The Disney Adventure (Sequel to Neverland's Magic)

Chapter 14: The Five Children

First P.O.V: 

        Why does he need me? 

        Why is there so much anger in these children? They barely seem human. 

        My eyes scanned over what I could, but some people were taller than me. "May I speak with her?" Walt Disney questioned and I pushed through the crowd, discarding the hands that tried to grab my arms and stop me. I was still exhausted from my battle with Chernabog back in the Enchanted Forest. His pain and reign had ended quickly with that final spell. Almost dragged me down to the Underworld with him, but my magic had been too powerful for him. 

        "I'm not interested." I whisper, even though the silence surrounding us made it feel like a shout that echoed throughout the town. 

        Walt Disney laughed. It was almost a cheerful one, but there was no warmth in the tendrils that were supposed to be happy. It was cold, and it chilled my body. "It wasn't a choice." He says back, his voice clear and then his companions stomped their feet. Magic shot through the ground before reaching our legs, shooting up our bodies, as quick as lightning and just as deadly. The weak ones that didn't have magic in their blood fell to the ground, unconscious. Rumple caught Belle, and Emma caught Hook as Regina had Henry in her arms. The others were on the ground. 

        None of the bystanders were affected, so that must be the purpose of the children being in a circle: to confine the magic. 

        I gritted my teeth as more waves of magic shot through my body, trying to knock me unconscious, but I had just won the final battle, why was this happening? 

        Peter collapsed from beside me and I caught his head before it hit the asphalt. "Why are you doing this?" 

        His eyes were wide, as if hungry for, for what? "So many of you have such powerful magic." He whispered and I brushed Peter's hair out of his face. 

        "Why?" I shouted and there was a release of the magic moving into our bodies. I had pushed back with my own, and as I glanced around, I noticed that I was the only one unconscious, as Emma slumped over Hook, Regina and Rumple already down. 

        That was when they caught my attention. The children. They had smiles on their faces: genuine, happy faces that put the sun's shine to shame. Made it look like the moon. My eyes caught with the Mickey boy and he seemed to mouth....

        "Thank you." His voice was suddenly in my head. I cringed and glanced around. What was happening?

        "We don't have much time." Another child, maybe the Minnie girl. 

        Another boy, possibly Donald. "You've pushed him out of our minds for right now."

        "You can't be captured." The other girl, Daisy. 

        "He will hurt you. Manipulate you." That was the final one, Goofy. 

        Then all of their voices together. "He will use you and your magic to his own means until you are all dried up and there is nothing left inside of you. If you get captured, he will do the same to you and all of your friends." 

        Something dark and of the purest depths of magic swept across the road and the children were suddenly out of my head, and their faces were angry again. But it wasn't because of me. 

        This man, Walt Disney, preached happiness and joy, but used treachery and darkness to achieve them. He employed children that were prisoners to his magic. How had he even obtained such magic? 

        "Let them go!" I yell at the man, wanting to curse his name. A stomp on the ground echoed before pain began again, trying so hard to pull me under. "They're just children!" 

        A cold laugh, no remorse. "They were my first subjects. They've played their roles brilliantly in creating a kingdom for kids and adults to enjoy. Created movies and shows that I profited so much from."

        "They had magic..." I whispered, finally reaching the truth. "You took their magic and now, they're just your puppets."

        He shrugs. "Call them what you may. They are of no concern to you."

        "They are, because that is exactly what you are trying to make me and my friends. My family."

        "I'm growing tired of this." Walt Disney rolls his eyes and I lay Peter down softly before struggling to get to my feet. The magic flowing across was almost visible. Its tendrils now all focused upon heading towards me. "Resistance is futile."

        "Says the man that is hiding behind five children." I had to rescue them, some how. But how was I to escape them? To escape him? 

        "I know when power is needed." He waves his fingers once and my world falls black, no one there to save me from falling, for I was alone. 

Some Time Later

        My head was pounding. It felt as if an anvil had dropped upon it, or a piano, like those weird shows. The sound of running and shuffling feet echoed about me.

        Then the pain was gone. I took a very deep, very heavy breath as I sat up, clutching my throat and head. I hadn't realized that I had barely been able to breathe. "Don't speak. He is not here, but he has spies." It was the children. "Your friends are safe for now. He is going to start the magic process with you, since you have the most. But he will scan for your darkest fears, your desires, and your memories. He will see everything, and he will manipulate it to his will to create a story that is nothing like the truth. We want to help you, but he has us collared, and he parades us around as stars. He is a dictator, a monster, and he loves power and fame too much. He is very old, and he uses the magic to stay alive, to stay youthful. He hides in the shadows as a ruler. We don't want to be alive. We do not wish to do this to you. We do not wish to help him with any of this. We cannot wish him dead, however. And we cannot fight against him due to the collars. We cannot help you, or he will bring someone else in. We will try to give you good memories." Their small faces come into view. "You love the Peter boy, yes?" I nod slowly, trying not to panic when I was the only one of my friends or family in the steel room. "In the show, later on, maybe we can marry you two. Give you children. A boy and a girl." A tear pricked my eyes and I shook my head. 

        "Please. Let them go. Let him go. I'll stay. Just let them go. Please." I whisper. 

        "We can not."