Lost

Chapter 4

Three long months had passed since the time Delia arrived on Neverland. Felix continued to train her every morning and Peter and Delia continued despise each other. Delia had advanced and become as good as Felix at weilding a sword. She knew every inch of the island and had started to feel like Neverland was her home. 

Delia was shooken awake and opened her eyes to see Felix standing over her with a look of concern on his face. "What do you want. It's the middle of the night." "Come on Delia just get up theres not a lot of time." "Whoa slow down Felix. What are you talking about." Felix began pacing as she pulled her coat and shoes on. "It's Pan. He wants see how your training is going." Delia stopped tying her boots. And gave Felix a look. "Seriously. That's why you woke me up? I'm going back to sleep." Felix grabbed her shoulders. "No Delia. It's more serious than that. You have to fight him. And if you loose then you get banished. And Pan... he... Never looses." Delia thought about his words for a second. "Then lets go beat the son of a bitch." Delia stepped forward, heading for the tent's exit. "No Delia. Just you. I'm not allowed to come. It will just be you and Pan." Delia turned to Felix. She embraced him in a bone crushing hug. "It'll be ok. I will be back." With that she stepped out of the tent and headed into the forest. Felix was rooted in his place watching his closest friend leave him. Maybe forever. 

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Delia stepped into the clearing reminding her of the first time she came to Neverland. Pan was no where to be seen but she knew he was there. She started walking towards the center. She felt the lightest of breezes behind her. Anyone else would have ignored it. But not Delia. In one swift motion she pulled her sword and shoved it againts Pan's throat. He smiled his usual arrogant smile and said "Well done my dear Delia." "Shut- up Pan." She pushed him off and backed up. "Lets start this thing already. I have things to do." Pan drew his sword. They began to circle each other waiting for a chance to strike. "What? Got a hot date?" She winked and whispered "Yep." Pan, shocked, let his guard down for just enough time for Delia to advance. She swung at Peter and blocked it mirroring her movements. She sidestepped and attacked. They clashed swords and moved back and forth until Peter knocked Delia's sword from her hand. He pushed her up against a tree and smirked. "Your good." he said. "But not good enough." Delia instantly became aware of how close their faces were and the way Pans body was pressed against her. Pan felt her shift uncomfortably and soon realized why she had. His breath hitched as he became painfully aware of how close they were. He just looked into her eyes. They were green like his, but they were different. They were beautiful he thought. Delia moved her face closer to his. Pan felt his heart beat quicken. He closed his eyes...

and felt excruciating pain shoot from his shoulder. Delia had used his moment of weakness and stabbed him with her dagger. She knocked the sword from his hand pinned him against the tree and threatingly pressed her dagger against his throat. She looked deep into his eyes and stood there with her body pressed against his. She moved her head and her lips brushed his ear. He sucked in a breath to conceal his moan. "I win." She whispered. Delia let go of Pan and sauntered out of the clearing. Just as she was about to leave she looked back to see Pan rooted against the tree breathing heavily. She gave him a wink and strode into the forest.