The Legend Lives On

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Five

Jacob's Point of View

The other Lost Boys and I were headed back to the hideout to check on Peter.

For months, Neverland had felt bizarre. Peter used to tell us what we should be doing, when, and how; everything was up to him. But lately, he'd been more detached, off on his own with Tinkerbell. He didn't speak of his plans to us; in fact, he didn't speak much at all to us. We missed him. It seemed silly to miss someone who's still here, but you could argue that he's only here physically; not mentally.

"I hope Peter isn't so glum today." Muttered Oliver, with his head drooping towards his feet. "When he's sad, I'm sad too."

Ben didn't move his gaze from his dagger he'd been carving, he just nodded his head and patted Oliver on his shoulders. "We all are, Oli."

Peter's sadness had effected most of everyone on the island; even the island itself! Peter was the one who brought everyone in Neverland together. There were no kings in Neverland; just Peter Pan.

Whenever us Lost Boys would try to talk about it with him, he got more defensive and pushed us away. We tried to cheer him up, but everything reminded him of May; games, sword fights, almost everything. I wished he could see that May leaving has had an effect on us as well. I wished he could see that he wasn't alone. Ironically, he was the lost of us all.

"Hey." Ben nudged me out of thoughts and pointed towards the shore. There was a shadow of someone walking towards us; Dread.

Danny approached us with his usual ease, propping himself along the side of a nearby tree. "Boys."

Ben held his dagger fiercely toward Danny in rage. "How dare you show your face to us!"

He holds his hands out frantically, but his demeanor is still chill. "I'm not here to fight, little guy. I come in peace."

I rose an eyebrow and turned to the other boys, who seemed skeptical as well. But we didn't fight; we wouldn't fight unless Peter Pan demanded it, and he hadn't. We didn't have any specific plans to follow through with.

"What do you want, Dread?!" Oliver bravely bellowed, hardly frightening Danny with his squeaky voice.

"I know you guys care about Peter, and you hate to see him so down. Well," he felt comfortable enough to come closer, which irked me. I kept my stance. "Believe it or not, I don't want the guy cryin' either."

Ben leaped forward and struck his dagger to Danny's throat. "Peter does not cry!"

Danny didn't seem moved by the sharp weapon threatening his life. "Figure of speech, fella'."

Still insulted at Dread's accusation, Ben only slightly moved the dagger away from Danny.

"Look, let's cut to the chase." Danny began again. "We all have one thing in common; we hate that bloody Captain Hook. And no offense to Pan, but there's no way in Hell he can stand a fight with Hook while moping around. So I say, let's join forces."

I could see that Ben was caught off guard, his grip on the knife softening for a second. Then he questioned. "Why would we need your help?"

Danny smirks and crosses his arms. "Because I'm the one with the ingenious plan; and I'm the one with the connection to Hook; and why else would I be coming to you guys?"

The Lost Boys and I exchanged gazes. Ben hardly looked convinced, but Oliver had high hopes reflecting from his light eyes. He wanted Peter well again more than anything.

Ben could see my choice in my facial expression, and he piped up. "What is your plan?"

-Shaelynn's Point of View-