A Twist of Fate

Chapter Four

 While all the Lost Boys danced around, hollering and having a good time, Henry sat alone, away from the rest. You noticed this and decided to try and persuade Henry into joining the festivities. You walked over to him.

"You don't want to join in the celebrations, Henry?" you asked sitting beside him.

"Nothing to celebrate," the boy claimed.

"Nothing to celebrate?" you repeated. "Henry, this whole party is to celebrate you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you've come to save magic, of course," you said. "And I, for one, can't think of a reason more deserving of celebration than that. Just look at them."

"I'm not like them," Henry said. "Or Pan."

"Sure you are," you said. "You're still a boy."

"Maybe a song will get you on your feet," Pan said suddenly. You smiled.

"Great idea," you said. Pan blew into his magic pipes.

"Sorry, I-I don't hear anything," Henry claimed. Pan gave him a confused look. You did the same.

"Interesting," you said. "You see, this pipe's enchanted, Henry. It can only be heard by certain children."

"Like who?"

You looked over and saw Felix return. He shoved passed a Lost Boy and looked directly at Pan.

"You'll find out soon enough, I promise," Pan said. "Come on, (y/n)." You walked over to Felix.

"What?" Pan said angrily. "I know that look, what happened?"

"Baelfire, I'm afraid he got away," Felix said.

"Well, why didn't you get him back?" Pan questioned.

"I tried," Felix said. "I followed his trail and found two of our sentries knocked out... by a sleeping spell." Pan thought for a moment then smiled.

"The Dark One," he said. Felix nodded. "So father and son have been reunited."

"They'll be coming for the boy," Felix said. "We should move him somewhere safe." Pan scoffed.

"Now, now, Felix," he said. "Where's your sense of adventure? We can't end the party when the real fun is about to begin."

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For a while, nothing happened. The celebration kept going. Everyone was still cheering and dancing when a gust of wind blew through the camp. Everyone but Peter Pan dropped to the ground, fast asleep.

"We have a guest," Pan said standing up. "No doubt someone who knows how much I like guessing games. Who could it be? I guess..." He turned in the direction of a shadowed figure. He threw a flame on one of the torches. "The Dark One."

"Come to save Henry, have you, Laddie?" Pan said. "How exciting. The Dark One ready to sacrifice his life for his family. Speaking of family..." He lit up another torch. "You can come out now. Baelfire."

Neal emerged from behind a tree and pointed the crossbow he was carrying directly at Peter Pan.

"Name's Neal now," he informed.

"New name but the same old tricks," Pan said. "It's heartwarming to see father and son working together, especially after you abandoned him, Rumple. This is a real family reunion."

"What are you waiting for?" Rumple whispered to Neal.

"I got this," Neal said releasing the arrow. Pan caught it right before it hit his chest as he always did.