𝙁𝙪𝙜𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 [𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙣]

①:⑥

Captain
Flashback
Neverland
(Day 3)

It was sunrise by the time I wandered into a denser part of the forest.

As the sun peeked through the trees, I discovered a small wooden house within the trees.

I walked up to it stealthily, making sure not to startle any life living inside of it.

I take out the sword I stole from Pan and aimed it in front of me as I walk up the steps. Once I reached the top I slowly opened the door and peaked in.

A petite blonde girl sat at a desk in the back of the room. Her back was facing me as she wrote something down in a journal.

I silently walked up behind her and extended my sword toward her neck, pressing it lightly against the skin.

I could feel her tense as she stopped writing. She slowly turned around and my brown eyes met her blue ones.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked with an attitude.

I scoffed, "Luna Woods. Who are you?"

"Tinkerbell."

"What are you?" I ask.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "well, I used to be a fairy."

"Not anymore?" I questioned.

Her features softened and a frown appeared on her face.

"Touchy subject I see."

"Get out," she demanded.

"Sorry, love," I laughed, "I'm afraid I can't do that."

"What?" She yelled.

I groaned at her sudden outburst and ear-piercing voice.

To make matters easier, I waved my hand over her and she disappeared. Hopefully never to be seen again.

I lowered my sword then looked around the small room. A bed laid in the corner of the room as a desk was in the back. Book shelves and bottles with fairy dust were against the wall as some berries were hidden in the corner.

It was rather cluttered, yet somehow aesthetically pleasing to the human eye.

By nightfall, I had made myself at home and began my journey down to the beach to find some fish for supper.

As I tried to get a net made, a loud crack echoed through the forest. I looked around to see nothing.

I hesitantly go back to making the net.

Another crack sounds out, this time closer. But before I could look up, a bag was placed over my head and I'm dragged away.

I struggle to breath against the thick burlap sack. I'm sure my thrashing around didn't help much either.