold of them. Pan's hands shook in anticipation for what was to come, and signaled his Boys to fall in to line and block all possible forest getaways. Just in case he was stupid enough to run; which, they normally were.
As his Boys assumed their hidden positions, Pan silently moved from the cover of his lush forest out into the open. He moved across the sand with a walk as deadly as a panther. The figure, having turned around to stare out at the Ocean neither saw nor heard his approach. Pan could feel the raw untapped magic rolling of the figure in waves from the volatile nature of his emotions. It was a true pity, Pan thought to himself. So much potential having to go to waste from pure foolishness. Pan might've been inclined to let the boy stay and join his ranks, but with all that power buried deep within, the boy could just as easily rise up against Pan. As fun as a potentially devastating magical battle sounded, he was going to have to pass on this one.
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