❝ play with fire and
you'll get burned. ❞
･.｡.:*･ she never knew what it meant to be
happy or to be loved. while he spent more
than a lifetime travelling the world and exploring
the world, she spent hers being trapped and
to...
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CHAPTERFIVE Eighteen Thirty-Six *tw - allusion to verbal abuse
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ZELDA'S GRIP ON HER SPEAR NEVER LOOSENED, NOT EVEN FOR A SECOND. She learned that the woman who dragged her around and nearly strangled her was called Regina and the pale woman who brought her food and water was called Mary Margaret.
"You can put the spear down, love. It's just us," the man in the dark coat said as he sat down beside Zelda under the tarp.
"I don't even know you," the raven haired girl said. "For all I know, you could use that hook hand of yours to kill me."
"Now, why would I harm such a lovely lady like you?" the man asked while raising an eyebrow. "Pardon my manners. My name is Killian."
Zelda didn't know how to respond to his words. No one besides Peter Pan had ever spoken to her that way and she couldn't tell if he was being genuine or if he was just playing with her. Since Pan's words were anything but sincere, she wasn't sure if she could trust the man she had just met.
"You already know my name," she said while avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry but if you don't mind, I just want to be alone right now."
Zelda didn't even spare Killian a second glance as she heard him get up and walk away. After being locked inside a cage alone with little to no contact with anything from the outside, being alone should have been the last thing she wanted. But at the same time, she had gotten so used to being alone that it had become the default for her. Even though Mary Margaret was the kindest person she had ever met and she stuck close to her during the walk to their camp, being surrounded by new people still came as a shock to her. Mary Margaret's kindness and gentle touch was like nothing she had ever felt before but Regina's attitude and instinct to interrogate her and strangle her was like a reminder of the cold truth, that she didn't know who to trust. These people were no different.
"You know something."
Zelda looked up from the berries that Mary Margaret gathered and saw Regina towering over her with her hands on her hips.
"What do you want from me? I keep telling you that I don't know who Henry is or where he is," she sighed.
"You've been in Neverland for years so you must know something that could help us find him, something about Pan, a clue, anything," the dark haired woman said and Zelda ran her hands through her hair.
She did not want to tell any of these people that she spent years locked inside a tiny cage when she had just met them. Regina really had her heart set on finding Henry which Zelda had nothing against but she also had her mind set on the assumption that Zelda knew something that could lead them to him.
